Pete Dexter - The Paperboy

High Praise for
Pete Dexters
THE PAPERBOY

THIS POWERFUL BOOK reads like a mystery, fast and compelling; unlike most mysteries, however, it stays with you afterward.

Mens Journal

A WISE AND FASCINATING TALE WELL TOLD.

Entertainment Weekly

HIP, HARD-BOILED AND FILLED WITH MEMORABLE ECCENTRICS The Paperboy burns with the phosphorescent atmosphere of betrayal.

Time

DEXTERS PROSE IS TAUT AND LEAN, and The Paperboy moves with the surprising speed and agility of an alligator. The dynamics of the James brothers relationships with each other and with their father are tantalizing.

The Houston Chronicle

WITH TAUT PROSE AND VIBRANT CHARACTERS, Dexter creates a world that is both familiar and frighteningly foreign. It is a tale worth reading, but one that will leave you wondering whether truth really matters.

The Denver Post

WITH PERFECT PITCH AND A MIX OF FEROCITY AND SYMPATHY, Pete Dexter portrays the personages and the weakening institutions of a rural Southern district in the 60s.

New York Newsday

THE PAPERBOY IS AN OUT-AND-OUT YARN, an entertaining story, full of a conflicting mixture of world weariness and naivet, told with a chip-on-its-shoulder, humble-pie braggadocio.

Chicago Tribune

Dexter has constructed the novel from tight, superbly convincing scenes. The Paperboy is, in fact, a better book than the justly honored Paris Trout. You cant put it down. But the real measure of Dexters success, artistic and moral, is that you wish you could.

GQ

THE PAPERBOY IS DEXTER AT THE TOP OF HIS FORM, a terrific outing by one of our most distinct and gifted contemporary authors.

The Commercial Appeal (Memphis, Tn.)

DEXTER IS A GIFTED STORYTELLER [his] prose is spare and brutal, edged with dark humor.

The Philadelhia Inquirer

BOTH POIGNANT AND ELEGANT Dexter is a gifted storyteller. His narrative style is precise, yet richly detailed. The Paperboy works beautifully at many levels. It is artfully crafted. It demands to be read; and its a wonderful story deserving of literary prize consideration.

The Daily Press (Newport News, Va.)

HAUNTING DEXTER IS A MASTER OF COLLOQUIAL POETRY, of moods revealed through gestures and settings. Somber scenes unraveling in slow motion make this a haunting book.

Playboy

A MOVING AND SUSPENSEFUL NOVEL Dexters well-drawn characters are a believable mlange who interact realistically and inhabit his plot with great strength and mobility.

The Oregonian (Portland)

With clarity and an amazing capacity for simplicity of language and down-home metaphor, Dexter weaves a tale that exposes the extremes of goodness and nastiness that exist in newspaper life.

The Washington Post

FROM THE DESK OF A NATIONAL BOOK AWARD WINNER comes this thoroughly engrossing story of murder, deception, and betrayal. On the surface, The Paperboy is a first-rate mystery. At a deeper level, though, this novel surpasses most others. The sheer suspense of this compelling tale will capture most readers, but it is the people of the novel and their secret motivations that readers will not be able to forget when the last page is read.

Southern Living

[Dexter] has written as sparsely here as in any of his previous books, and most of what carries the reader along so irresistibly lies beneath the surface of his prose.

The New York Times

What deepens and darkens [Dexters] writing, so that art is the precise word to describe it, is a powerful understanding that character rules, that we live with our weaknesses and die of our strengths.

John Skow, Time

ALSO BY PETE DEXTER

Gods Pocket
Deadwood
Paris Trout
Brotherly Love

A Delta Book
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Dell Publishing
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Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc.
1540 Broadway
New York, New York 10036

Copyright 1995 by Pete Dexter

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eISBN: 978-0-307-78559-6

Reprinted by arrangement with Random House, Inc.

February 1996

v3.1

For Erwin Potts and Gil Spencer,
a couple of pretty good paperboys
who never let it go to their heads

M Y BROTHER WARD WAS once a famous man.

No one mentions that now, and I suppose no one is inclined to bring it up, particularly not my father, who in other matters loves those things most that he can no longer touch or see, things washed clean of flaws and ambiguity by the years he has held them in his memory, reshaping them as he brings them out, again and again, telling his stories until finally the stories, and the things in them, are as perfect and sharp as the edge of the knife he keeps in his pocket.

In his stories, the bass are all bigger than you have ever seen them, and always catch the glint of the sun in their scales as they jump.

And he always lets them go.

He has no stories about my brother, though. At the mention of his name, a change occursa small change, you would have to know him to see itand my father, without moving a muscle in his face, slips away; retreats, I think, to that sheltered place where his stories are kept.

Perhaps we all have our places.

An hour later, you may notice he hasnt spoken a word.

I N AUGUST OF THE YEAR 1965, a man named Thurmond Call, who had, even by Moat County standards, killed an inappropriate number of Negroes in the line of duty, was killed himself between the towns of Lately and Thorn, along a county road which runs parallel to and a quarter mile west of the St. Johns River in northern Florida.

Thurmond Call was the sheriff of Moat County, and had held that position since before I was born. He was murdered on the eve of his sixty-seventh birthday, but had kicked a man to death on a public street in Lately only the previous spring. And so, while it is true there was some sentiment at the timenot only in Lately, the county seat, but in the larger town of Thorn, where we lived, and the little encampments along the forty miles of river in betweenthat it was time to wean Sheriff Call from the public coffers, it had nothing to do with his not being up to the job.

The sheriffs malady was viewed as having been imposed on him from the outside, and was therefore forgivable, even if it could not be cured. Like tuberculosis. Hippies, federal judges, Negroeshe couldnt keep track of what he was allowed to do to them and what he wasnt, and that had spawned a confusion in his mind which, the body of Moat County thought went, led him to more immoderate positions than he otherwise would have taken. And that, in turn, has spawned a certain unease in the general population.