Son

Lois Lowry

eBook - 2012

The thrilling and long-awaited conclusion to the Newbery Medal-winning Giver Quartet by Lois Lowry. They called her Water Claire. When she washed up on their shore, no one knew that she came from a society where emotions and colors didn't exist. That she had become a Vessel at age thirteen. That she had carried a Product at age fourteen. That it had been stolen from her body. Claire had a son. She was supposed to forget him, but that was impossible. Now Claire will stop at nothing to find her child, even if it means making an unimaginable sacrifice.In this thrilling series finale, Son thrusts readers once again into the chilling world of the Newbery Medal-winning book, The Giver.

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Review by New York Times Review

In 1993, when Lois Lowry shocked adult and child sensibilities alike with her Newbery Medal-winning novel "The Giver," J. K. Rowling had not yet begun scribbling magic words on the back of cafe napkins and Stephenie Meyer had just graduated from her (presumably vampire-free) high school. Suzanne Collins had just sold her first teleplays for the gentle, nonviolent world of children's television, and "dystopia" was a 50-cent SAT word unlikely to trip off the average sixth-grade tongue. It's difficult to imagine, in our post-"Hunger Games" world, how unusual and unsettling it was then for a children's book to touch on euthanasia, suicide and murder, to couch it all in a bleak vision of political and emotional oppression and to leave its protagonists ultimate fate undecided. In many ways, Lowry invented the contemporary young adult dystopian novel. Now, nearly 20 years later - and with a glut of fictional oppressive societies leaving many of us with a bit of dystopia fatigue - she's returned with a concluding volume that gloriously rebels against the restraints of the very genre she helped to create. "Son" is being touted as the fourth book in the "Giver" quartet, as Lowry has previously published two loosely related companion novels, "Gathering Blue" (2000) and "Messenger" (2004). With "Son," she's woven these three disparate worlds together, heroes and fates colliding in a final, epic struggle. Fortunately, because this is Lois Lowry, the collision isn't a rehashing of the same dystopian fireworks we've seen too many times before, but a quiet, sorrowful, deeply moving exploration of the powers of empathy and the obligations of love. And fortunately for those of us who haven't read "The Giver" since elementary school, "Son" easily stands on its own. Set in the oppressive community of "The Giver," the book introduces us to 14-year-old Claire, proudly serving in the job of "Vessel." It quickly becomes clear what this vessel is carrying. "They don't want you to see the Product when it comes out of you," Claire's friend explains. "When you birth it." And so in a few efficient sentences, Lowry offers us a society that uses its young as brood mares, treats its newborns as manufactured commodities and denies any emotional connection between mother and child. It would be easy to be lulled by these opening chapters, thinking them merely a supremely wellwritten version of something we've seen before - the generic proper nouns; the placid, unquestioning populace; the spunky protagonist primed to puncture its illusions. But Lowry clearly has little interest in confining herself to a template, and the story soon veers off the expected path and, literally, into the wild. Something goes wrong during the birth. The baby comes out of it healthy, but Claire - at least by her community's standards - does not. Because she now wants what she's not supposed to: Love. Human connection. Her son. The need to see him, to know him, to get him back, infects her every thought. So when the child is stolen from the community, Claire escapes to follow him - and here the book doesn't so much defy expectations as slip through them like water, for escape is a nonissue, a blurry two pages of effortless departure, almost a fait accompli. It's also the last we see of the community whose fate seems beneath Lowry's concern. Instead, we follow Claire's search for her son, and what seemed like a dystopia resolves itself into something of a quest novel - a journey of endurance, courage and the occasional miracle. The all-encompassing maternal urge may not seem the most kid-friendly of subjects, but Claire's desperation to reclaim a missing piece of herself is universal. Readers of any age will be hard-pressed to stop turning the pages in the hope that her son might await her on the next. She's got a whole world to discover before she can find him - a world of colors, seasons and emotions denied her by the community - and as her world opens, the novel's language opens with it. When Claire washes up on a foreign shore, brutal, utilitarian sentences give way to lush descriptions of nature: "The slate gray sea roiled, scraping the narrow strip of sand rhythmically, tugging at the beach grass, digging and sucking loose the rocks at the shore's edge." Its words beating with the tide, the book bursts from black and white to brilliant Technicolor, and Lowry seems to rejoice in it as much as her character does. With their sparse world building and fantastical touches, "The Giver" books have always flirted with allegory. In this last volume, Lowry fully embraces fable: Claire is more archetype than girl, the ur-mother in search of her unnamed son. There's even a nightmarish monster lurking in the wood. What at first seems an odd note of fairy-tale villainy makes sense upon the realization that, unlike its predecessors, "Son" is not the story of a character confronting a damaged human society. It's the story of a humanity battered by inhuman forces: Nature. Age. Maybe even evil. It's love, though, that proves the most dangerous, with its inevitable companions, obligation, sacrifice and loss. Lowry, who lost her own son in 1995, surely understands these dangers all too well, and she writes heart-rendingly about the agony of absence and the injustice of loss. But Lowry's son Grey was an Air Force pilot who died while on active duty, and so Lowry also understands - and imbues her book with - the great capacity of youth to believe in transforming the world, in sacrificing for a greater good, in defeating evil - no matter the cost. Her characters carry their burdens without complaint, embracing any risk to save the ones they love. And as love threatens to destroy them, it's only love that can save them, that particular love of humanity that manifests as empathy. A powerful theme that runs throughout the quartet, empathy here claims center stage. To be able to imagine, or even experience, the inner life of another: In Lowry's world, this is the ultimate redemptive force, the gift that makes us human. In our world, it's the gift this book - and every book - offers us. Robin Wasserman is the author of the Cold Awakening trilogy, "Hacking Harvard" and, most recently, "The Book of Blood and Shadow."

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Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Fans of The Giver (1993) and they are legion will find themselves immediately pulled back into the sterile, ordered world where conformity is the only virtue. The focus here is on 14-year-old Claire, and when readers first see her, she is strapped onto a table, masked, about to give birth. As a Birthmother, Claire's job is finished once her baby is born, until the next pregnancy. But unusual circumstances, including a cesarean, get Claire moved from the birthing center to the fish hatchery, and someone forgets to give Claire the pills everyone in the community takes the ones that suppress feelings and individuality. Without that wall, Claire begins to long for her son and finds opportunities to see him. Slowly, readers of the previous titles in the quartet will come to understand that Claire's baby is not unfamiliar to them. When the boy disappears, Claire decides, against all odds, that she must find him. That brings her to a seaside community where she strengthens body, mind, and spirit to continue her search. One of The Giver's strengths was the unvarnished writing style that reflected the book's ordered community. Lowry captures that same feeling again and turns it inside out as Claire moves through two more distinct settings, both haunting in their own right. Though her time at the seaside village may seem long to some readers (and it is more than 10 years), the vividness of the descriptions from the hardness of the rock to the roiling of the water makes up for the length. Lowry is one of those rare writers who can craft stories as meaningful as they are enticing. Once again she provides plenty of weighty matters for readers to think about: What is important in life? What are you willing to trade for your desires? And the conflict that has been going on since stories began: Who is able to conquer evil? Don't miss our feature, Another Look at Lois Lowry's The Giver Quartet. --Cooper, Ilene Copyright 2010 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Drawing characters and themes from The Giver and its companions, Gathering Blue and Messenger, Lowry concludes her Giver Quartet nearly 20 years after the Newbery Medal-winning first book was published. The story is divided into three sections, and in the completely absorbing opening, Lowry transports readers back to the horrifying world from which Jonas came. The spotlight is on 14-year-old Claire, a Birthmother who is given an emergency Caesarean to save "the Product." The child survives, but Claire is coldly "decertified" and sent to work elsewhere, mystified as to what happened to her and her baby. Those familiar with The Giver will feel the pieces fall into place as Claire figures out which Product is hers and tracks his progress. Part two details Claire's decade-long struggle to remember who she is, and it suffers slightly from having a main character afflicted with a well-worn plot device (amnesia); the final third reunites characters from all three previous novels for a showdown with evil incarnate. If the latter sections don't quite keep up with the thrilling revelations of the first, Lowry still ties together these stories in a wholly satisfying way. Ages 12-up. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 6 Up-This final volume in the sequence of books that began with The Giver (Houghton Mifflin, 1993) returns for the first time to the regimented community of that book. Lowry recounts the events through the eyes of a new character, Claire, a Birthmother. When her first "Production" goes wrong, she endures a cesarean delivery and is summarily reassigned to the fish hatchery. But she can never let go of the idea of the son to whom she has given birth (Product #36) and manages to track him down in visits to the Nurturing Center. The baby turns out to be Gabe, the infant taken in by Jonas's family in The Giver. Claire meets Jonas's father and is able to maintain a tenuous relationship with her child. When Gabe is set to be "released" rather than permanently assigned to a family, things look dire indeed. Claire manages to escape the community on a supply boat headed "Elsewhere." Washed up on a beach after a storm, she has no memory of who she is or from whence she came. With the help of the villagers who have taken her in, she slowly regains some bits of her past and sets out to find her son. A harrowing encounter with the Trademaster leads her finally to Gabe, whom she finds in the village introduced in Messenger, along with Jonas, who is now appropriately the scholar/librarian of the community. Infinitely more satisfying than the previous installment, Son is a tender conclusion to this memorable story, and definitely the best of the books in this sequence since The Giver itself.-Tim Wadham, Children's Literature Consultant, Fenton, MO (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

Lowry begins Son by returning to the rigid, passionless community of The Giver (rev. 7/93), this time pursuing the story of Claire, the young woman who gave birth to Gabriel, the baby Jonas rescues in The Giver. Claires son is taken from her at birth, as is the way of this institutional culture, and nurtured in the communal nursery. Against the rules, Claire visits him regularly until, one night, baby and Jonas disappear. That same night, Claire also departs in a state of confused turmoil, eventually washing up on the beach of an isolated coastal village, having lost her memory. Her quest to regain it and find her son leads her to Jonas, Kira, and Gabriel of Lowrys earlier related books. Straightforward sentences; simple, accessible language; and a linear plot govern this novel that emphasizes the dangers of conformity and overvaluation of a "rational" life. Lowry foregoes dramatic suspense for measured tones and deliberate sequences of action -- a style that suits the bland, antiseptic environment of Claires and Jonass origins. A final confrontation (between Gabe and Trademaster) replays the battle against evil that seemed to have been vanquished by Mattys Christ-like sacrifice at the end of Messenger (rev. 5/04). Lengthy and somewhat mechanical in its plot, the strength of this novel is its compassionate portrait of a mothers commitment to her lost child. The book will be of greatest interest to those already hooked on Lowrys series. deirdre f. baker (c) Copyright 2012. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

In this long-awaited finale to the Giver Quartet, a young mother from a dystopian community searches for her son and sacrifices everything to find him living in a more humane society with characters from The Giver (1993), Gathering Blue (2000) and Messenger (2004). A designated Birthmother, 14-year-old Claire has no contact with her baby Gabe until she surreptitiously bonds with him in the community Nurturing Center. From detailed descriptions of the sterile, emotionally repressed community, it's clear Lowry has returned to the time and place of The Giver, and Claire is Jonas' contemporary. When Jonas flees with Gabe, Claire follows. She later surfaces with amnesia in a remote village beneath a cliff. After living for years with Alys, a childless healer, Claire's memory returns. Intent on finding Gabe, she single-mindedly scales the cliff, encounters the sinister Trademaster and exchanges her youth for his help in finding her child, now living in the same village as middle-aged Jonas and his wife Kira. Elderly and failing, Claire reveals her identity to Gabe, who must use his unique talent to save the village. Written with powerful, moving simplicity, Claire's story stands on its own, but as the final volume in this iconic quartet, it holistically reunites characters, reprises provocative socio-political themes, and offers a transcending message of tolerance and hope. Bravo! (Fiction. 12 up)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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ONE The young girl cringed when they buckled the eyeless leather mask around the upper half of her face and blinded her. It felt grotesque and unnecessary, but she didn't object. It was the procedure. She knew that. One of the other Vessels had described it to her at lunch a month before."Mask?" she had asked in surprise, almost chuckling at the strange image. "What's the mask for?""Well, it's not really a mask," the young woman seated on her left corrected herself, and took another bite of the crisp salad. "It's a blindfold, actually." She was whispering. They were not supposed to discuss this among themselves."Blindfold?" she had asked in astonishment, then laughed apologetically. "I don't seem to be able to converse, do I? I keep repeating what you say. But: blindfold? Why?""They don't want you to see the Product when it comes out of you. When you birth it." The girl pointed to her bulging belly."You've produced already, right?" she asked her.The girl nodded. "Twice.""What's it like?" Even asking it, she knew it was a somewhat foolish question. They had had classes, seen diagrams, been given instructions. Still, none of that was the same as hearing it from someone who had already gone through the process. And now that they were already disobeying the restriction about discussing it--well, why not ask?"Easier the second time. Didn't hurt as much."When she didn't respond, the girl looked at her quizzically. "Hasn't anyone told you it hurts?""They said 'discomfort.' "The other girl gave a sarcastic snort. "Discomfort, then. If that's what they want to call it. Not as much discomfort the second time. And it doesn't take as long.""Vessels? VESSELS!" The voice of the matron, through the speaker, was stern. "Monitor your conversations, please! You know the rules!"The girl and her companion obediently fell silent then, realizing they had been heard through the microphones embedded in the walls of the dining room. Some of the other girls giggled. They were probably also guilty. There was so little else to talk about. The process--their job, their mission--was the thing they had in common. But the conversation shifted after the stern warning.She had taken another spoonful of soup. Food in the Birthmothers' Dormitory was always plentiful and delicious. The Vessels were all being meticulously nourished. Of course, growing up in the community, she had always been adequately fed. Food had been delivered to her family's dwelling each day.But when she had been selected Birthmother at twelve, the course of her life had changed. It had been gradual. The academic courses--math, science, law--at school became less demanding for her group. Fewer tests, less reading required. The teachers paid little attention to her.Courses in nutrition and health had been added to her curriculum, and more time was spent on exercise in the outdoor air. Special vitamins had been added to her diet. Her body had been examined, tested, and prepared for her time here. After that year had passed, and part of another, she was deemed ready. She was instructed to leave her family dwelling and move to the Birthmothers' Dormitory.Relocating from one place to another within the community was not difficult. She owned nothing. Her clothing was distributed and laundered by the central clothing supply. Her schoolbooks were requisitioned by the school and would be used for another student the following year. The bicycle she had ridden to school throughout her earlier years was taken to be refurbished and given to a different, younger child.There was a celebratory dinner her last evening in the dwelling. Her brother, older by six years, had already gone on to his own training in the Department of Law and Justice. They saw him only at public meetings; he had become a stranger. So the last dinner was just the three of them, she and the parental unit who had raised her. They reminisced a bit; they recalled some funny incidents from her early childhood (a time she had thrown her shoes into the bushes and come home from the Childcare Center barefoot). There was laughter, and she thanked them for the years of her upbringing."Were you embarrassed when I was selected for Birthmother?" she asked them. She had, herself, secretly hoped for something more prestigious. At her brother's selection, when she had been just six, they had all been very proud. Law and Justice was reserved for those of especially keen intelligence. But she had not been a top student."No," her father said. "We trust the committee's judgment. They knew what you would do best.""And Birthmother is very important," Mother added. "Without Birthmothers, none of us would be here!"Then they wished her well in the future. Their lives were changing too; parents no longer, they would move now into the place where Childless Adults lived.The next day, she walked alone to the dormitory attached to the Birthing Unit and moved into the small bedroom she was assigned. From its window she could see the school she had attended, and the recreation field beyond. In the distance, there was a glimpse of the river that bordered the community.Finally, several weeks later, after she was settled in and beginning to make friends among the other girls, she was called in for insemination.Not knowing what to expect, she had been nervous. But when the procedure was complete, she felt relieved; it had been quick and painless."It that all?" she had asked in surprise, rising from the table when the technician gestured that she should."That's all. Come back next week to be tested and certified."She had laughed nervously. She wished they had explained everything more clearly in the instruction folder they had given her when she was selected. "What does 'certified' mean?" she asked.The worker, putting away the insemination equipment, seemed a little rushed. There were probably others waiting. "Once they're sure it implanted," he explained impatiently, "then you're a certified Vessel."Anything else?" he asked her as he turned to leave. "No? You're free to go, then." That all seemed such a short time ago. Now here she was, nine months later, with the blindfold strapped around her eyes. The discomfort had started some hours before, intermittently; now it was nonstop. She breathed deeply as they had instructed. It was difficult, blinded like this; her skin was hot inside the mask. She tried to relax. To breathe in and out. To ignore the discom-- No, she thought. It is pain. It really is pain. Gathering her strength for the job, she groaned slightly, arched her back, and gave herself up to the darkness.Her name was Claire. She was fourteen years old. Excerpted from Son by Lois Lowry 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.