What Readers are Saying about Alex in ’63

  • “An engaging read from start to finish.” Janice H.
  • “My biggest takeaway was how [the author] made the reader really feel the story was coming from a 14-year-old boy.” John M.
  • “I related most to Alex’s character….in those same years in my life, I experienced events and moments that brought on the same emotions…young love, defiance, resentment and ultimately, a level of understanding.” Bob T.
  • “I quickly got invested in Alex’s character and his life circumstances, and I was anxious to keep turning the pages to see what happened next. Apart from the story itself, it was neat to read the familiar local names and places from that era. Really well written and very readable.”  Colleen W.
  • “I can relate to so many of Alex’s thoughts as he plays his backyard, make-believe [football] games and pickup matches with Matt and his buddies.” Rich F.
  • “I had such sympathy for the mother—and, of course, [Alex’s] dad is the dad every teenager deserves.” Hazel Y.
  • “I felt so much nostalgia reading your story. I felt transported in time!” Jan S.
  • “I felt melancholy…wondering what would happen to the characters.” Gail H.
  • “It’s such pleasure to read a story set in our city—and in a time that holds such nostalgia for many.” Linda H.
  • “I really enjoyed the book because I found myself being able to relate to someone my age, yet in a different time. I think a lot of teens would enjoy this style of book, because it highlights some simplicity of the past we don’t have today and is still very relevant in what we go through at school.” Campbell L.
  • “I did not want this story to end!” Carol D.

Alex in ’63 – a novel

Alex in ’63 is my first novel, and I am enjoying putting it in the hands of readers who have “ever been thirteen”. It is very much a Calgary-based story, so many people will recognize familiar landscapes and events in Alex’s world: The North Hill, Mewata Stadium, McMahon Stadium, Georges P. Vanier Junior High, Crescent Heights High School, and the surrounding communities.

If you are interested in ordering a copy ($23, soft-cover), please send an email or phone me. Free delivery in Calgary.

Sincerely,

Keith

languageartstudio@gmail.com

Phone: 403-249-8320

Cover design by Renate
Keith Worthington – author

About Alex in ’63:

If you’ve ever been thirteen…

    Alex Wheeler reminds us what it’s like to be a teenager on a collision course with self-doubt, intimidation, love, and mystery. At the start of grade 9—in his hometown Calgary, Alberta—Alex is trying to figure out how to deal with a football-star brother, a strict school principal, and a vindictive high school girl. There’s another girl, too, recently arrived from England, who emboldens him by sharing glimpses of a pop culture revolution evolving back home. Meanwhile, local incidents and international events impact Alex and his family in deeply personal ways.

Alex in ‘63 is a bumpy-road tribute to home and school and neighbourhood.

Alex in ’63 – an excerpt

Feeling hard-done-by after my chat with Loretta, I turned on the TV and sprawled on the couch. Instead of the usual afternoon movie, there was a special broadcast from Washington D.C. A huge crowd was standing in front of a statue of Abraham Lincoln.

I didn’t usually take notice of politics or news except when the Current Events magazines arrived at school, and our social studies teacher made us read articles and answer questions. Although, I have to say, last year the Cuban Missile Crisis grabbed everybody’s attention. We watched President Kennedy on TV when he told the Russians they had to dismantle their missile bases or else. No one was sure what was going to happen, except my schoolmate Kenny Street, who told us we didn’t need to do homework anymore. We were all gonna be dead in a few days.


The event I was watching now had to do with black people demonstrating for jobs and equal rights in America—their own country. I knew slavery ended a hundred years earlier, but what I couldn’t understand was why it was taking so long for them to be treated like regular people.

Hockey Road

The rink lay open to the falling snow;
the temperature felt like twenty below.
We panted and puffed and squinted our eyes
determined to break a 1-1 tie.

Late in the third, my feet were numb,
a price to pay for hockey fun.
I could hardly feel the stick in my hands;
I could barely see the ghostly fans.

The puck jumped loose from the tangled play
and I skated clear on a breakaway.
Without any time to worry or think,
I headed south on the whitening rink.

Straight ahead, the goalie stood;
he didn’t move like I thought he would.
His net seemed big as an ogre’s cave
or a tombstone built for a giant’s grave.

I cradled the puck to my forehand side,
pulled it back and let it fly.
I watched it sail to the frosty twine
and knew at once the prize was mine.

My very first goal in my very first game,
a fleeting moment of on-ice fame.
It sparked a passion that took firm hold
for a life-long journey down hockey road.

               Keith Worthington               
from After the Flood: Hockey Poems

Figure of Speech

Not young men with families,
not young ladies with college degrees,
just boots on the ground.

Not souls, not intellects, not creative hands,
not doctors, not scientists, not keepers of the land.

What’s that sound, Captain?
Boots on the ground, my son.

How many are there, Captain?
Ten thousand outward bound.

What becomes of them, Captain?
Some are lost and never found.

Who are they really, Captain?
Boots on the ground.

       Keith Worthington