Bronx Masquerade

Mass Market Paperback | December 29, 2003

byNikki Grimes

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A Coretta Scott King Award winner!

Using the structure of a poetry slam, Nikki Grimes' award-winning novel is a powerful exploration of self, an homage to spoken-word poetry, and an intriguing look into the life of eighteen urban teens. This anniversary edition--celebrating ten years of this wonderfully evocative work--will feature discussion questions, testimonials from teachers, and an all new introduction from the author.
 
"All of the [students], black, Latino, white, male, and female, talk about the unease and alienation endemic to their ages, and they do it in fresh and appealing voices.  Rich and complex."
Kirkus Reviews
 
"As always, Grimes gives young people exactly what they're looking for—real characters who show them they are not alone."
School Library Journal
 
"Readers will enjoy the lively, smart voices that talk bravely, about real issues and secret fears.  A fantastic choice."
Booklist

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A Coretta Scott King Award winner!Using the structure of a poetry slam, Nikki Grimes' award-winning novel is a powerful exploration of self, an homage to spoken-word poetry, and an intriguing look into the life of eighteen urban teens. This anniversary edition--celebrating ten years of this wonderfully evocative work--will feature disc...

Nikki Grimes is the award-winning, New York Times bestselling author of dozens of children’s and young adult books as well as a poet and journalist. Among the many accolades she has received are the Golden Dolphin Award (2005),the NCTE Award for Excellence in Poetry for Children (2006), the Coretta Scott King Award (2003) for Bronx Mas...

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Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:176 pages, 6.81 × 4.31 × 0.56 inPublished:December 29, 2003Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0142501891

ISBN - 13:9780142501894

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Amazing Book Wesley Boone creates a new assignment for his class as he inspires the teacher to get the students involved in poetry. Instead of completing an essay as he had been asked, Wesley wrote a poem and because of this readers are able to read through different voices from various characters in the story. There are a total of eighteen different characters that readers are introduced to, and each and every one of them are unique and have a voice of their own. Each character offers different situations for readers to relate to making this book appealing to many different people. There are those who are abused, struggling with their appearance, class jocks, and those who have relationship problems. The characters are all people we know or have known in our lifetime. Nikki Grimes allows readers to explore high school age students through her description and voice of the characters she created. Her writing allows readers to be able to witness how there are many different personalities and characteristics in people. The characters she has created are realistic, making this book a very enjoyable and an easily relatable read. Overall this is an amazing book well worth reading!
Date published: 2009-02-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from best book ever thisbook was the best book i have ever read. its not your regular one person perspective book, but its a book from 18 different perspectives of tean age children that live in the Bronx NewYork. im not usually a reader but when i got this book i couldnt put id down. i would definaitly recomend thisbook
Date published: 2008-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW!!! The book A Bronx Maquerade is a great book.The lives of 18 teenaged African American students in New York, have been exposed to poetry. They find that it is a way to speak their minds openly and freely without being judged.The poems are amazing and show that these kids from the ghetto are wise beyound their years.
Date published: 2006-03-17

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Wesley “Bad Boy” Boone I ain’t particular about doing homework, you understand. My teachers practically faint whenever I turn something in. Matter of fact, I probably got the longest list of excuses for missing homework of anyone alive. Except for my homey Tyrone. He tries to act like he’s not even interested in school, like there’s no point in studying hard, or dreaming about tomorrow, or bothering to graduate. He’s got his reasons. I keep on him about going to school, though, saying I need the company. Besides, I tell him, if he drops out and gets a J.O.B., he won’t have any time to work on his songs. That always gets to him. Tyrone might convince everybody else that he’s all through with dreaming, but I know he wants to be a big hip-hop star. He’s just afraid he won’t live long enough to do it. Me, I hardly ever think about checking out. I’m more worried about figuring what I want to do if I live. Anyway, I haven’t had to drag Tyrone off to school lately, or make excuses for not having my homework done, because I’ve been doing it. It’s the Harlem Renaissance stuff that’s got us both going. We spent a month reading poetry from the Harlem Renaissance in our English class. Then Mr. Ward—that’s our teacher—asked us to write an essay about it. Make sense to you? Me neither. I mean, what’s the point of studying poetry and then writing essays? So I wrote a bunch of poems instead. They weren’t too shabby, considering I’d only done a few rap pieces before. My favorite was about Langston Hughes. How was I to know Teach would ask me to read it out loud? But I did. Knees knocking like a skeleton on Halloween, embarrassment bleaching my black cheeks red, eyes stapled to the page in front of me. But I did it, I read my poem. Guess what. Nobody laughed. In fact, everybody thought it was cool. By the time I got back to my seat, other kids were shouting: “Mr. Ward, I got a poem too. Can I bring it in to read?” Teach cocked his head to the side, like he was hearing something nobody else did. “How many people here have poems they’d like to read?” he asked. Three hands shot up. Mr. Ward rubbed his chin for a minute. “Okay,” he said. “Bring them with you tomorrow.” After class Teach came over to my desk. “Great poem,” said Mr. Ward. “But I still expect to see an essay from you. I’ll give you another week.” So much for creative expression. Long Live Langston by Wesley BooneTrumpeter of Lenox and 7th through Jesse B. Semple,you simply celebrated Blues and Be-bop and being Black before it was considered hip. You dipped into the muddy waters of the Harlem River and shouted “taste and see”that we Black folk be goodat fanning hopeand stoking the firesof dreams deferred.You made sure the world heardabout the beauty ofmaple sugar children, and the artfully tattooed backs of Black sailors venturing out to foreign places.Your “Sweet Flypaper of Life”led us past the Apollo and on through 125th and all the other Harlem streets you knew like the black of your hand.You were a pied-piper, brother manwith poetry as your flute.It’s my honor and pleasure to salute You, a true Renaissance manof Harlem.Tyrone BittingsSchool ain’t nothin’ but a joke. My moms don’t want to hear that, but if it weren’t for Wesley and my other homeys, I wouldn’t even be here, aiight? These white folk talking ’bout some future, telling me I need to be planning for some future—like I got one! And Raynard agreeing, like he’s smart enough to know. From what I hear, that boy can’t hardly read! Anyway, it’s them white folk that get me with all this future mess. Like Steve, all hopped up about working on Broadway and telling me I should think about getting with it too. Asked me if I ever thought about writing plays. “Fool! What kinda question is that?” I said. He threw his hands up and backed off a few steps. “All I’m saying is, you’re a walking drama, man. You got that down pat, so maybe you should think about putting it on paper.” When that boy dyed his hair, I b’lieve some of that bleach must’ve seeped right into his brain. I grind my teeth and lower my voice. “Boy, get out my face,” I tell him. He finally gets the message and splits. I’m ticked off that he even got me thinking about such nonsense as Broadway.White folk! Who they think they kidding? They might as well go blow smoke up somebody else’s you-know-what, ’cause a Black man’s got no chance in this country. I be lucky if I make it to twenty-one with all these fools running round with AK-47s. Here I am one of the few kids I know whose daddy didn’t skip out on him, and he didn’t even make it to thirty. He was doing okay ’til he got blown away on a Saturday. Blam! Another statistic in a long line of drive-bys. Life is cold. Future? What I got is right now, right here, spending time with my homeys. Wish there was some future to talk about. I could use me some future.I’m just about ready to sleep off the whole year when this teacher starts talking about poetry. And he rattles off a poem by some white guy named Dylan Thomas that sounds an awful lotlike rap. Now I know me some rap, and I start to thinking I should show Mr. Ward what rap is really all about. So I tell him I’ve got a poem I’d like to read. “Bring it on Friday,” he says. “As a matter of fact, from now on, I’ll leave time for poetry readings at the end of every month. We’ll call them Open Mike Fridays.” Next thing I know, I’m digging my old rap poems out of my dresser drawer and bringing them to school. I’m thinking it can’t hurt to share them, even if there’s no chance I’ll ever get to be a songwriter. After all, it’s the one thing I could see myself doing if there really was a future. And I’m thinking that maybe there could be if I wanted it bad enough. And all of a sudden, I realize I do.OPEN MIKE Attendanceby Tyrone BittingsWe are all here Leslie and Bad Boy, Lupe and Raul, Here, here and here. Dear Mr. Ward with his wards and wardettes. Let’s have a show of hands today. Is Porscha here? Is Diondra here? Where oh where is Sheila? It’s me, Tyrone, up here all alonerapping into a microphone’cause I’ve got something to say:MTV is here, Mir and morning space-walks are here,Terrorism is herelurking at the bus stopcan’t hop on the subwaywithout thinkin’ of Tokyo—we all know poison gasdoes not discriminate.It’s too late to worryabout my innocencesince fear is here.Why is it a weekend visitto your local Mickey D’smay be deadly?Why hasn’t somebodycensored death?Don’t hold your breath waiting. Still you can chill and celebrateall that’s great about life, like musicand the tick-tick-tick of timewhich is equal parts yours and mineto make of the world what we will.But first, say no to coke, and smoke. Say no to police brutalityand causing fatality.Say no to race hate.Don’t underestimatethe power of love.But most of alltake two poemsand call mein the morning.

Editorial Reviews

"All of the [students], black, Latino, white, male, and female, talk about the unease and alienation endemic to their ages, and they do it in fresh and appealing voices.  Rich and complex."- Kirkus Reviews"As always, Grimes gives young people exactly what they're looking for-real characters who show them they are not alone." - School Library Journal"Readers will enjoy the lively, smart voices that talk bravely, about real issues and secret fears.  A fantastic choice."-Booklist