This is all true.
All roads converge at the point of Austin Szerba’s pen poised at the top of a blank page in a leather-bound log-book from the 70s, courtesy of McKeon Industries.
“And that was my day. You know what I mean.”
Austin Szerba, a cigarette-smoking Lutheran boy, narrates this post-apocalyptic journey of self-discovery and disaster. He is accompanied by his best friend, who he is completely in love with, Robby Brees; occasionally his girlfriend, Shan Collins, tags along for the ride. He is in love with her, too. It’s all very confusing.
Except it’s not confusing for the reader. The reader perfectly understands Austin’s confusion, because we all experience it, too. This is not a cookie-cutter story about the end of the world and/or being in love. This is a story about how everything can be completely screwed up, but you just have to deal with it.
This is my favorite part of the entire book, right here. It’s not spoiling anything for you, just so you know.
“It was warm, and outside the sound of insects in the night was electric.
The music sounded better than anything I’d ever heard.
I had never been so happy in my life.
I played with the little silver medal against my bare chest.
I wrote poetry while we sat there like that in the dark and talked about our favorite poems and books and laughed and smoked.”
By the end of the story, Austin still has no idea what to do. And that is real. That is honest. That is how real life works.
“What am I going to do, Ingrid?” Austin asks his beloved golden retriever.
Some scientists at McKeon Industries try to create Unstoppable Corn to fuel the demand during the 70s. Then they try to create Unstoppable Soldiers for the government. They succeed, and proceed to be almost completely destroyed by their creations: six foot-tall praying mantis-like monsters that only want to do two things.
Austin and Robby inadvertently set those monsters loose on the world, and they must fight back to save their friends, family, and the entire planet. Be prepared for the unabashed sexuality of sixteen year-old boys, the carnage of murder and copulation conducted by the Unstoppable Soldiers, and a general whirlwind of insanity. Like Austin Szerba says, “Everything fell into place, all right. But things dropped into place so hard the entire world broke.”
GRASSHOPPER JUNGLE is gory and profane and brutal and honest and meaningful and it is all true. You know what I mean.
Andrew Smith wrote this book not for anyone but himself, and I respect that so much. Make sure you read the acknowledgements page. Maybe read it before you start the book. Just so you know how it came to exist.
So go out and read this book. Right now. Get an e-book copy. Get on hold for your library’s copy. Buy the thing. Just read it, so that when the Unstoppable Soldiers come, you’re ready.