Dancing Carl
By Gary Paulsen
3.5/5
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In the winter, life in McKinley, Minnesota, revolves around the rinks, where kids play hockey and grown-ups skate to scratchy phonograph records. Then, the year Marsh and his best friend, Willy, are twelve, Carl appears at the rink, wearing a battered, old leather flight jacket and doing a strange dance that is both beautiful and disturbing to watch.
It is Marsh and Willy who discover the terrible secret behind Carl's dance, a secret that threatens to destroy him. But a small miracle occurs, and Carl's dance becomes a fragile and tentative expression of hope and the healing power of love.
Gary Paulsen
<P>GARY PAULSEN (1939 - 2021) wrote nearly two hundred books for young people, including the Newbery Honor Books<em> Hatchet, Dogsong,</em> and <em>The Winter Room. </em></P>
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When a strange man comes to town and takes over managing the ice rink, March and Willy are curious about him. What they discover is a man, damaged by service in WWII, who just might, possibly, be saved by love.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5After reading this book, I would not recommend to most 5th graders. The content is easy enough to read, but the implications of drunkenness, the implications of mental war wounds, and even the intimate love message running through the book would be too much for most 10 year olds. Perhaps the subtleties of this book would not be lost on upper middle grade students (7th or 8th grade).
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Book talk:I first judge a book by its cover, even though there is saying that says I shouldn't. Once I am reading a book, I judge it by how much I want to keep reading. Can I put it down, or is there something in the book that propels me to keep reading? And when I finish, do I still see the places as if I were there and will I miss the characters now that I'm finished with their story? The cover of Dancing Carl has what looks to be two war planes over a watercolor background with shades of blue. Nice. There is no real action at the beginning of this story, and yet I wanted to keep reading. I liked 12 year old Marsh's voice and the way his words flowed so smoothly without pausing between thoughts. (Paulsen - omission of commas as Marsh talked) Marsh's descriptions of summer fishing and winter hockey were full of images as well as sounds. But the main character of the book is really Carl, a World War II veteran, who comes back to Marsh's Minnesota town and takes over caring for the skating rinks. Carl has a drinking problem, but he doesn't seem to be a drunk like Pisspot Jimmy. And when Carl comes on to the rink and raises his arms to dance, everyone, and I mean everyone on both the skating rink and the hockey rink, stop to watch. And just when Marsh and his friend Willy think Carl's problems from the war would leave him broken for good, a stranger comes into town and brings a love story to the ice. It was a winter the boys would never forget. And since I felt as though I were there, too, neither would I.
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Dancing Carl - Gary Paulsen
To R. J.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
1
In the summer, in McKinley, Minnesota, when you are twelve there is so much to do that almost none of it gets done except fishing.
It isn’t that McKinley is big, or busy. It’s only got twelve hundred people—not much more than when my great-grandfather Marshall Knuteson homesteaded the town site. I was named after him and everybody calls me Marsh except Willy who is my best friend and always just says hey when he wants me. He also says there are only nine hundred people in town but Kayo Morgan who owns the grocery says there are more to attract tourists.
I have never figured out why having more people would bring tourists in but I don’t own a grocery, either, so there it is. But it’s not a big town.
And there’s no real business either except some logging in the winter when the swamps are frozen enough to skid the big logs out of the woods. Also there are a few farms but they’re small because of the dampness in the soil which turns to mud in the spring during planting. The mud sticks the tractors so bad they have to use work teams of horses to pull them out and what with running back and forth with horses to pull tractors out you really couldn’t call it farming. So you couldn’t call McKinley a busy town, either.
But in the summer, for some reason, all the get-done things seem to come at you. The yard needs raking down and mowing with the push mower. Dad doesn’t like the rotary power mowers because they rip rather than cut. The garden needs weeding—all the time—the back yard fence needs mending and tightening because Willy Taylor’s pony can’t stand to stay out of new corn and leans on the wire. Trash needs to be burned and the front fence needs painting or the rot takes the wood and the flower beds need cleaning from the cats and the storm windows have to come down and the screens go up or the mosquitos carry you off and, and, and . . .
It doesn’t have to be a big town or a busy town to keep you jumping in the summer. And then, right in the middle, to make it worse Willy Taylor comes by and he’s got his rod over his shoulder and some night crawlers and angleworms in an old cottage cheese carton and that pretty much takes care of finishing whatever chore you’re doing.
Willy has a way of talking so you think just ahead of what he’s saying. He’ll stop by the yard when I’m mowing the grass and he’ll stare down the street with his shoulders kind of over and down the way he has of standing, holding the rod in one hand and the worms in the other. Then he’ll smile and say, The grass won’t grow much between now and dark.
And what he really means is that the fish are biting and while you can always mow a lawn the fish aren’t always biting.
Out south of town there is an old iron and concrete bridge across the Poplar River. In the spring it runs with suckers, which aren’t much good for anything but fertilizer and pet food although some folks smoke them and swear by them.
But in the middle of the summer the water in the Poplar settles down to tame and the suckers head back into the lakes and the mud and the fishing on the bridge gets good if you’re serious.
Willy and I live there in the summer, or so it seems. Every afternoon we try to get down there, or almost every afternoon.
Using a small hook and a piece of worm you slide the hook down gently alongside the concrete pilings, right along the edge of the cement. That’s where the big rock bass wait and if you use a light line and light leader it can be fun catching them. They’re scrappy. But it’s even more fun eating them when they’re battered in egg and cornmeal and fried just past moist in a hot pan the way my mother cooks them.
Sometimes we sit in the summer sun down there all day. There’s hardly any traffic on the bridge because it leads out to farms and farmers don’t come into town that much. It can be pretty private and when Willy gets to talking it’s fun to feel the sun and just listen with one finger on the line waiting for that raspy feeling that means a rock bass is mouthing the bait, sucking it in and out the way they do before they take it.
It was on a summer day like that with us down at the bridge fishing that the story of Carl started, even though Carl is all winter and ice. Or part of the story anyway.
It was hot and they weren’t biting but it didn’t matter. The sun was keeping the mosquitos down and we had our shirts off getting tanned and Willy snorted.
You know, McKinley isn’t like other towns.
Considering that Willy was like me and neither one of us had ever lived anywhere except McKinley it hit me that Willy couldn’t know what other towns were like but I kept my mouth shut. If you got set to argue with Willy you had to make sure you had some big guns. It wasn’t that he was always right, though he usually was—it was that he read so much that even when he was wrong he could throw in so much extra stuff that you felt lucky to get a word in. So I didn’t say anything, but I thought it. I knew he’d go on anyway.
It’s the grownups,
he continued. In McKinley the grownups are different.
Well. I couldn’t let that one go by. How could you know that? And how are they different?
Willy held up his hand for silence and stared at his line as if he had a bite but I knew he was just thinking, buying time.
I read a lot, that’s how I know,
he said after a moment. In McKinley people are kind of old-fashioned. Take your dad, for instance.
My dad?
Actually my parents are probably the least old-fashioned people in McKinley. Dad even talked about getting an Edsel. My dad isn’t old-fashioned.
Sure he is. Doesn’t he stick with that old push mower instead of changing over to the new rotary kind?
Like I say, Willy always comes out on top. That’s not so old-fashioned.
Sure it is. And the rest of McKinley is like that. There are lots of people in town who still use the old push mowers. They rebuild them and keep them going. And they take care of their own families, too.
There was a jump, I thought—from push mowers to families. How does that make them old-fashioned?
They don’t let the state do it, like everybody else in the country. They take care of their own. And from what I read, that’s pretty old-fashioned ...
And I think he was going to say more but he got the rasp that meant a bite then and when the bass took the hook he set it and landed it and the rest of the afternoon was spent fishing.
But what he was talking about McKinley being old-fashioned became part of Carl’s story because Carl was one of those