Kick the Latch
Chapters (92)
- KICK THE LATCH
- ONE
- SOLID PLASTER
- THE OLD MAN
- IT WASN’T HIS FAULT
- MILK BONES
- BICYCLE JENNY
- TWO
- THE JOCKEY
- THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE
- BANG!
- I HAD MY SPILLS
- MY PAINT HORSE
- KIND OF FUNNY, A REAL CLOWN, AN ORNERY SON OF A BUCK
- THREE
- A LITTLE WIND-UP CLOCK
- SHORT-IRON
- DIRT TRACK, FLAT LAND, RAMSHACKLE BACKSTRETCH
- I WOULDN’T BARELY BREAK
- NOTHING NICE
- KEY TO THE QUARTER POLE
- GALLON OF BLOOD
- NUTS AND BOLTS
- BIG OLD HOLE
- I SEEN HIM EVERY DAY
- FOUR
- PICKLED BOILED EGGS
- THANKSGIVING
- ENOUGH
- CALL YOUR OWNERS, CALL HOME
- HAMBURGERS
- OUR PERSONAL ATTITUDES
- FIVE
- I OUTGREW THE POSITION
- THEY GET CHILLY
- THIS JOCK PACKS, THAT JOCK PACKS
- GRANDSTANDING
- BLACK SHOE POLISH
- SIX
- EVERYTHING MYSELF
- WASHED, BATHED, GOOD CARE
- YOU CHECK IT, YOU SHAKE IT
- A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE
- WE’RE HUNGRY!
- STRAIGHT OFF THE GOAT
- SEVEN
- I KNOW WHAT I KNOW
- THEY GET THEIR HEADS JERKED OFF
- I THINK YOU’LL BE SAD
- BOBBLE, BOBBLE
- YOU CAN’T BLAME A MAN
- THIS HORSE, THIS RACE
- EIGHT
- RACETRACKERS
- FANCY SUITS, FANCY BOOTS
- PAUPER’S HILL
- THE OLD LADY
- JAKE THE PRINCE
- C’MON, CHARLIE!
- THE BIG DRINK
- WHERE’S THORBY?
- MIRACLE PERSON
- HE WAS LIVING HIGH
- I DIDN’T WANT NO DRAMA
- NINE
- THE RODEO STUNT
- HUNTERS AND JUMPERS
- TEN
- I WAS GIVEN A CHOICE
- THEY’D RATHER HAVE THE PISS
- STOP MY WORLD, LADY!
- STUPID CAMERAS, BIG LIGHTS
- GRAB THAT THING
- MILLIONS
- IT WAS HARD LIVING
- I TRIED TO BE A NORMAL PERSON
- THE HORSE TAUGHT ME ABOUT LIFE
- ELEVEN
- MISTER BAKER
- THIS SUCKER
- WITH THE MEN
- LA VEDETTE
- HER BLACK MOUSTACHE
- BLONDE, CUTE, BIG DIMPLES
- TWELVE
- ONAKONA
- BAD WEATHER OR NOT
- IT AIN’T LIKE A CAT
- PERENNIALS
- REMEMBER THIS?
- A PARTICULAR LANGUAGE
- AFTERWORD
KICK THE LATCH
Copyright © 2022 by Kathryn Scanlan
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Published by arrangement with the author and her agent Harriet Moore, David Higham Agency, London
Author’s Note
Thank you to Teresa Scanlan, George Scanlan, Caleb Lyons, Harriet Moore, Barbara Epler, Brittany Dennison, and New Directions for their support in the creation and publication of this book. Thank you to Emily Stokes and the Paris Review for publishing an excerpt in the Spring 2022 issue. And to Sonia—thank you for the conversations.
First published as a New Directions Paperbook (NDP1540) in 2022
Manufactured in the United States of America
Design by Erik Rieselbach
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Scanlan, Kathryn, 1980– author.
Title: Kick the latch / Kathryn Scanlan.
Description: First edition. | New York : New Directions Books, 2022. |
Identifiers: LCCN 2022018693 | ISBN 9780811232005 (paperback) | ISBN 9780811232012 (ebook)
Subjects: LCGFT: Novels.
Classification: LCC PS3619.C263 K53 2022 | DDC 813/.6—dc23/eng/20220420
New Directions Books are published for James Laughlin
by New Directions Publishing Corporation
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to Sonia
ONE
SOLID PLASTER
I was born October 1st, 1962. I was born in Dixon City, Iowa. I was born with a dislocated hip. The doctor said I’d never walk. My mom said, Oh no, there’s got to be something. So they put me in solid plaster from my chest down, with just a little spot for my mom to put a diaper. I was in there five months. Then I went to two casts on my legs with a bar in between with these special shoes. Ended up I could walk. I attribute that to Dr. Johnson. My mom always said, Well, if it wasn’t for Dr. Johnson.
THE OLD MAN
We lived in a poor part of town but we had the greatest entertainment. We had the goldfish ponds, we had Motorcycle Hill, we had the dump and Bicycle Jenny. We made rafts for the creek. We lived off the land.
Down the street was a family who’d moved off the reservation — grandfather and kids and grandkids. The grandkids were our age and we spent a lot of time with them. The grandfather liked to tell me about his religion, his beliefs. I loved his stories and his tales. I called him Grandpa.
The old man — he was very well loved but he liked to drink. His daughter and her husband locked him out of the house when he got drunk. I’d say, Grandpa can stay with us — I’ll sleep in my sister’s room so Grandpa can have mine. So the old man would stay in my room and he’d go home when he sobered up.