Jared is a troubled teen with a host of problems: his mom and her violent boyfriends abuse and neglect him, and he also begins to experience distressing and confusing visions of magical beings. None of the issues that plague him are within his control, and this lack of control over his own life leads him to self-destructive forms of escapism. He tries to numb himself from his practical, everyday problems through alcohol and drugs, and he also tries to avoid the magical beings that plague him by telling himself that he’s hallucinating or going crazy. But neither of these strategies work—his drug use only makes him more miserable and less in control of his life, and trying to ignore magic only makes things worse and puts him and his loved ones in greater danger. With this, Son of a Trickster suggests that trying to escape from or ignore one’s problems isn’t effective and often causes more harm in the long run—instead, it’s better to confront problems head-on.
Jared, as well as his mom and dad, use drugs and alcohol as a way of numbing themselves from their interpersonal problems—but, in reality, this only makes their problems worse. When Jared’s father moves out and his parents get divorced, his mother has to sell most of their things to cover the cost of the house. Around the same time, Jared starts hanging out with some of the rebellious kids in school, “so he [can] lose himself in gaming and stolen booze” as well as get high. Even at a young age, Jared starts to use alcohol as a coping mechanism for some of the hardships in his life. Yet, as a result, he gets into fights, gets sick and vomits, and gets drunk and high so often that he doesn’t remember entire days of his life. This suggests that in trying to stave off some of the sadness in his life, he is actually making his life worse—or even wasting it away. Additionally, Jared’s mom is a drug addict, and when she becomes angry with Jared, she abandons him and disappears for months to do drugs. In this way, the drugs (which are meant to help his mom escape from her anger at Jared) only put Jared’s mother completely out of control and worsen their relationship. Jared’s father, meanwhile, experiences a back injury and becomes addicted to his pain medications. As a result, he becomes absent from Jared’s life and has to be hospitalized to deal with his withdrawal, while Jared uses his own money (which he earns by selling marijuana cookies) to get his dad out of debt. As with Jared’s mom, Jared’s dad’s addiction takes complete control of his life, to the detriment of his whole family.
Just as Jared and his loved ones try to escape from their everyday problems, Jared also tries to ignore the frightening magical beings that being appearing to him—but ignoring the magical realm he’s tapped into only makes it more dangerous and out of his control. Jared sometimes sees visions of the Trickster raven Wee’git, who says that he is Jared’s real father, or prehistoric ape men walking around. But he tries to rationalize these visions by attributing to the drugs he takes. Toward the end of the book, however, talking river otters begin to threaten Jared. When Jared finally tells his mom about his visions and the otters, she admits that magic is real and that she is a witch, and she tries to place protective spells on the house to head them off. However, these actions come too late, and the otters kidnap Jared and bite off his toe, threatening to eat the rest of him. This sequence suggests that if Jared had been more open or willing to confront his problems, it’s possible that his mother could have helped him avoid this fate. Simply dismissing magic, on the other hand, has resulted in painful and permanent consequences. After Jared returns from the cave with the river otters, he and his girlfriend Sarah hang out together. When Sarah and Jared have sex, magical fireflies swarm above them and little pieces of their bodies spiral away from their skin. Even though this makes Sarah feel “alive,” Jared is terrified and immediately goes home. Because Jared is too afraid to engage with magic or talk to Sarah about his feelings, Sarah cuts herself with a knife to try to recreate the feeling and is placed in psychiatric care. This suggests that although the magic in the novel can be dangerous, trying to escape from it rather than confronting it leads to greater harm. And, in this way, the book implies that avoiding reality (even a magical reality) isn’t an effective way of dealing with scary or difficult aspects of life.
At the book’s conclusion, Jared is only able to take control of his life and improve himself when he decides to stop running from his problems. Jared begins to attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, and as a result, he begins to take pride in himself and make an effort in areas of his life that he previously neglected. He starts doing his schoolwork again, and he gets a job at a Dairy Queen so he can make money legally. His positive experience with sobriety suggests that although people often drink take drugs as a way to feel in control of their lives, in reality, substance abuse only pushes people (like his mother) further out of control as they become beholden to their addiction. Jared also comes to terms with the fact that his mom and Sarah are witches, and that Wee’git, and not Phil, is his real father. Even though this is painful for Jared, confronting his problems directly helps him understand his identity and family history more fully, rather than simply brushing off the odd things around him as hallucinations. Son of a Trickster doesn’t neatly resolve Jared’s problems—by its end, Jared still largely lacks control over his home life, and he’s reluctant to actively involve himself in magic. However, the book portrays his sobriety and his progress toward self-acceptance and away from escapism as steps in the right direction.
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Escapism and Confronting Problems Quotes in Son of a Trickster
Think of magic as a tree. The root of supernatural ability is simply the realization that all time exists simultaneously. Humans experience time as a progression of sequential events in much the same way we see the horizon as flat: our reality is shaped by our limitations.
If you blasted off in a rocket and achieved a low, stable orbit, you would see the planet’s horizon curving into a sphere. But how, you may be wondering, can you blast yourself out of time? We don’t know how to build those machines yet.
Close your eyes. Concentrate on your breath. Remember that you were not always earthbound. Every living creature, every drop of water and every sombre mountain is the by-blow of some bloated, dying star. Deep down, we remember wriggling through the universe as beams of light.
A raven landed on the sidewalk in front of him, black and ominous. It cocked its head, studying him. Jared liked crows because they were small and goofy, but ravens with their deep croaks and their large size unnerved him.
“FYI,” the raven said, “advertisers lie to get you to buy their product. If you coat yourself in Axe body spray, girls aren’t going to pull your clothes off. They’re going to hold their noses and back away.”
Holy crap, Jared thought. I am still way more stoned than I thought.
The raven hopped closer. “So do everyone a favour and stop bathing in it. Okay?”
“‘Kay,” Jared said.
Dylan threw up and Jared went to the kitchen and made coffee.
He sat at the island and turned on his phone again.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, Destiny had texted.
I hate my life, Jared thought.
He checked his voice mail, erasing Destiny’s messages as soon as he heard her voice. One of the messages began with a long pause.
“Jared?” Mrs. Jaks said. “I’m home. I need some help.”
She’d phoned two days ago. After the holiday parties, he couldn’t really remember what he was doing two days ago.
His younger brother wanted nothing to do with magic or magical creatures. He was in love with a woman who wanted high status and a strong warrior for a husband. His village was at war and he wanted to fight. He didn’t want his father’s lonely life. His father was regarded with suspicion, resentment and hatred by everyone, even his own clan, who all blamed the shaman when someone fell sick. His son saw the fasting, and the time alone in the wilderness, and the lack of friends and decided that being a shaman wasn’t for him. But the spirits flocked to him like mosquitoes, torturing him until he gave in and became a powerful, powerful shaman.
“Give me the knife.”
“Not while you’re wasted. No cutting.” He wiped her blood off his face, tasting salt. His hand came away red.
“No cutting,” Sarah agreed.
Jared let her go. She traced his face with her fingertip.
“Blood,” she said.
“Your blood.”
“You’re mine. Now and forever.”
“Awesome,” Jared said. He wished people could make undying declarations of love and loyalty to him when they weren’t half-cut or stoned out of their gourds. Or sorry.
The ape man leaned on his knuckles, sniffing the air. His head swung back and forth. He bent down and sniffed the floor. Jared lifted his feet onto the couch. There goes the neighbour’s house. Off to Kansas.
[…]
Other hands scrabbled through the floor, their nails clicking on the linoleum.
I’m here, Jared thought. Alone in the living room. I’m watching TV. Nothing else is real. I know the difference between real and not, and this isn’t real.
He heard the fireflies coming with her down the hallway, and he didn’t want to see them. He willed them away, but they wouldn’t go.
“Come back,” Sarah said. “I can’t hear them if you aren’t there.”
“No,” Jared said.
“I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“You’re coming apart,” Jared said. “It’s taking you apart.”
“We’re joining.”
“No, you’re shredding.”
“I’m not scared.”
“I am.”
The bites had healed. He didn’t feel his missing toe anymore. He should be over it by now, he thought, but as he treaded water, he wanted to get drunk, immediately. He wanted to not feel terrified or dumped or used anymore. He wanted to get out of his head and never, ever crawl back in.
“I want to shake your hand,” Mr. Wilkinson said. And he held out his hand, and he was attracting attention, so Jared reluctantly shook. “It took a lot of guts to come here. I wish I’d been as together as you are when I was your age. I’m proud of you, Jared.”
Jared started crying. Leaking tears. And then bawling and shaking. And feeling like a phony and a loser. Mr. Wilkinson wrapped his arms around him and let him cry.
“Judge-y and self-righteous, just like my mom.”
“I’m not judging you. I love you.”
“You want me to quit drinking now, right? Stop partying. Be a good fucking girl and keep your legs fucking shut and obey everybody. Right?”
“This doesn’t have anything to do with you. This is my sobriety.”
“Can you stop quoting your cult?”
“You don’t have to change,” Jared said. “You don’t—”
She whacked him upside the head.
“Later,” Jared said.