Pop / Gordon Korman.

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Author:

Korman, Gordon

ISBN:

9780061742286

Edition:

1st ed.

Publication Information:

New York : Balzer + Bray, 2009.

Physical Description:

260 p. ; 22 cm.

General Note:

"HarperTeen."

Abstract:

Lonely after a midsummer move to a new town, sixteen-year-old high-school quarterback Marcus Jordan becomes friends with a retired professional linebacker who is great at training him, but whose childish behavior keeps Marcus in hot water.

Subject Term:

Football -- Juvenile fiction.

Alzheimer's disease -- Juvenile fiction.

High schools -- Juvenile fiction.

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Pop delivers suspense, humor, sports action, and a compelling look at the damage those "pop"s in football can cause

Gordon Korman's books appeal to a wide range of kids and adults and can pull in even reluctant readers. Share Pop in your home or classroom; sports fans in particular won't be able to put it down.

When Marcus moves to a new town in the dead of summer, he doesn't know a soul. While practicing football for impending tryouts, he strikes up a friendship with a man named Charlie, the best football player Marcus has ever seen. He can't believe his good luck when he finds out that Charlie is Charlie Popovich, or "the King of Pop," as he'd been nicknamed during his career as an NFL linebacker.

Charlie turns out to be a prankster, and his actions get Marcus in trouble. He's also the father of the quarterback at Marcus's new school--who leads the team in icing out the new kid.

The story of a good kid's struggle to land on his feet in a new town after his parents split up combines with compelling sports action and even some romance in Gordon Korman's Pop.

Reviews (6)

Publisher's Weekly Review

Shortly after moving to a new town, Marcus encounters Charlie, a strange, middle-aged man who turns out to be an incredible football player. Marcus, hoping to be a varsity quarterback at his new school, begins meeting Charlie regularly. Charlie is a challenging and rewarding opponent, but there are mysteries about him that plague Marcus ("It was annoying, but waiting to see if Charlie was going to show up soon became Marcus's personal reality TV show"). Most puzzling: "For some reason, he thought he was a teenager, too." At school, Marcus loses the quarterback position to school hero Troy-Charlie's son. Troy is oddly guarded about his father, but Marcus eventually figures out Charlie's secret: the repeated blows the former NFL player received resulted in early-onset Alzheimer's disease. Korman (The Juvie Three) skillfully weaves football terminology into the narrative without making it sound like a playbook, and Marcus's heartfelt loyalty to Charlie is believable, if the plotting is occasionally less so. Despite the athletic focus, this thought-provoking story is, at its core, about friendship and should have broad appeal. Ages 12-up. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Horn Book Review

YA Sixteen-year-old Marcus is determined to make the football team. He meets Charlie, an older man with an 'enthusiasm for smashmouth football,' and soon discovers that his fun-loving but erratic practice partner is an NFL veteran with early-onset Alzheimer's disease. Through their unique friendship, Korman realistically presents both the thrill of playing football and the sport's possible long-term health risks. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Booklist Review

Football player Marcus isn't happy about moving to a new town, but at least the high school has an undefeated team. Too bad the team is a closed club, led by quarterback Troy Popovich, who takes a special dislike to Marcus when his old girlfriend shows Marcus some love. The best part of Marcus' football life comes in the park, where he is befriended by Charlie, a quirky older guy who teaches Marcus how to take a hit and love the pop that comes with intense contact. Yet it's clear something's not quite right about Charlie, who, as it turns out, is Troy's father. Korman juggles several stories here as Marcus finally figures out that Charlie suffers from early onset Alzheimer's, brought on by the physical traumas of a pro career. There's some solid action on the field, but mostly there are Marcus' schemes to help Charlie, which sometimes go to ridiculous lengths. However, this story has heart. And as it shows the confusion and frustrations for both patient and family that come with Alzheimer's, it breaks some hearts, too.--Cooper, Ilene Copyright 2009 Booklist

New York Review of Books Review

CHARLIE POPOVICH is a former linebacker for two National Football League teams who still loves to hit, even at age 54. He craves the "pop," the sound of brutal, body-on-body, bone-jangling contact. But that alone does not make him a memorable character. Charlie, who is immensely likable, has Alzheimer's disease, the central fact of "Pop." Gordon Korman has used news reports and studies that link repeated concussions to dementia in former N.F.L. players to create a brisk, heartfelt and timely novel about the risks of pursuing a sport that can devastate one's brain. Korman has given Charlie a robust physicality so aggressive that it both rivets our attention and requires some suspension of disbelief. Charlie - called "the King of Pop" - is still a graceful athlete, a daredevil and a prankster, in part because Alzheimer's has resettled the graying former football star in his teenage years rather than in a confusing present with his wife and two teenage children. He is irresponsible, appears and disappears at whim, and tries to pay his bus fare with a walnut. Yet if his memories are fragmenting, his charm is intact. Charlie is still the darling of a town that doesn't know of his affliction but accepts his increasingly odd behavior in a "let Charlie be Charlie" kind of way. Still, Alzheimer's has made Charlie an outsider in his own life who, in the opening pages, meets another outsider: Marcus Jordan, a new kid in town who has moved from Olathe, Kan., with his divorced mother. Charlie can never remember Marcus's name, but to Marcus, Charlie offers something that he needs and treasures. He feels estranged at school and has found a friend - a crazed, hard-hitting, graying sprite - through football. The backup quarterback on his high school team, Marcus has an ambivalence about contact. He gets a master class from Charlie in how to tackle, and be tackled, without fear (and with relentless joy). Charlie's fading mind does not retain much, but this muscle memory binds him to Marcus and changes Marcus's life: "Now the hitting was an end in itself," Korman writes. "The impact felt good, and the hurt that went with it was something he craved. It had even seeped into his life outside football." And "all he wanted to do was tackle a brick wall." KORMAN keeps things moving smoothly between plot lines (even if his dialogue is sometimes too practiced and wise to be uttered by teenagers). He writes credibly about football but doesn't stretch his scenes very long. He is more interested in relationships than on-field action, a preference that follows the standard course of most sports stories. Marcus's team is trying to complete a second consecutive undefeated season. Its star quarterback, Troy, is the stud of studs and happens to be Charlie's son. Marcus's passing skills create an instant rivalry with Troy even before Troy is aware of Marcus's friendship with his father. Marcus's success at absorbing Charlie's lessons make him, not Troy, the older man's football son. Then there's Alyssa, Troy's gorgeous, flirty cheerleader girlfriend, who comes on to Marcus and delivers football tips as if Korman had crossed the Devil's girl, Lola, from "Damn Yankees" with Vince Lombardi. Her character is the rare false note in the book. Troy, his sister and their mother deal with Charlie's accelerating dementia with a predictable mixture of shame, denial and grief. This magnificent athlete is rapidly fading from them, and they don't know how to handle it. How long can they hide the condition of the most famous resident of Kennesaw, N.Y., from the neighbors? How much longer can he even live at home? "To forget something," Troy says after Charlie loses any memory of having been inducted into his college hall of fame, "first you have to have a clue about it." His sister says "This is our father you're talking about." "No, it isn't," Troy mutters. "It hasn't been him for a long time." Korman succeeds in showing the Popoviches' frustration with Charlie's deteriorating condition, as well as sympathetically portraying their confusion at how Marcus, an outsider, has become a better judge than they are of what Charlie can still remember and enjoy. And while Korman goes in, not surprisingly, for an inspirational endgame -throwing in a wild road trip to Charlie's old college for an emotional charge - he makes an intelligent choice in the way he wraps up Charlie's unsettling story. Richard Sandomir covers sports television and business for The Times. He is a co-editor of "The Final Four of Everything."

School Library Journal Review

Gr 9 Up-"Pop" is the imagined, internal sound of the perfect football tackle, as new-kid-in-town Marcus finds out the hard way from a hit by an ex-NFL linebacker. Middle-aged but possessing what at first seems to be a harmless, young-at-heart attitude, Charlie Popovich becomes Marcus's friend, mentor, and partner in crime for an elaborate (and hilarious) prank. Unfortunately, their relationship only increases the contentious atmosphere between Marcus and Charlie's son. Already vying for the school's starting quarterback position and the affection of the head cheerleader, Marcus finds that matters become even more complicated when he learns that Charlie's erratic behavior is caused by early-onset Alzheimer's. Korman offers a touching and realistic portrayal of an Alzheimer patient's episodes, the emotional roller coaster of the disease's effect on loved ones, and the naive yet endearing arrogance of a teen who wants to do what is best for his friend. Marcus must make some hard decisions, whether during the frenzied action of a football play or surrounded by family members whose hearts are about to break. Readers will stick by him in this absorbing story of both action and emotion.-Joanna K. Fabicon, Los Angeles Public Library (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Review

Football will be the way Marcus Jordan makes the transition to his new school, so he practices in the park, preparing for tryouts. There he meets the enigmatic Charlie, a middle-aged man who knows much about football and conveys what Marcus has been missing in his game: fearlessness. "I love the pop! Sometimes you actually hear it go pop!" As bad luck would have it, Charlie is the father of Troy, star of the team, who takes an instant dislike to Marcus. Soon it is clear that Charlie is not eccentric but suffering from early-onset Alzheimer's caused by all the hits he took as a player in the NFL, a fact his family works hard to conceal. Marcus's involvement with Charlie exposes the secret and reveals the family tensions it has created. This carefully structured story, despite the difficult issue at its core, engages readers primarily with complex characters (including secondary ones) and well-drawn relationships. The football scenes are riveting, but the poignant human drama more than holds its own. Banking his usual over-the-top humor, Korman goes straight to the heart. (Fiction. 12 up) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Excerpts

Pop Chapter One Marcus Jordan killed the motor on his Vespa and surveyed the flowering shrubs and tall maples surround-ing him. Nice. Picturesque, even. More like The Twilight Zone. For starters, the nameâ€"Three Alarm Park, after some chili cook-off that used to be held there in the sixties or something. Marcus jumped down, pulling the gym bag off his shoulders. From it, he produced the items that would turn Three Alarm Park into a practice facilityâ€"a regulation football, a length of rope, and a round, plastic picture frame with the glass knocked out. He looked around, noting that the only other living creature was a squirrel. This was the fourth straight day he'd trained here, and he'd yet to exchange a word of conversation with anybody but himself. Dead summerâ€"great time to move to a new state. Thanks, Mom. He tossed the rope over a high branch and strung up the picture-frame hoop. Then he started the target swinging gently and retreated about ten yards. Hike! Just like he'd done a million times before, he took three steps back and let fly. The ball sizzled, a perfect spiral, missing the hoop by at least four feet. Marcus snorted. Lonely and lousy. A one-two punch. With the added insult of having to chase down your own pass so you could mess it up all over again. He worked his way up to four for ten, then eleven for twenty, and then he broke out the water bottle to give himself a party. Here in the middle of the open field, the only protection from the August sun was a large granite modern art statue titled Remembrance, which looked like a titanic paper airplane had fallen from the sky and buried its nose in the grass at a forty-five-degree angle. A river of perspiration streamed down the middle of Marcus's back. So he did what any self-respecting football player would do. He cranked it up a notch. Football was the only sport where adverse weather conditions made you go harder instead of quitting. He'd still be out here if it were only ten degrees and he were slogging through knee-deep snow and blizzard conditions. Intermissionâ€"a dozen laps around the field, to really feel the pain. Then he was throwing again, from different angles and farther away. His completion percentage went down, but his determination never wavered. There was something about launching a football thirty-five or forty yards and having it go exactly where you aimed it. To a quarterback, it was as basic as breathing. Sucking in a lungful of moist, heavy air, Marcus pumped once and unleashed the longest pass of the day, a loose spiral that nevertheless seemed to have a lot of power behind it. It sailed high over the apex of the Paper Airplane before beginning its downward trajectory toward the hoop. For the first time in four days, Marcus spied another human being in the park. The figure was just a blur across his field of vision. It leaped into the air, picked off the pass, and kept on going. The receiver made a wide U-turn and, grinning triumphantly, jogged up to Marcus. Marcus smiled too. "Nice catch, broâ€"" He was looking at a middle-aged man, probably around fifty years old. He was tall and built redwood solid. But the guy ran like a gazelle and had caught the ball with sure hands, tucking it in tight as he ran. He had definitely played this game before. "Sorry," Marcus added, embarrassed. "For what?" The man flipped him the ball. "Making you look bad?" "I just thoughtâ€"never mind. My name's Marcus. Marcus Jordan." With lightning hands, the man knocked the ball loose, scooped it up on the bounce, and bellowed, "Go deep!" Starved for company, Marcus did not have to be asked twice. He took off downfield, glancing over his shoulder. "Noâ€"deep!" "I'm running out of park!" Marcus shouted, but kept on going, his breath growing short. Another backward glance. The ball was on its way. Marcus broke into a full sprint. The old guy had an arm like a cannon! He took to the air in a desperation dive. For an instant, the ball was right there on his fingertips. He had it. . . . The ground swung up quickly and slammed him, and the pass bounced away. He lay there for a moment, hyperventilating and spitting out turf. The next thing he saw was the fifty-something-year-old, beaming and pulling him back to his feet. "Way to miss everything." "You overthrew me a little," Marcus said, defending himself. The man plucked the ball off the grass. "You couldn't catch a cold, Mac." "It's Marcus," he amended. "And you are . . . ?" The old guy scowled. "Your worst nightmare if you don't quit pulling my chain." Marcus flushed. "What should I call you?" "Try Charlie, stupid. Heads!" He punted the ball straight up in the air. The kick was very high, silhouetted against the cobalt blue sky, tiny and soaring. Marcus was instantly on board, shuffling first one way and then the other as he tried to predict where it would come down. For some reason, it was very important to make this catch, especially since he'd screwed up the other one. It was his natural competitiveness, but there was something more. This Charlie character might be weird, but his enthusiasm had sucked Marcus in. The ball plunged down, and Marcus gathered it into his arms. Something hit him. The impact was so jarring, so unexpected, that there was barely time to register what was happening. It was Charlieâ€"he'd rammed a rock-hard shoulder into Marcus's sternum and dropped him where he stood. The ball squirted loose, but Marcus wasn't even aware of it. He lay like a stone on the grass, ears roaring, trying to keep from throwing up his breakfast. Gasping, he scrambled to his feet, squaring off against his companion. "What was that for?" "I love the pop! Sometimes you actually hear it go pop!" "That was the sound of my head coming off," Marcus muttered. Pop . Copyright Â© by Gordon Korman . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. 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