Wanted! – Caroline B. Cooney

Behold the phenomenon of the 90s teen thriller. Forget about forensics and just go with it.

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Author: Caroline B. Cooney (1947-)
Original Publication Date: 1997
Edition: Scholastic Inc (1997), 230 pages
Genre: Thriller.
Ages: 11-14
First Sentence: “It’s Daddy, Alice.”

Alice gets a call from her father telling her to take one of his computer discs and its backup and drive his red Corvette to an ice cream place outside of town, hanging up before she can ask him whatever for. Alice doesn’t have her license yet, and before she can work up the nerve to leave the house a stranger with a voice she almost recognises comes looking for the disc. Alice hides beneath the Corvette until he’s gone. After the combined terror of this incident and of having to drive an overpowered muscle car to the rendezvous point, Alice waits for her father to arrive. He doesn’t. Instead, she hears on the radio that he has been found murdered in his house and that Alice sent an email to her mother confessing to the crime. Now in full panic mode, and thinking her own mother is against her, Alice goes on the run.

Wanted! is a beach read, a lightweight thriller dedicated to answering only one question: what would it be like to be a teenage girl on the run from the cops? Follow Alice from A to B to C as she attempts to do just that.

The book opens on dialogue, proceeds through a “hide from the creepy guy” scene and settles into a surprisingly accurate portrayal of a girl in shock. Alice takes off in an overpowered car without even adjusting the seat first, without calling the cops, because her father told her to meet her at the ice cream place and that’s all she can think to do. She responds like a scared child and the only thing unbelievable about this scenario is that it takes forever for a cop to notice her driving that badly in that car:

There was the turnoff, by a low-lying meadow with a narrow glimpse of the beautiful Salmon River. The turn came quicker than Alice expected, and she took her foot off the gas late, braked late, and knew immediately that the best decision was to quit making the turn. Skip the whole thing, keep going straight, turn around later and come back. Too late for that. Alice found herself in the turn with way too much velocity. The tires screamed as if she had run over squirrels and Alice screamed, too, imagining their flat, bloody bodies, but she hung onto the wheel and missed the picket fence of somebody’s yard and even got back onto her side of the road.

Maybe the lack of cell phones prolonged the plot.

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I don’t get the appeal but I’d definitely notice it.

Provided you can get behind a protagonist who is running scared, lying and hiding with two days of practice while in constant panic mode, Alice is fairly easy to sympathize with – which is good, considering she occupies about 98% of the book by herself. Cooney manages this through extensive focus on Alice’s state of mind, her repetitive fears and random thoughts offering some sense of what her normal life was like as she figures out how to disappear. She ditches the flashy Corvette, she evades mall security, pretends to be a college student and wonders what to do as technology keeps getting in her way. Alice is running around with a disc that may have gotten her father killed and she can’t read what’s on it because every school and library computer lab requires passwords and ID cards.

Sadly for any readers attracted to the paranoia of the premise – girl on the run! trust no one! – this really isn’t Robert Ludlum for teens, more of a standard “spot the killer” narrative with a cast that’s slightly too small for good red herrings. Because of the focus on two day’s worth of action, there’s less tapestry for the mystery to be pinned against. Alice uncovers old secrets but it takes her way too long to figure out who the only incriminating figure truly is. On the other hand, it’s more excusable for her than it is for the police, who apparently don’t know how to talk down a scared fugitive girl. Also, forensic evidence would have put Alice in the clear so quickly that there would have been no story at all if she’d only understood that a “typed confession” meant diddly squat by comparison.

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Caroline B Cooney.

But Wanted! is geared for a younger audience and it’s clear that Cooney didn’t win their support with cold hard logic. Underneath the thrills, Alice’s actions are actually driven by a very simple emotional hook – her love for her parents and her sense of betrayal at their divorce. Alice flees because the divorce left a gap in Mom’s character which allows her to fear the worst – that her own mother will not believe her innocence. Does that make any sense logically? Nope, but any girl whose parents ever let her down this way will get it. There’s no 21st Century Henkesian resignation here – Cooney taps this vein of teen angst for all its worth:

Alice was pretty close friends with Cindy, who had been through divorce twice with each parent, a horror so enormous that Alice could not even think of it as real life, but as a soap opera taking over.

How could Mom stand the presence of any man but Dad? Couldn’t Mom see that these men did not measure up? How could Mom giggle and put on perfume and buy a new wardrobe and experiment with expensive makeup as if she, too, were fifteen and learning how to flirt?

Similar to Betsy Byars (with some obvious literary differences), Cooney understands that a character doesn’t need to be in on the action to have an affect on the protagonist. It’s a little unexpected to find such primal resentment threaded within this one-day escapist beach read, but it works to give Wanted! a little emotional backbone (and prolong the plot).

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A Booklist Top Ten YA Books for Adult Readers. I’d call that missing the point.

One thing which is very obvious about Wanted! is that it will only appeal to younger and less jaded teens. This is not a criticism, although today it will be seen as one because YA has been aging up for a while. A quick scan of the recent YA Edgar Award list makes it clear that the industry has been busy taking advantage of “crossover appeal” with the adult market (which already made up at least 55% of YA readers back in 2012). The 2019 Edgar winner was a novel called Sadie, which comes replete with trigger warnings for pedophilia/sexual abuse and is about a teenage girl hunting down the man who killed her little sister. All of the (adult) reviewers love it, and applaud its maturity (because YA needs to “grow”). The marketplace has changed vastly since Cooney’s heyday and I expect the “dark sophistication” of YA books to only increase while (by coincidence, I’m sure) teen readership continues its decline.

Is there any audience for Wanted! left? Like most potboilers, it has an obvious expiration date and that has long since passed. Of course, some kids do enjoy reading vintage books, whether for the novelty factor or from content sensitivity, and if my prediction pans out I expect we will be seeing a revival of vintage YA at some point. Cooney’s Face on the Milk Carton series has remained in print, so it’s clearly possible. I suspect that Wanted! is not the best that she has to offer, but it’s not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

Parental Guide.

Violence: Nothing visceral. The plot hinges on a pair of murders (Alice’s Dad and another person long ago), but neither incident is witnessed by Alice and little description is ever offered. The killer puts Alice in vaguely specified danger.

Values: Spoilers if you actually plan to read this.

Everything is tied up with a bow at the end. Alice was never without a safety net after all. If she had only trusted her mother, her school friends or the cops, she would have been safe from the very start.

Also, don’t run from the police.

End of Spoilers.

Role Models: Alice has many scruples about her newfound career as a fugitive. She burns with shame when she has to steal a little kid’s backpack. She ditches the Corvette but can’t bring herself to steal another car and flee – because then she’d have truly broken the law. In the end, she goes to a friend of her Dad’s, and since he’s away, she steals his old beater – little is made of this act afterward, perhaps because she knows who to return it to and figures he might forgive her given the circumstances.

Educational Properties: … … What exactly do you expect me to say here?

End of Guide.

Cooney wrote a wide array of novels, including a retelling of Macbeth, a retelling of the Trojan War, a reimagining of The Snow Queen as a paranormal horror story, a romantic time travel quartet, a non-romantic vampire trilogy, and a thriller that got “banned” in school libraries for its anti-Islamic content. I might continue to sample her work when I’ve got an afternoon to kill. It sounds quite eclectic.

Up Next: Late period Marguerite Henry.

Mystery: Tom Sawyer, Detective

Mark Twain had many talents but Stratemeyer Syndication wasn’t one of them.

book tom sawyerTitle: Tom Sawyer, Detective
Author: Mark Twain (1835-1910)
Original Publication Date: 1896
Edition: The Complete Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Borders Classics (2006), 281 to 337 (56) of 337 pages.
Genre: Adventure. Mystery.
Ages: 11-13
First Sentence: Well, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free the time he was chained up for a runaway slave down there on Tom’s Uncle Silas’s farm in Arkansaw.

Our scene opens upon a fairly decent description of spring fever on the parts of Tom and Huck, which leads immediately to an odd little passage as Huck details what thoughts this pent-up energy can lead to: …you want to go and be a wanderer; you want to go wandering far away to strange countries where everything is mysterious and wonderful and romantic. And if you can’t do that, you’ll put up with considerable less; you’ll go anywhere you can go, just so as to get away, and be thankful of the chance, too. This appears to be Twain’s way of saying the previous installment’s Arabian fantasia never happened, as the text otherwise refuses any acknowledgement of Tom Sawyer Abroad. Goodbye airship captain, hello Perry Mason.

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Raymond Burr is about to ruin some hoodlum’s day…

Also, goodbye Jim, who is nowhere to be found in this volume. It’s certainly more realistic than having him continue to be part of the gang, but a big part of the allure to sequels is in the audience’s desire to find out what happened to previous characters. Would it have killed Twain to insert one line of explanation? Jim headed north. Jim joined the Underground Railroad. Jim hopped a ship on route to Liberia. Something.

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Remember this scene, Aunt Sally?

This leaves Tom and Huck, bored and looking for adventure, when Tom’s Aunt Sally sends for them because Uncle Silas has been in an altercation with his neighbours, brothers Brace and Jubiter Dunlap. It’s not clear why Aunt Sally thinks that Tom and Huck will be an asset, a “comfort” in these hard times, considering their last visit included heavy gaslighting of both her and her husband, vandalism of house and property, inciting a mob to violence and getting Tom shot in the leg, but no matter. The boys head down on the riverboat and run into Jubiter’s identical twin, Jake Dunlap, who was presumed dead years ago and is now on the way home with a fortune in stolen diamonds and two angry ex-partners in hot pursuit. Everyone arrives in Arkansas and murder is the result. Tom Sawyer must take to the stand and defend his uncle to unveil the real murderer among them.

Since this is a mystery, I will do my best to avoid spoilers, just in case someone does intend to read this book.

As much trouble as I’ve had with the Tom Sawyer sequels thus far, there have always been praiseworthy elements, even in the dubious science fiction of Tom Sawyer Abroad. At that point it still felt like Mark Twain was enjoying some part of the money-grubbing process, as the book had glimmers of wit and elegant passages hidden away where you least expected them. However, in this final installment, all those better qualities have shrunk almost to nothing in a tale that seems to exist only for the entertainment of its closing chapter. Twain seems completely bored with proceedings, keeping Tom and Huck on a very tight leash until near the end, when Tom decides to borrow a neighbour’s bloodhound. Until that point they are simply observers of the action, unable to get into mischief because mischief would create subplots and this book was written to be published in a hurry – it’s the shortest in the series, 56 pages to Abroad‘s 80, and it feels it. In previous volumes, Tom and Huck’s intelligence levels have been on a dizzying see-saw, but this is the first time they’ve felt so tired as characters.

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Steen Steensen Blicher (1782-1848), one of Denmark’s great writers who remains little known internationally.

Tom Sawyer, Detective is a mystery, which is not a genre Twain was suited for. Incidentally, he was later accused of plagiarizing this plot from a Danish crime novella called The Vicar of Weilby (now more commonly translated as The Rector of Veilbye), written in 1829 by Steen Blicher and itself based on a true event from 1626. The two stories are admittedly quite similar, although the original Danish is way more depressing (big surprise). It doesn’t appear that a consensus has ever been reached on whether the allegation was true or not, and I couldn’t find any information outside of Wikipedia, so it does not appear to be a big source of debate at present. Let’s move on.

For the plot, Twain makes use of identical twins, a conceit he also engaged with in Pudd’nhead Wilson – the problem with bringing such a topic into a mystery setting is that readers know immediately that there will be a case of mistaken identity at some point. Meanwhile, Uncle Silas’s farm is clearly at the center of a mystical convergence, as once again a bunch of criminals all descend on the same stand of trees at the same time as Huck and Tom – it’s given a slightly more probable setup than it was in Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, but it certainly doesn’t make the already contrived plot feel any better. Then there’s the courtroom bit where Tom reveals the identity of an imposter because of a hand gesture he’d seen the man use before, and which the audience was never privy to in the first place. So the tale is at once predictable in its twists and impossible to “solve” alongside our erstwhile Perry Mason. All this on top of the problem that comes with Tom and Huck spending so much time watching and listening to other people rather than investigating. They spend four chapters thinking that their best clue is actually a supernatural occurrence, bogging the mystery down for the sake of a tired joke.

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A kennel club bloodhound trial.

There are a couple of rays of light in all of this. First there’s the adorable scene where the boys wander across the countryside with a happy bloodhound, corpse-hunting. It’s a cute mix of ghoulish proclivities with classic childhood revels, and features the boys being proactive even though they feel like idiots for trying:

It was a lovely dog. There ain’t any dog that’s got a lovelier disposition than a bloodhound, and this one knowed us and liked us. He capered and raced around ever so friendly, and powerful glad to be free and have a holiday; but Tom was so cut up he couldn’t take any intrust in him, and said he wished he’d stopped and thought a minute before he ever started on such a fool errand. He said old Jeff Hooker would tell everybody, and we’d never hear the last of it.
So we loafed along home down the back lanes, feeling pretty glum and not talking. When we was passing the far corner of our tobacker field we heard the dog set up a long howl in there, and we went to the place and he was scratching the ground with all his might, and every now and then canting up his head sideways and fetching another howl.
It was a long square, the shape of a grave; the rain had made it sink down and show the shape. The minute we come and stood there we looked at one another and never said a word. When the dog had dug down only a few inches he grabbed something and pulled it up, and it was an arm and a sleeve. Tom kind of gasped out, and says–
“Come away, Huck–it’s found.”

This is an effective little scene hidden away in the midst of the slow plot, and the other entertaining portion is saved for the final courtroom scene, in which Tom takes to the stand to reveal the dastardly truth about every crime, stringing out each revelation for “effect” and feeling more like himself again – a final farewell to the brash, theatrical know-it-all. Energized by the limelight, Tom solves the case and gets the reward money, with our last glimpse of the pair summing up their friendship and their finest qualities in a rather beautiful sendoff: And so the whole family was as happy as birds, and nobody could be gratefuler and lovinger than what they was to Tom Sawyer; and the same to me, though I hadn’t done nothing. And when the two thousand dollars come, Tom give half of it to me, and never told anybody so, which didn’t surprise me, because I knowed him.

It’s a worthy goodbye to humble Huck and his compatriot, and I felt appropriately wistful as I closed the omnibus – an impressive feat, considering what a slog I found this volume to be. Despite building on established characters and settings here, I actually much preferred the wild departure of Tom Sawyer Abroad, which had greater amounts of wit, imagery and bafflement, wrapped in a sci-fi expedition that gave it a vague sense of fun. Tom Sawyer, Detective just made me wonder if Mark Twain were depressed when he wrote it. While very young kids might find the plot more surprising than their parents, I can’t recommend it when such series as Nancy Drew are so easily available.

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Mark Twain casting a cold eye on something.

To summarize my opinions on this series, there is sadly a good reason the last two volumes are so forgotten. They have not been unjustly spurned as I at first suspected, and even Twain’s use of the vernacular is far more sloppy than anything found in the truly perfectionist narrative he first gave Huck. When it comes down to it I would only recommend The Adventures of Tom Sawyer – a truly inspired and essential classic of children’s literature. Follow up with Adventures of Huckleberry Finn only if you’re studying the history of American literature, and the final two only from morbid curiosity. Reading all three sequels has not diminished the original though. Quite the opposite.

See Also: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer Abroad.

Parental Guide, with no spoilers.

Violence: It’s a murder mystery for kids. At some point, murder was struck from the list of appropriate mystery topics for juveniles and I’m not sure when it was added back into the mix (I’d suspect the 70s, and am genuinely curious to start collecting Edgar winners to find out). At any rate, the boys do witness a murder, in nowhere near the visceral detail of the bloody brawl in book one. There’s no way anyone who has already read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer would be bothered by anything in this book.

Values: The final passage seems to indicate that the best virtues in life are intelligence and humility, with Twain’s lack of satiric bite making it easier to get a read on such things…maybe.

Role Models: Tom and Huck are good kids, and even though they’re a bit tired on this outing, neither one feels like a caricature of their worst qualities. This is a nice note to go out on and is possibly the only reason this installment might be worth reading – although if you take my advice and skip all of the sequels, you’ll never have that problem in the first place.

Educational Properties: Nothing occurs to me.

End of Guide.

With that I conclude my first series for the WCC. From the start it wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but the complete Tom Sawyer was oddly endearing. As for Mark Twain, he only wrote one other novel that was intended for a juvenile audience – The Prince and the Pauper, which I have acquired a copy of and plan to review within the next few months.

Up Next: December, and to honor the Christmas spirit I will try to keep all reviews on books with a hopeful outlook (since I really don’t have enough Christmas-themed books for an entire month). So up next is Lloyd Alexander with a short novel in praise of the human condition.