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Fiction. Literature. In the town jail of Martirio �? the barbecue sauce capital of Central Texas �? sits fifteen-year-old Vernon Little, dressed only in New Jack trainers and underpants. He is in trouble. His friend Jesus has just blown away sixteen of his classmates before turning the gun on himself. And Vernon, as his only buddy, has become the focus of the town�?s need for vengeance. The news of the tragedy has resulted in the quirky backwater being flooded with wannabe CNN hacks all-too-keen to claim their fifteen minutes and lay the blame for the killings at Vernon�?s feet. In particular Eulalio Ledesma, who begins manipulating matters so that Vernon becomes the centre for the bizarre and vengeful impulses of the townspeople of Martirio. But Vernon is sure he�?ll be ok. �?Why do movies end happy? Because they imitate life. You know it, I know it.�? Peopled by a cast of grotesques, freaks, coldblooded chattering housewives (who are all mysteriously, recently widowed), and one very special adolescent with an unfortunate talent for being in the wrong place at the right time, Vernon God Little is riotously funny and puts lust for vengeance, materialism, and trial by media squarely in the dock. It also heralds the arrival of one of the most exciting and acclaimed voices in contemporary fiction, who with this debut novel illustrates that in modern times innocence and basic humanity may… (more)
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This is not an easy book to read because of its language, but it is a fun one. If you just let the story flow, without taking it too seriously, you’re in for an entertaining ride. There is a motley cast of characters, many of whom you’re never sure if they’re good or evil. You’ll be seeing all of them through the eyes of Vernon who, despite his bravado, is one very scared youngster, realizing that he might be captured for a crime in which he had no part.
"Deputy Gurie tears a strip of meat from a bone; it flaps through her lips like a shit taken backwards."
A shit taken backwards! Is that even possible? Who cares, it rules! Gems of this sort preponder in V.G. Little.
People seem to think that 'Vernon' was meant to be to the Columbine Massacre as 'Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close' was to 9/11, or as the documentary 'Terminator 2' was to the coming robot rebellion. But it's not.
The school shooting is just an example of the larger malaise and absurdity DBC Pierre is pointing at with 'Vernon.' To even read the first sentence of the synopsis on the inside flap will show that Pierre is aiming a little higher than a recreation of the tragedy. The name of Vernon's Mexican friend who shot 16 kids and then himself is Jesus. Jesus killed a bunch of kids. Jesus is killing YOUR kids. And then killing himself. And Vernon 'God' Little is on the run from the cops.
This book has the very rare quality of being wildly funny and startlingly meaningful simultaneously. For this reason,a blurb on the back compares it to 'A Confederacy of Dunces,' and I agree. Although there is much more cursing and sex in 'Vernon,' which makes it automatically better.
Pierre also creates the most likable character I've read since, say, the protagonist in John Barth's 'The Floating Opera,' or what his face from 'The Sun Also Rises.' The sort of main character you can't help but want to see succeed. Or even William Stoner from 'Stoner' or Bjartur of Summerhouses from 'Independent People.' Characters who just can't catch a break, even though they probably deserve one.
Furthermore, all the narration is in Vernon's "fucken" dialect, which might get fucken old if it weren't so goddamn funny and Pierre was less tasteful and skillful with it. But he is, so it only serves to support the reader's warm feelings toward 'Vernon.'
The metaphor in 'Vernon' is trashily powerful. Can't find the page, but something like "The sky was like a bunch of lint balls on a soggy graham cracker." Mmm. Lint.
Suffice it to say, you should read this book, and you should should ignore the idea that it is meant to be a paean for the lives lost at Columbine High, because it's not. If you can divest yourself of that thought, you will at *least* have fun reading it, whether you agree with Pierre's assessment of American pop culture or not, because it is a masterful farce. Also:
"You don't know how bad I want to be Jean-Claude Van Damme. Ram her fucken gun up her ass, and run away with a panty model. But just look at me: clump of lawless brown hair, the eyelashes of a camel. Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass. You know right away my movie's the one where I puke on my legs, and they send a nurse to interview me instead."
Vernon God Little is completely different from another in the "school shooting genre," We Need to Talk about Kevin, which was published about the same time. The latter is intense and emotional. Vernon God Little is filled with the wry wit and sexual obsessions of a 15-year-old boy. It's almost funny in parts. About two-thirds of the way through the book the storyline became a bit unbelievable, but the last 30 pages or so resolve things in a fairly satisfying way. Not a bad read.
It's filthy and shot through with bleakness. Then again, it's the filth and bleakness of the
As with the best of satire, you are taken into a world of extremes where you KNOW that this couldn't really happen (or could it?)!
The characters who people this world are not like us - they are condensations of what we can do, of how we could think, of how we might act.
This book, while dealing with a serious and awful event at a High School in America, manages to portray with humour the scrapes a young man can get into if he is always believed to be a criminal. Some of the characters are hilarious, I found myself laughing out loud.
Definitely recommend this book.
My biggest issue with this novel was my inability to relate to the main character. Parts of the novel were funny, parts confusing, but mostly I just didn't care. I was surprised to find that this was an award winning book, but what the heck do I know I am just one opinion in a sea of many.
And no... if you want Columbine, read Columbine.
When Vernon's best friend, a depressed outcast in school, randomly shoots sixteen of his classmates and then turns the gun on himself, Vernon is left in the wrong place at the wrong time and is accused as being an accessory to these murders. There really is no case against Vernon, or so you'd think, in a town where people are reasonable and reasonably bright, but unfortunately, this town is filled with people who are just plain ole stupid. This is a cliffhanger of a story that you'll want to keep reading, and there's lots of laughter, too.
An original!
VGL is a street-wise teenager growing up in a small town in Central Texas. In the hysteria that follows a mass shooting at his high school,
This is a crackling, pacy short novel – almost a long short story in the American style. It is funny, acerbic, sometimes satirical, and profound.
The vitality of the book stems from the strength of its wise-cracking hero. VGL the street kid, views the world with the steady, dispassionate gaze of a perceptive adult, In spite of his mounting troubles, he betrays no flicker of self-pity. Towards those who wrong him (practically everyone!), he shows not malice but understanding. Almost Christ-like virtues (and there is plenty of such imagery and allusion), with the difference that VGL is free from messianic delusions of grandeur.
A terrific central character in a terrific book.
National tragedies. Media beat ups. Excrement.
And
Vernon Little is the narrator, a teenager from Texas caught in the tragedy of a school shooting. He is blamed for it, or at least targeted as the scapegoat, and then all manner of unlikely events occur.
So if you can get past the constant images of shit and crap and the aroma of poontang, you might actually enjoy this book.
Not my thing at all.
This story is entirely implausible, but as a work of social satire, that is beside the point. Readers will perhaps find it instructive as a cautionary tale, humorous in its approach to Americans’ worst excesses, and delightful in its flawed but sympathetic protagonist. Although it is a 2003 work, it is especially timely right now, in that it takes special note of growing intolerance toward Hispanic citizens and their families.