Adam Levin - The Instructions

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Beginning with a chance encounter with the beautiful Eliza June Watermark and ending, four days and 900 pages later, with the Events of November 17, this is the story of Gurion Maccabee, age ten: a lover, a fighter, a scholar, and a truly spectacular talker. Expelled from three Jewish day-schools for acts of violence and messianic tendencies, Gurion ends up in the Cage, a special lockdown program for the most hopeless cases of Aptakisic Junior High. Separated from his scholarly followers, Gurion becomes a leader of a very different sort, with righteous aims building to a revolution of troubling intensity.
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If the taggers hadn’t heard of the Side of Damage, and enough of them got in the habit of bombing WE DAMAGE WE, then soon — in the way of the Indian swastika, say — the bomb could stop signifying the Side of Damage. It could end up signifying whatever those who planted it decided it signified.

If the taggers had heard of the Side of Damage, and thought they knew what it was, and intended the tags to signify the Side of Damage, then that meant the taggers considered themselves members — or at the very least allies — of the Side of Damage. Which might or might not be good: it depended who the taggers were. If, for example, they were part of Momo and Beauregard’s Big Ending, that would be fine, but if they were Main Hall Shovers or basketballers or singers of the rhyme of my bus-stop, that might not be fine. It was hard to decide.

Yes, a WE DAMAGE WE tagged by a Main Hall Shover would, for now at least, damage the Arrangement exactly as well as a WE DAMAGE WE tagged by anyone who was actually on the Side of Damage, but if Main Hall Shovers went around signifying the Side of Damage, others would come to think the Side of Damage was made up partially of Main Hall Shovers, which it wasn’t. No Main Hall Shover was one of us, and no Main Hall Shover would ever be one of us. If I let Main Hall Shovers join the Side of Damage, it wouldn’t be the Side of Damage anymore. We’d just be another part of the Arrangement.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t so bad if people who weren’t on our side — even, and maybe especially, our enemies — thought they were. At the rate the bombs were spreading, I’d have to decide soon.

I passed a pink nail-polished *EMOTIONALIZE* under the instructions on the glass of a firehose case, and though I knew I didn’t write it, I wasn’t sure Benji hadn’t. He could have done it on his way from the Cage to see me in Nurse Clyde’s, just before we stopped being friends. Though the color of the nail-polish made the *EMOTIONALIZE* seem devotional, it could have been a Nakamookian joke for my benefit. He could have been feeling arch. Maybe he’d planned to tell me he’d written it only after I told him I’d seen it; or maybe he’d planned to never admit to it, like with his authorship of the “pee so pungent” saying. Then again, it might not have been a joke at all. Maybe he’d wanted to inspire Jennys to vandalism and figured it would seem more heartfelt if he spoke to them in glossy pink.

Although this pink *EMOTIONALIZE* would have marked a kind of victory for the Side of Damage if it had been written by a Jenny — and it probably had been — the thought of Nakamook being clever enough to urge Jennys on with pink nail polish was far more thrilling. But why should I have been thrilled at all about Nakamook’s cleverness if he was no longer my friend? I shouldn’t have been. And I definitely shouldn’t have been more thrilled about it than about a Jenny’s transformation into a vandal, yet still I was more thrilled, out of habit — the habit of admiring Nakamook. It was poison to think of him, and thinking it was poison didn’t make it any less poison.

Rat, I thought. Deadkid. Think about that . Someone got Brodsky to call you to the Office. Someone was a rat. Someone was dead.

Through the sound-resistant glass, I saw Brodsky was standing in front of Pinge’s desk. I entered the Office.

“Gurion,” Miss Pinge said.

“Gurion indeed.” Brodsky revolved and set his hand on my shoulder. “Gurion Maccabee,” he said. He was smiling.

Then we were sitting across his desk from each other, the wingnut I’d given him centered on his blotter. It didn’t seem like I was in trouble, but I hadn’t forgotten Tuesday afternoon — the way he’d outgamed me — and so I stayed cautious.

“Why do you like wingnuts?” Brodsky said.

I said, They hold as well as hexnuts, but you don’t need a tool to fasten them; just your fingers.

“Fasten them?” he said. “Or unfasten them?” he said. He winked for some reason. He said, “Either way.” Then he rested his pointers on the wingnut’s wings, pressed, spun it. “I believe that you are partially responsible for this sudden rash of vandalism,” he said. Just like that. “However, I know you aren’t entirely responsible — you couldn’t be. There are hundreds of instances by now, and a large portion of them occurred while you were in ISS yesterday. I’m not going to ask you who else was responsible because I know you won’t answer me.”

You’re just expelling me, I said.

“No,” he said. He said, “I don’t believe that’ll solve anything. Why must everything be so extreme with you, Gurion? You’re not in any trouble and I am not threatening you with any trouble. I want to have a conversation with you. Can we have a conversation?”

I won’t tell on anybody, I said.

“I won’t ask you to.”

We can try to have a conversation then, I said.

“You have a very powerful influence over some of your fellow students,” he said, “particularly the ones who are vandalizing our school, pulling fire alarms, getting into fights. Deny it to me all you want, I believe you know it’s true.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I want all this trouble to stop. I suspect that you want that as well. At least some of it.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Those five boys who fought with Eliyahu and Shlomo told me that you tried to break up the fight. I am proud of you for doing that.”

Be proud of Eliyahu, too, then, I said. I said, Revoke his ISS.

“Eliyahu,” said Brodsky, “was not trying to break up that fight. He was trying to harm those five boys. They said something he objected to, something he wouldn’t repeat, and he tried to harm them — he told me that himself. The other two — Bryan Maholtz and Billy Baxter — they were the only ones who claimed to have been doing anything noble, but looking at the bruises on Eliyahu’s face, anyone could have seen they were lying. All eight of them will be in ISS tomorrow, and Shlomo Cohen as well, if he recovers enough to return to school.”

I said, If you were Eliyahu, and you’d believed what he believed, you would have done the same thing he did. You would have had to.

“I am glad you are a friend to Eliyahu,” said Brodsky. “He is in a very sensitive place right now. He will be for quite a while. And I urge you to continue to be a friend to him. I also urge you to consider the influence you have on him, to take into account that his mistakes, as those of so many others in the past few days, are at least partially being made to impress you. You have sway, Gurion. You have power that teachers and principals don’t have, power that teachers and principals can’t have. I want you to use that power to better ends. I believe you broke up that fight because you want the same thing. That’s why you’re not in trouble right now. I want to give you a clean slate. I want to offer you the opportunity to be good.”

I am good, I said.

“I want to offer you the opportunity to act like you are good.”

You want me to make your job easier, I said.

“When you put it that way, you make it sound conniving. If you do what I’m asking, my job will become easier, but that’s not why I’m asking you to do it. I want you to improve yourself and I want you to see that improving yourself will improve those around you. You will find it satisfying, Gurion. You have my word. And yes, I will find it satisfying too, but not because it makes my job easier. I took this job because I care about the world and I believe that the better children are educated, the better the world becomes. Children cannot be well-educated in an unsafe environment. I want you to help me make Aptakisic safer because I want the world to be better. Don’t you want a better world?”

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