Rumble Fish by S. E. Hinton
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From the author of the international bestseller The Outsiders comes a "stylistically superb" novel that "packs a punch that will leave readers of any age reeling" (SLJ, starred review).  

Rusty-James is the number one tough guy among the junior high kids who hang out and shoot pool at Benny's. He's proud of his reputation, but what he wants most of all is to be just like his older brother, the Motorcycle Boy. Whenever Rusty-James gets in over his head, the Motorcycle Boy has always been there to bail him out. Then one day Rusty-James' world comes apart, and the Motorcycle boy isn't around to pick up the pieces. What now?

Like Hinton's groundbreaking classic The Outsiders, Rumble Fish was adapted into a movie by Francis Ford Coppola and remains as relevant as ever in its exploration of sibling relationships, the importance of role models, and the courage to think independently. 

This edition includes an exclusive Author's Note.

  • An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
  • A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year
  • A Kirkus Reviews Editor's Choice

"Sharper in focus and more mature in style than Hinton's The Outsiders." —Booklist

"Hinton, on her own turf, is still unbeatable." —Kirkus Reviews

"S.E. Hinton is a brilliant novelist." —Publishers Weekly

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ISBN-10

0385375689

ISBN-13

978-0385375689

Print length

144 pages

Language

English

Publisher

Delacorte Press

Publication date

January 14, 2014

Dimensions

5.5 x 0.34 x 8.19 inches

Item weight

2.31 pounds


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"Stylistically superb... this packs a punch that will leave readers of any age reeling."--School Library Journal.

An ALA Best Book for Young Adults, A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year, A Kirkus Choice.

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Rusty-James is the top tough guy among junior high kids, but what he wants most of all is to be just like his older brother, the Motorcycle Boy, the toughest, most respected streetfighter. "Stylistically superb... this packs a punch that will leave readers of any age reeling."--School Library Journal.

An ALA Best Book for Young Adults, A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year, A Kirkus Choice.

S. E. Hinton wrote her first novel, The Outsiders, when she was 16. She was the recipient of the ALA’s first Margaret A. Edwards Award, which honors authors “whose books have provided young adults with a window through which they can view their world and which will help them to grow and to understand themselves and their role in society.” The author lives in Tulsa, OK.


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1

I ran into Steve a couple of days ago. He was real surprised to see me. We hadn’t seen each other for a long time.

I was sitting on the beach and he come up to me and said, “Rusty-James?”

I said, “Yeah?” because I didn’t recognize him right off. My memory’s screwed up some.

“It’s me,” he said. “It’s Steve Hays.”

Then I remembered and got up, brushing sand off. “Hey, yeah.”

“What are you doing here?” he kept saying, looking at me like he couldn’t believe it.

“I live here,” I said. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I’m on vacation. I’m going to college here.”

“Yeah?” I said. “What you goin’ to college for?”

“I’m going to teach when I get out. High school, probably. I can’t believe it! I never thought I’d see you again. And here of all places!”

I figured I had as much chance of being here as he did, even if we were a long way from where we’d seen each other last. People get excited over the weirdest things. I wondered why I wasn’t glad to see him.

“You’re goin’ to be a teacher, huh?” I said. It figured. He was always reading and stuff.

“What do you do here?” he asked.

“Nothin’. Bum around,” I answered. Bumming around is a real popular profession here. You could paint, write, barkeep, or bum around. I tried barkeeping once and didn’t much like it.

“Lord, Rusty-James,” he said. “How long has it been now?”

I thought for a minute and said, “Five or six years.” Math ain’t never been my strong point.

“How did you get here?” He just couldn’t seem to get over it.

“Me and a friend of mine, Alex, a guy I met in the reformatory, we just started knockin’ around after we got out. We been here awhile.”

“No kidding?” Steve hadn’t changed much. He looked about the same, except for the moustache that made him look like a little kid going to a Halloween party. But a lot of people are growing moustaches these days. I never went in for them myself.

“How long were you in for?” he asked. “I never found out. We moved, you know, right after…”

“Five years,” I said. I can’t remember much about it. Like I said, my memory’s screwed up some. If somebody says something to remind me, I can remember things. But if I’m left alone I don’t seem to be able to. Sometimes Alex’ll say something that brings back the reformatory, but mostly he don’t. He don’t like remembering it either.

“They put me in solitary once,” I said, because Steve seemed to be waiting for something.

He looked at me strangely and said, “Oh? I’m sorry.”

He was staring at a scar that runs down my side. It looks like a raised white line. It don’t get tan, either.

“I got that in a knife fight,” I told him. “A long time ago.”

“I know, I was there.”

“Yeah,” I said, “you were.”

For a second I remembered the fight. It was like seeing a movie of it. Steve glanced away for a second. I could tell he was trying not to look for the other scars. They’re not real noticeable, but they’re not that hard to see either, if you know where to look.

“Hey,” he said, too sudden, like he was trying to change the subject. “I want you to meet my girl friend. She won’t believe it. I haven’t seen you since we were thirteen? Fourteen? I don’t know though”—he gave me a look that was half kidding and half serious—“you leave other guys’ chicks alone?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I got a girl.”

“Or two, or three?”

“Just one,” I said. I like to keep things simple, and God knows even one can get complicated enough.

“Let’s meet for dinner somewhere,” he said. “We can talk about the good old days. Man, I have come so far since then…”

I didn’t stop him from naming a time and a place, even though I didn’t much want to talk about the good old days. I didn’t even remember them.

“Rusty-James,” he was saying, “you gave me a real scare when I first saw you. I thought I’d flipped out. You know who I thought you were for a second?”

My stomach clenched itself into a fist, and an old fear started creeping up my backbone.

“You know who you look just like?”

“Yeah,” I said, and remembered everything. I could of been really glad to see ol’ Steve, if he hadn’t made me remember everything.

2

I was hanging out in Benny’s, playing pool, when I heard Biff Wilcox was looking to kill me.

Benny’s was the hangout for the junior high kids. The high schoolers used to go there, but when the younger kids moved in, they moved out. Benny was pretty mad about it. Junior high kids don’t have as much money to spend. He couldn’t do much about it except hate the kids, though. If a place gets marked as a hangout, that’s it.

Steve was there, and B.J. Jackson, and Smokey Bennet, and some other guys. I was playing pool with Smokey. I was probably winning, since I was a pretty good pool player. Smokey was hacked off because he already owed me some money. He was glad when Midget came in and said, “Biff is lookin’ for you, Rusty-James.”

I missed my shot.

“I ain’t hidin’.” I stood there, leaning on my cue, knowing good and well I wasn’t going to be able to finish the game. I can’t think about two things at the same time.

“He says he’s gonna kill you.” Midget was a tall, skinny kid, taller than anybody else our age. That was why we called him Midget.

“Sayin’ ain’t doin’,” I said.

Smokey was putting his cue away. “Biff is a mean cat, Rusty-James,” he told me.

“He ain’t so tough. What’s he shook about, anyway?”

“Somethin’ you said to Anita at school,” Midget said.

“Shoot, I didn’t say nothin’ but the truth.”

I told them what I said to Anita. B.J. and Smokey agreed it was the truth. Steve and Midget turned red.

“Hell,” I said. “Now why does he have to go and get shook over somethin’ like that?”

I get annoyed when people want to kill me for some stupid little reason. Something big, and I don’t mind it so much.

I went up to the counter and got a chocolate milk. I always drank chocolate milk instead of Coke or something. That Coke junk will rot your insides. This gave me a little time to think things over. Benny was making a big production out of a sandwich, and he let me know he wasn’t going to drop what he was doing and rush over with my chocolate milk.

“So what’s he doin’ about it? Killin’ me, I mean.”

I sat down at a booth and Midget slid in across from me. Everybody else gathered around.

“He wants you to meet him in the vacant lot behind the pet store.”

“All right. I guess he’s comin’ alone, huh?”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Smokey said. He was trying to let me know he was on my side, so I’d forget about our messed-up pool game.

“If he’s bringin’ friends, I’m bringin’ friends.” I wasn’t afraid of fighting Biff, but I didn’t see any need to be stupid about it.

“Yeah, but you know how that’s gonna turn out,” Steve put in. “Everybody’ll end up gettin’ into it. You bring people, he brings people…”

Steve was always cautious about things.

“You think I’m goin’ to that empty lot by myself, you’re nuts,” I told him.

“But—”

“Lookit, me an’ Biff’ll settle this thing ourselves. You guys’ll just be an audience, huh? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with an audience.”

“You know it ain’t gonna end up like that.” Steve was fourteen, like me. He looked twelve. He acted forty. He was my best friend, though, so he could say stuff that I wouldn’t let anybody else get away with. “Dammit, Rusty-James, we haven’t had any trouble like that for a long time now.”

He was scared it was going to end up in a gang fight. There hadn’t been a real honest-to-goodness gang fight around here in years. As far as I knew, Steve had never been in one. I could never understand people being scared of things they didn’t know nothing about.

“You don’t have to be there,” I said. Everybody else had to be there to protect their rep. Steve didn’t have any rep. He was my best friend. That was his rep.

“You know I’m gonna be there,” he said to me angrily. “But you know what the Motorcycle Boy said about gang—”

“He ain’t here,” I said. “He ain’t been here for two weeks. So don’t go tellin’ me about the Motorcycle Boy.”

B.J. spoke up. “But even back when we was rumblin’, we never fought Biff’s gang. They was allies. Remember when Wilson got jumped over on the Tigers’ turf…”

This started a discussion on who had been jumped, when and where and why. I didn’t need to think about that—I had all those records straight in my head anyway. But I did need to think about how I was going to fight Biff, so I wasn’t listening much when somebody said, “Anyway, when the Motorcycle Boy gets back—”

I jumped up and slammed my fist down on the table so hard, the table in the next booth rattled and Benny stopped whistling and making his sandwich. Everybody else sat like they was holding their breath.

“The Motorcycle Boy ain’t back,” I said. I can’t see good when I get mad, and my voice was shaking. “I don’t know when he’s comin’ back, if he’s comin’ back. So if you wanna wait around the rest of your life to see what he says, okay. But I’m gonna stomp Biff Wilcox’s guts tonight, and I think I oughta have some friends there.”

“We’ll be there,” Smokey said. He stared at me with those funny, colorless eyes that gave him his nickname. “But let’s try an’ keep it between you two, okay?”

I couldn’t say anything because I was too mad. I walked out and slammed the door behind me. In about five seconds I heard footsteps behind me and I didn’t turn around because I knew it’d be Steve.

“What’s the matter with you?” he said.

“Give me a cigarette.”

“You know I don’t have any cigarettes.”

“Yeah, I forgot.”

I hunted around and found one in my shirt pocket.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked again.

“Nothin’s wrong.”

“Is it the Motorcycle Boy being gone?”

“Don’t start in on me,” I said. He kept quiet for a few minutes. He’d pestered me once before when he shouldn’t of and I’d punched the wind out of him. I was real sorry about that, but it wasn’t my fault. He should have known better than to pester me when I’m mad.

Finally he said, “Slow down, willya? You’re running my legs off.”

I stopped. We were on the bridge, right where the Motorcycle Boy used to stop to watch the water. I threw my cigarette butt into the river. It was so full of trash that a little more wasn’t going to hurt it any.

“You’ve been acting funny ever since the Motorcycle Boy left.”

“He’s been gone before,” I said. I get mad quick, and I get over it quick.

“Not for this long.”

“Two weeks. That ain’t long.”

“Maybe he’s gone for good.”

“Shut up, willya,” I said. I closed my eyes. I’d been out till four in the morning the night before and I was kind of tired.

“This is a crummy neighborhood,” Steve said suddenly.

“It ain’t the slums,” I told him, keeping my eyes shut. “There’s worse places.”

“I didn’t say it was the slums. I said it was a crummy neighborhood, and it is.”

“If you don’t like it, move.”

“I am. Someday I am.”

I quit listening. I don’t see any sense in thinking about things far off in the future.

“You have to face the fact that the Motorcycle Boy may be gone for good.”

“I don’t have to face nothin’,” I said tiredly.

He sighed and stared down at the river.

I saw a rabbit once at the zoo. My old man took me there on the bus a long time ago. I really liked that zoo. I tried to go again by myself, but I was a little kid and I got lost when I had to change buses. I never did get around to trying to get there again. But I remembered it pretty good. The animals reminded me of people. Steve looked like a rabbit. He had dark-blond hair and dark-brown eyes and a face like a real sincere rabbit. He was smarter than me. I ain’t never been a particularly smart person. But I get along all right.

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About the authors

S. E. Hinton

S. E. Hinton

Susan Eloise Hinton's career as an author began while she was still a student at Will Rogers High School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Disturbed by the divisions among her schoolmates into two groups--the Greasers and the Socs--Hinton wrote The Outsiders, an honest, sometimes shocking novel told from the point of view of an orphaned 14-year-old Greaser named Ponyboy Curtis. Since her narrator was male, it was decided that Hinton use only her first initials so as not to put off boys who would not normally read books written by women. The Outsiders was published during Hinton's freshman year at the University of Tulsa, and was an immediate sensation.Today, with more than eight million copies in print, the book is the best-selling young adult novel of all time, and one of the most hauntingly powerful views into the thoughts and feelings of teenagers.

The book was also made into a film, directed by Francis Ford Coppola and featuring such future stars as Emilio Estevez, Patrick Swayze, Matt Dillon, and Tom Cruise.Once published, The Outsiders gave her a lot of publicity and fame, and also a lot of pressure. S.E. Hinton was becoming known as "The Voice of the Youth" among other titles. This kind of pressure and publicity resulted in a three year long writer's block.Her boyfriend (and now, her husband), who had gotten sick of her being depressed all the time, eventually broke this block. He made her write two pages a day if she wanted to go anywhere. This eventually led to That Was Then, This Is Now.In the years since, Ms. Hinton has married and now has a teenaged son, Nick.

She continues to write, with such smash successes as That Was Then, This Is Now, Rumble Fish and Tex, almost as well known as The Outsiders. She still lives in Tulsa with her husband and son, where she enjoys writing, riding horses, and taking courses at the university.In a wonderful tribute to Hinton's distinguished 30-year writing career, the American Library Association and School Library Journal bestowed upon her their first annual Margaret A. Edwards Award, which honors authors whose "book or books, over a period of time, have been accepted by young people as an authentic voice that continues to illuminate their experiences and emotions, giving insight into their lives."

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Myself

5

Rumble Fish is a great movie, but unfortunately

Reviewed in the United States on September 4, 2017

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Rumble Fish is a great movie, but unfortunately, it was ahead of its time and not appreciated for the remarkable work of art that it is. Like Leonardo DaVinci's great masterpiece, The Mona Lisa, it's enigmatic, mystifying, and unforgettable...and to me, after many viewing, still thoroughly beguiling. I don't recommend Rumble Fish for everyone,...but only for those who enjoy a thought provoking and creative movie experience that posseses that certain quality that underscores a great movie from merely a good one. .

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Martin pimentel

Martin pimentel

5

Great book

Reviewed in the United States on May 7, 2023

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Great book, but not as thrilling as The Outsiders. If you are looking for an excellent short read I would recommend it.

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Sans

Sans

5

I believe this is Hinton's second best novel after The Outsiders.

Reviewed in the United States on January 1, 2021

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The point of view in this book is important. First person from main character's POV is important for the last chapter because the narrator is telling someone else's story while telling their own. It's important for the transformation that happens later in the story, and it's a storytelling technique I first encountered in this novel and have not seen since. The language is spare and honest, simple, which is good for a middle school audience. Reading it again in my fifties for nostalgia's sake, I'm still impressed by this fairy tale because it holds up over the half century since it was first published.

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Mrs. Sims

Mrs. Sims

5

A favorite

Reviewed in the United States on April 24, 2023

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SE Hinton is one of those writers who doesn’t focus on the controversial aspects of the world today. Her books are classic and appeals to all teen readers.

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Jessica Hoyt

Jessica Hoyt

5

Very good!

Reviewed in the United States on June 20, 2023

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I love Hinton's work so much! This book was very good and so was the movie! It came earlier than expected too, and I was very pleased with that.

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