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The Trespassers

The Trespassers is a story told by sixteen-year-old Doran Satterfield, a North Carolinian spending July and August 2004 in New Jersey. Doran befriends a group of slightly older teenagers who occupy themselves during the long summer days by breaking into long-abandoned factories and taking photographs. MORE


And what is this novel ‘about’? It is about seeng the invisible, or, rather, seeing into the invisible: discerning hidden beauty not in inviolable perfection, but in the violations of imperfection, in things old and discarded and forgotten and broken. To tell it as succinctly as possible: The Trespassers is a work of art.
Cynthia Ozick

My homecoming was wrecked by the yellow police tape strung across the entrance. A padlock and iron chain and a keep out sign wheat pasted to the doorway reinforced the point. Fine print on the notice rehashed the dangers of abandoned buildings, and warned those who'd been inhabiting the factory that they were subject to fines. Well, go on, Mr. Policeman, shake me upside down; make the spare change bounce on the sidewalk. Spackle over every crack in the city, smooth it all out, knock down the hiding-places and force me into plain view; monitor my unruly head.
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The Trespassers

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Critics Poll XXIV — My Ballot, Part 1


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Critics Poll XXIV: Miscellaneous Categories


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