Young Adult Fiction Magical Realism
The River Troll
A Story About Love in Color
- Publisher
- Durvile Publications
- Initial publish date
- Feb 2022
- Category
- Magical Realism, Art
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781988824772
- Publish Date
- Sep 2021
- List Price
- $19.95
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781988824949
- Publish Date
- Feb 2022
- List Price
- $29.95
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eBook
- ISBN
- 9781988824789
- Publish Date
- Sep 2021
- List Price
- $7.99
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Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels
- Age: 13 to 18
- Grade: 8 to 12
Description
The River Troll is strange and darkly comic illustrated Y/A novel featuring a nameless protagonist we call “friend.” Late at night our friend wanders a little and ponders quite a lot on a long walk along a river looking for a reason to keep on living. He meets up with a troll and a few other all-night ghouls as he drifts along, searching for purpose. They all find it amazing our friend can negotiate his way through the day posing as a junior high school art teacher.
About the author
Besides being a caveman, Rich is a genius talent at painting and drawing. His art hangs here and there in prominent homes and galleries but he prefers not to boast about it. Rich is founder of Calgary’s Rumble House gallery and happens to also teach junior high school art. He is the author and illustrator of Stop Making Art and Die, and the co-author of the poetry book, A Wake in the Undertow, along with his partner Jess Szabo. Intriguingly, he calls himself a tomato can. He and his gang exist/co-exist in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
Awards
- Winner, Book Publishers of Alberta
- Winner, Gold Prize, Teen category, COVR Awards
Excerpt: The River Troll: A Story About Love in Color (by (author) Rich Theroux)
Under the bridge is a different matter. Under the bridge is the River Troll. He’s so ugly you can’t look him in the eye. You’d need to climb up his chest to look him in the eye, but you can’t because his clothes are slimy from a thousand years of eating sweaty children. He won’t eat me, I’m too salty.
What good do you do me, he says.
He’s not as British as you’d expect.
What good do you do me? I ask in my deepest voice. To show him I’m not afraid.
Bah, I should eat you, he answers.
Buzz off, you ugly clout, I say.
He smiles. I think I will eat you tonight.
I spit at him, near him, but not on him. If I hit him, he’d kill me. But I find the closer I get, the harder he laughs.
Tell me a story you dirty beast, I say.
What story tonight? He growls back.
Tell me a story about how true love is like a butterfly, I say.
And why should I tell you such a story?
Because I’ll tell the children and it will make them happy and I know you like the taste of happy children best. Tell me a butterfly story and I’ll tell the sad children at school and they will make better meals.
It’s a lie, none of your children ever come my way, he says.
I can’t lie to a troll. I tell the children to stay away, it’s true. But he can imagine how good they would taste if they choose not to listen.
You’re a mean little man, he says.
Go on, I say.
He sits. Strangely when he sits under the bridge his head is still near the roof, wasn’t his head touching the roof when he was standing? He sits. He still fills the space.
I’ll tell you a story, but you better send a tasty child my way or I’m not telling you any more.
It’s a story about love. And how to love. The troll holds out his giant hand.
This hand is love,
See? And you puny people really have no idea how to love.
See? He asks this as he pushes the palm of his hand into my face.
Now this is being loved, he says as he lowers his hand.
A bird-like moth flutters into his bloated hand.
You love the butterfly see? he asks.
As the moth chews at the algae in the cracks of his skin he says, you love the pretty butterfly.
That’s a moth, I say.
You love the pretty butterfly, but it’s a butterfly it’s not a buttersit.
On cue the moth flies away and the troll sits palm open. He explains the butterfly’s job is to fly away, but that we do not understand love.
That’s a shitty story, I say.
Just wait. So we wait.
We wait a very long time and the moth flies back and the troll says, so you wait and you keep your hand open and the butterfly comes back.
But only when it chooses to. And then the moth flies away.
This happens several times with no explanation, but the troll is patient and I’ve got nothing better to do. Finally, the moth comes back and
the troll says, you … your kind doesn’t understand love.
He squeezes his fist shut, veins and sinew gnash, you hold onto love like this, he says, opening his hand to the juicy mess in his palm. He licks it off, curls his finger back with his thumb and flicks me a hundred meters away.
Editorial Reviews
Rich Theroux drops this piece of surrealism … a darkly comic and deeply strange illustrated fable that has a nameless protagonist coming across interesting characters in late-night walks. They include the titular River Troll, who is huge, naked, ornery and a bit violent. There’s the condescending Clever Monkey. There’s a one-eyed “giantess.” Baba Yaga, a supernatural figure that comes from Slavic folklore. There are dragons who wear armour and glide through the city on tracks like trains … the art is surreal and dreamlike.
— ERIC VOLMERS, The Calgary Herald
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