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Darin Strauss - Half a Life: A Memoir

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In this powerful, unforgettable memoir, acclaimed novelist Darin Strauss examines the far-reaching consequences of the tragic moment that has shadowed his whole life. In his last month of high school, he was behind the wheel of his dads Oldsmobile, driving with friends, heading off to play mini-golf. Then: a classmate swerved in front of his car. The collision resulted in her death. With piercing insight and stark prose, Darin Strauss leads us on a deeply personal, immediate, and emotional journeygraduating high school, going away to college, starting his writing career, falling in love with his future wife, becoming a father. Along the way, he takes a hard look at loss and guilt, maturity and accountability, hope and, at last, acceptance. The result is a staggering, uplifting tour de force.Look for special features inside, including an interview with Colum McCann.Join the Circle for author chats and more.RandomHouseReadersCircle.com

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Also by Darin Strauss Chang and Eng The Real McCoy More Than It Hurts You - photo 1

Also by Darin Strauss

Chang and Eng
The Real McCoy
More Than It Hurts You

2011 Random House Trade Paperback Edition Copyright 2010 by Darin Strauss - photo 2

2011 Random House Trade Paperback Edition

Copyright 2010 by Darin Strauss
Reading group guide copyright 2011 by Random House, Inc.

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by
Random House Trade Paperbacks,
an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group,
a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

R ANDOM H OUSE T RADE P APERBACKS and colophon
are trademarks of Random House, Inc.
R ANDOM H OUSE R EADERS C IRCLE and colophon
is a trademark of Random House, Inc.

Originally published in hardcover in the United States by McSweeneys in 2010.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Strauss, Darin.
Half a life : a memoir / Darin Strauss. 2011 Random House Trade Paperback ed.
p. cm.
Originally published in hardcover in the United States by McSweeneys in
2010T.p. verso.
eISBN: 978-0-679-64382-1
1. Strauss, Darin. 2. Authors, American21st centuryBiography. 3. Life change
events. I. Title.
PS3569.T692245Z47 2011
813.54dc22

[B]
2010052484

www.randomhousereaderscircle.com

Cover design and photography: Lynn Buckley

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For my parents, and hers.

Contents
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By the time youve run your mind through it a hundred times, relentlessly worked out every tic of your terror, its lost its power over you [Soon its] a story on a page, or, more precisely, everybodys story on a page.

John Gardner

Half my life ago, I killed a girl.

I had just turned eighteen, and when you drive in new post-adolescence, you drive with friends. We were headed to shoot a few rounds of putt-putt. It was May 1988. The breeze did its open-window work on the hair behind my neck and ears. We had a month before high-school graduation. I was at the wheel. Up ahead, on the right shoulder, a pair of tiny bicyclists bent over their handlebars. The horizon was just my towns modest skyline done in watercolors. We all shared a four-lane road; the bicycles traveled in the same direction as my car. Bare legs pedaling under a long sky. I think I fiddled with the radio. Hey what song is this? So turn it up. Then one of the bike riders did something. I remember only thata glitch on the right. My Oldsmobile stayed in the far left lane. After a wobble or two, the bicyclist eased a wheel into the road, maybe thirty feet away. My tires lapped up the distance that separated us.

Next the bicycle made a crisp turn into the left lane and my sudden car. Dark blond hair appeared very clearly in my windshield. I remember a kind of mechanical curiosity about why this was happening and what it might mean.

This moment has been, for all my life, a kind of shadowy giant. Im able, tick by tick, to remember each second before it. Radio; friends; thoughts of mini-golf, another thought of maybe just going to the beach; the distance between car and bicycle closing: anything could still happen. But I am powerless to see what comes next; the moment raises a shoulder, lowers its head, and slumps away.

And then its too late. My forearm hooks to protect my eyes. The front-seat passenger shouts. I picture my foot disappearing under the dash, kicking down for the brake, straining farther than any real leg can go. Yet the hood of my Oldsmobile met Celine Zilke at forty miles an hour. Her head cracked the windshield. I remember the yellow reflector from her spokes, a useless spark, kicking up the glass incline and over the roof.

My car bumped onto the grassy median. And then I must have done all the normal driver things. Put on the clonking hazards, rolled to a stop, cut the engine; I must have stepped onto the grass in my T-shirt and shorts. I simply have no memory of how I got there.

Celine Zilke, the girl I killed, was sixteen and always will be sixteen. And I knew her: Celine went to my school. She was an eleventh-grader. I see her playing field hockey in blue gym shortsCeline had been that lively, athletic type one always imagines in shorts. Or I see her settled in beside friends on the concrete benches just outside the cafeteria, or dashing off notes in the public-speaking class we took together. Celine sat by the window.

When I look back now, she strikes me most of all as young.

I walked to where Celine lay on the road. I didnt know who Id hit or even that wed had a serious collision. I thought in terms of broken arms and getting in trouble with my parents. Then I reached her and noticed the peculiar stillness of her face. This stillness transformed herI didnt even recognize her. The eyes were open, but her gaze seemed to extend only an inch or so. This openness that does not project out is the image I have of death: everything present, nothing there. She lay on the warm macadam in oblique anglesarm bent up and out, foot settled under a knee. In the skin between her eyebrows there was a small, imprinted purple horseshoe of blood.

I think maybe shes hurt, said my friend Dave. We couldnt tell if there was any life coming from her pale, parted mouth. Maybe shes hurt might pass for an obvious statement when you read it now, but it didnt as we stood over Celine on that morning. Her face looked relaxed, as if she were lost in thought. Yet I could feel my own breathing speed up. And thats all I felt.

A tragedys first act is crowded with supporting players: witnesses crimping their faces, policemen scribbling in pads and making radio calls, EMS guys unfolding equipment, tubes and wheels.

I must have managed to ask how Celine was doing, because at some point a policeman told me that she was unconscious but holding on. I remember talk of cardiac arrest, of a medevac helicopter coming to take her to the hospital. I had a somewhat thickheaded sensation that everyone was responding appropriately to what was clearly a crisis. But I still didnt think there was any reason to freak out. This was something fixable; it was being fixed. Still, I had been careful not to stand anyplace where I could see Celine againher faces semblance of musing calm, her unnatural position.

Police had suspended traffic on the highways two sides. My friends made cameo appearances as standers, mullers, back rubbers. I thought how strange it was that, in normal life, we all touched so rarely. Traffic, I now understoodId started to think abstractlyis a kind of stream crowded with fish, a rush of momentum, and wed been yanked to the side of the brook and forced to dry in the sun. Id become one of those sights Id driven past a hundred times on the expressway, the locus of a thousand strangers curiosity.

Thats the thing about shock. You can have these clear and selfish perceptions, as you circle without looking at the truth lying alone on the street.

The most embarrassing memory of that day came when two teenage girls materialized from one of the stopped cars nearby. I heard the thunk of doors closing. And next the young women came walking over the grass. They were sexy and not from my school. Both wore shorts and white sleeveless undershirts; one smelled, optimistically, of suntan oil.

Hey, she said. You in that crash?her voice a mix of apprehension and prying.

Yeah, I said.

Wowoh, man.

I know.

You all right?

Yeah, I said, I am, thanks, and walked away.

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