This was the resonating thought I had while reading This is Where it Ends, the devastingly beautiful book by Marieke Nijkamp. I know
these people.
I don’t just mean that in the sense that writing makes you
feel so ingrained in these characters lives that you feel you know them on an
intimate level. It’s a true statement definitely. Nijkamp gives each character
a livable and lived-in backstory and makes each character feel vibrant and
alive in their own ways. But this isn’t what I mean.
Some of these characters feel plucked out of my own life, to
a frustrating and heartbreaking degree, which makes this book that much more
painful, and on some level, that much more important.
This is Where it Ends is a story that plucks us right in the
middle of an impossible to imagine scenario that unfortunately happens all to
often; a school shooting. All the events happen in the length and breadth of a
school rampage being perpetrated by a former student of Opportunity High
School, Tyler.
The story itself is told by a handful of students' first person accounts, but also through text
messages, tweets, and blogs, but mainly focuses on the perspectives of Clare, Tomas,
Autumn, and Sylvia. Each is entangled in Tyler’s life in their own fraught way.
Clare is an ex-girlfriend, Tomas an enemy, Autumn a sister, and Sylvia the
sister’s girlfriend and the enemy’s sister. Each has had a role to play
antagonizing Tyler in varying degrees and being antagonized in return. And it
is made very clear very early on, each has a lot to lose and will lose much in
a short amount of time.
And the thing that startled me the most was that there was
an analog in my own life for just about every character. Clare’s brother
Matthew, Tomas, Kevin (who barely spoke a word but had such a lived-in
backstory I knew exactly who he was), the English Teacher, his daughter and her
blog.
(Sure, there were a few who I didn't have analogs for, Farid, and Sylvia, but they were so well created and such unique characters that I really wish I have versions of them in my life. Farid especially for reasons to deep and numerous to mention.)
But the thing that made itself the most clear and also
scared me the most is that I knew exactly who Autumn and Tyler were. The relationship of a brother and sister
surviving a traumatic and abusive household who were at once each other’s port
in the storm and also each other’s worst enemy is a relationship I’ve witnessed
up close and it is utterly heartbreaking.
The character of Tyler was especially upsetting because the
analog of Tyler was someone I was once very close too but whose destructive
qualities I was too familiar with and ultimately had to break ties. The version of Tyler I knew never went on a
rampage, thank God. But the capability was there. The need for revenge, and always having
something to prove was too close to the surface.
Sadly, the Tyler analog I knew died. And just as sad, there’s
probably a lot of Tylers out there, lost and confused, and several Autumns and
Clares and Tomas’s, just as lost and confused looking for some sort of anchor
in the storm.
Which is why I find this story so important and worthwhile.
The point of the whole book is that we are supposed to band together to be each
other’s port in the storm instead of floating apart from one another, isolated
and alone.
It took a tragedy for the characters in this book to realize
that. Sadly, it takes tragedy after tragedy for us to realize that. And even
worse, sometimes we still don’t realize it.
But the power of this book is it gives us a close-up view of
such a thing with the hopes that we will never have to live it ourselves, that
maybe we can recognize the Tylers amongst us and accept them, love them, help
them before it’s too late.
This is an incredible, heartbreaking story that is well-crafted, exquisitely told and has a message that is so important I’m going to be singing its praises for a long time. As I said on twitter, this book is so good I told my mom to read it and that might be the highest praise I can give a book. So please read it.
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