The smaller evil

Stephanie Kuehn

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"Chronically sick and anxiety plagued Arman Dukoff runs away to attend a self-actualization retreat where he eventually discovers both a bloody corpse and a sense of self that was not what he bargained for"--

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New York, NY : Dutton Books [2016]
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English
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Stephanie Kuehn (author)
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244 pages ; 22 cm
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9781101994702
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Review by Booklist Review

Arman quickly agreed to spend a week at Beau's campground in the California mountains, a place he believed would help him solve his myriad and acutely real ­problems. But while the charismatic man's homily of social order sickness and cultural syndromes initially made sense, in the confines of the compound, surrounded by Beau's followers and their intense, vaguely mystical rhetoric, Arman's not as convinced. After a difficult night of confrontational therapy, he's had enough and decides to split. On his walk home, though, he discovers Beau's bloodied body and quickly returns to the compound for help. Only, once he gets everyone's attention, Beau's body and the van it was in are nowhere to be seen, and Arman is missing a few hours of memory. Kuehn effectively builds a confounding, cult-like atmosphere in the compound and a convincing conspiracy swirling around Arman's experiences. While the ultimate pay-off leaves quite a few questions frustratingly unanswered, the eerie atmosphere of the compound, Kuehn's skillful hand at characterization, and the twisty scheme should nonetheless hook readers.--Hunter, Sarah Copyright 2016 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

With his drug-addicted father in and out of jail and his neglectful mother wishing him out of the house, 17-year-old Arman seeks solace and guidance in Beau, a charismatic adult who promises a way to free Arman from his feelings of inadequacy. Arman joins Kira, a fellow classmate, and Dale, her boyfriend, on a retreat with Beau. Instead of the campsite expected, the three find themselves on the Evolve compound, a center of more than 100 devotees committed to uncovering their truest selves through exercises that challenge their abilities and memories. When the compound's leader disappears and factions within the camp turn ugly, Arman, Kira, and Dale must decide whether they are being manipulated and how to escape. Balancing Arman's experience with Beau's inner thoughts, Kuehn (Delicate Monsters) elevates the religious cult novel with this sophisticated psychological mystery centered on the concept of the double effect-that the "greater good outweighs the smaller evil." Though certain characters are more archetypal than three-dimensional, the book's philosophical undertones and uncertain ending are transfixing. Ages 14-up. Agent: Michael Bourret, Dystel & Goderich Literary Management. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 9 Up-Seventeen-year-old Arman Dukoff is shy around girls and awkward and longs to get away from his drug-dealing stepfather. With $2,000 in hand, he runs away from home to join self-help guru Beau at a retreat near Big Sur. When Arman arrives at the camp, things aren't what he expected, but he does start to click with a girl. Confusion ensues with strange rules, rituals, and jargon. Then Beau goes missing. Narrator Ryan Gessell pulls listeners into Arman's world. The plot is a bit slow to take off, but listeners will be on the edge of their seats as the book progresses. VERDICT An intriguing psychological thriller. Listeners who like suspenseful titles such as Anna Collomore's Ruining will enjoy this audiobook. ["Kuehn's specialty in depicting mental illness and her sharp, quick writing are on display in her latest novel, but it is her satirical integration of New Age hippie rituals with the pseudoscientific jargon of the self-help retreat world that is the most compelling addition": SLJ 6/16 starred review of the Dutton book.]-Jessica Moody, Olympus Jr. High, Holladay, UT © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

Seventeen-year-old Arman is anxious, self-loathing, mostly ignored by his mother and stepfather, and ashamed of his incarcerated father. He makes an easy mark for Beau, the charismatic founder of a remote "retreat" called Evolve, whose mission is to inoculate participants against "social order disease." Although Beau takes a particular interest in Arman (because, it's later revealed, Beau is seeking a successor), Arman can't shake the bad feeling he has about Evolve and sneaks away from the compound. Beau catches up with him, but then things take a surreal, suspenseful turn. Manipulated psychologically and sexually, drugged without his knowledge, trying to comprehend a situation that appears to involve conspiracy, murder, and even the paranormal, Arman can't trust anyone -- or even his own mind. Interspersed with events at the compound are disturbing second-person, present-tense vignettes that relate the recruitment of a young woman. Kuehn's novels (Charm Strange, rev. 11/13; Complicit, rev. 7/14; Delicate Monsters, rev. 7/15) frequently explore the unreliability of perception and memory, as well as the human mind's ability to protect itself from harmful information and situations, and this book is no exception. The reader experiences Arman's profound disorientation and panic along with him, even as details provided by his experiences and in the vignettes call his judgment into serious question. Foreboding builds inexorably to a conclusion that feels both tragic and inevitable. katie bircher (c) Copyright 2016. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Strange occurrences at a secluded self-help retreat threaten 17-year-old Arman's already fragile mental healthFor as long as he can remember, Arman has taken medications for numerous chronic physical and emotional ailments. So when Beau, a reassuring but mysterious man, invites Arman to a healing retreat in the hills of Big Sur, he accepts. He's nervous but eager for a chance to move beyond his sense of brokenness. At the retreat compound, Arman is among strangers, except for his classmate Kira, a black girl who is the daughter of a famous civil rights attorney, and her boyfriend, Dale. Like Arman and most of the other characters, Dale is white. Arman is at once comforted and confused by Beau's interest in him and by his encounters with a beautiful girl, a cook at the compound. But talk of "inoculation" and "quarantine" and the program's other odd rituals unnerve Arman, as effectively conveyed in Kuehn's third-person narration. When Beau disappears, Arman is the only witness to what may have been a murder or a suicidehe's not sure which, because he can't remember exactly what happened. Arman's tale of self-discovery is woven into the bigger mystery of Beau's fate, but the result of the latter is less than enthralling. More gripping is the insightful and empathetic look into the mind of a teen struggling to heal.Rich prose and a complex main character salvage this suspenseful but less-than-satisfying mystery. (Thriller. 14-18) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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An Excerpt from The Smaller Evil "You have to stop hurting yourself," Beau said softly. "I know ." "I mean it. You've been taught to turn your pain inward. But that's wrong. It's sick. Do you understand me?" Arman nodded. "I . . . I think so." "No!" Beau hissed. "That's your whole damn problem, thinking. Ever since the day we met, you've told me what you think about things. But you don't feel and you don't do . Not in any meaningful way. Feeling and doing, they're more important than the thoughts inside your head. They're our primary channels to health. To immunity ." "Huh?" Arman shivered. He couldn't even pretend to comprehend what was going on. Beau sighed. "Do you take care of yourself by thinking about exercising? Or by actually exercising?" "Actually exercising." "And does thinking about, say, sex keep you from wanting it? Or do you find you're driven to satisfy your desires in more physical ways?" At this, a great roar of laughter rose up behind him, and Arman longed to melt. Or evaporate. Did everyone know about him and the cook? That's what it felt like. But he managed to answer, "I . . . satisfy my desires." "I would hope so," Beau said smoothly. "So when I say that you need to express your pain externally, what is it that you need to do?" "I need to do it." "That's right." A look of approval crossed Beau's face, and seeing this calmed Arman. It reassured him that he was saying the right things and doing what was expected of him. It also gave him hope this ordeal would soon be over. He watched eagerly as Beau rolled his own shirtsleeves up, exposing the smooth skin of his forearms. Then Beau pulled something from the side pocket of his pants. He worked hard to pry whatever it was open before dropping it right in the center of Arman's palm. Gasps came from the surrounding circle, and Arman stared, disbelieving. It was a knife. Beau had given him a pocketknife. A strange-looking one, with a rosewood handle and an ornate type of blade Arman had never seen before. Rather than a solid steel color, this blade was a dramatic mix of light and dark, of everything in between. Streaks of grays and blacks covered the entire surface--a gleaming feat of metallurgy that worked to form a distinctive pattern of whorls and loops. Like a fingerprint. "My grandfather made it," Beau said. "It's a Damascus. Truly one of a kind." Arman said nothing. He just kept staring at the blade. Then he looked at Beau's outstretched, unscarred arms. Like an offering. A sacrifice. For him . "Wait a minute," Arman said slowly, shaking his head. "No. No, I won't do that. Of course not. I won't hurt you." "Yes, you will. You'll do it now. Go on." Arman swallowed hard. His trembling hand closed around the knife's hilt. It was heavier than he'd realized, and it was nothing for him to let the weight of the decorative blade tip down to rest against Beau's soft wrist. He glanced up. "I can't do this," he said. "You can. You will." Arman nodded. Held his breath. Then he began pressing down on the blade. Slowly. Very slowly. Until pop! The skin gave. A dot of red appeared. The smallest mark. He quickly looked at Beau again. He wanted approval. He wanted to be told to stop. "Deeper." Beau fixed his calm river-pebble gaze on him. "As deep as you can go. To the bone. " "What?" Arman yanked his hand back. "No!" "You said you wanted to heal." "Yeah, but not like this. This isn't healing. It's gross." "Are you sure, Arman? Or is that just what you think?" Was this really happening? "I'm sure I think it's true." Beau bent forward then, lowering his voice to a whisper, making it a moment just between them. "Maybe the truth is that you don't know what healing looks like. Maybe nothing you know is as it seems." "And why would that be?" "Because you're here . Because you can't see the truth from where you're standing. Because you're like a dog chasing a squirrel as it runs around a tree. You don't realize you could catch the damn thing if you just stood still." Thick and heavy, Arman's nausea had returned to roost. "So what? I'm just supposed to do something I don't want to do because you think I should?" "Alia tentanda via est. That's our motto here." "I don't even know what that means!" "It means 'another way must be tried.'" Of course it did. And of course Arman understood. This was the moment he was meant to crack. This was the moment that he was meant to see the error of his ways and demonstrate that his disgust and self-loathing were far better off directed at the people in his life who'd actually caused him pain. The thing was Arman didn't see it that way. The truth of who he was and why was so much more complicated than that. The swipe of a sword at a self-appointed father figure couldn't begin to bear that burden. Besides, what Beau was asking him to do, well, it was wrong. It wasn't right. So Arman gripped the knife, as tight as he could, and with a snarl, he flung the weapon out of the circle. It arced high in the night air, spinning end over end, before tumbling over the edge of the ravine to vanish into the blackness. "No," he told Beau again. "I won't do that." Excerpted from The Smaller Evil by Stephanie Kuehn All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.