The Outsiders
S. E. Hinton, 1967
A fourteen-year-old greaser narrates a Tulsa summer of class war, brotherhood, and the books and movies that make him feel like an outsider everywhere.
S. E. Hinton
Hinton wrote The Outsiders as a Tulsa teenager; the greasers and Socs were drawn from the real East-West social divide at her high school.
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What a Victorian orphan knows about the sting of being seen as common.
I was still thinking about it while I was doing my homework that night. I had to read Great Expectations for English, and that kid Pip, he reminded me of us—the way he felt marked lousy because he wasn’t a gentleman or anything, and the way that girl kept looking down on him. That happened to me once. One time in biology I had to dissect a worm, and the razor wouldn’t cut, so I used my switchblade. The minute I flicked it out—I forgot what I was doing or I would never have done it—this girl right beside me kind of gasped, and said, “They are right. You are a hood.” That didn’t make me feel so hot. There were a lot of Socs in that class—I get put into A classes because I’m supposed to be smart—and most of them thought it was pretty funny. I didn’t, though. Books by S. E. Hinton
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