The rubber duck that Subhi steals from Harvey represents Subhi’s youth and need for support. When Subhi steals the duck from Harvey around the time that Maá starts sleeping all the time and Eli is moved to Alpha, the duck functions as a sort of imaginary friend to Subhi. The duck dispenses wisdom, tells jokes, tries to keep Subhi out of trouble, and even gives Subhi someone to argue with when Subhi needs to work through difficult choices. Of course, in all of these cases, Subhi is essentially talking to himself through the duck, highlighting his extreme need for support and companionship. However, the duck also allows readers to glimpse how mature Subhi is, despite his youth. For instance, several things the duck says are extremely cynical, such as that it’s a good thing Subhi doesn’t know any of his ba’s stories because by not knowing them, the stories can never come to an end. Subhi also demonstrates his maturity and his understanding when the duck lays out exactly what will happen to Harvey if Subhi tells someone about Beaver murdering Eli and Harvey doing nothing to stop it. Subhi might be old enough to understand the consequences of telling the truth, but he remains too young and immature to calmly have that “conversation” with the duck, and so he throws the duck as far as he can across the detention center. It’s significant that after throwing the duck, Subhi decides to tell the truth about Harvey, and Maá and Queeny both commit themselves to being more present and supportive of Subhi. So, though Subhi ultimately reclaims the duck, rescuing it from the Jackets’ dogs, who had begun to use it as a chew toy, Subhi ends the novel with a more robust support network, rendering the duck somewhat unnecessary.
The Duck Quotes in The Bone Sparrow
‘Subhi. I don’t want it to end. I want this to last.’
I hand back that book without another word. I get it. I don’t want my ba’s stories to ever end either. ‘Good thing you don’t know them then,’ the duck says quietly. ‘They can’t end if they never start.’ He thinks he’s being funny.
‘A knife?’ the duck says. He doesn’t believe me, I can tell. ‘How would anyone get a knife in here?’
‘Through the packages I guess. The stuff of kings.’
The duck looks at me again and says, ‘Why would a king want a knife?’
‘To cut stuff, né?’
‘Pah,’ the duck says.
‘What would you know? You’re just a stupid duck.’
So much for a problem shared. The duck is just making it worse.
That Shakespeare duck looks at me then, and raises one eyebrow the way Maá used to when Queeny and I riled her up with our arguing. ‘What would you know? You’re just a stupid boy. In some countries in the world, ducks are kings, you know.’
Then we both smile and I tell the duck he’s quackers and we smile even more.