
THE ART WE LOVE
ADRIAN PIPER
I found Booth Tarkington’s Penrod tucked away in my parents’ library, on a shelf that I was not supposed to reach until I was at least tall enough to see its contents. But I found it much sooner than that, around the time I was nearing Penrod’s age of eleven. In every respect, I was and remain Penrod, as well as his two friends Herman and his younger tongue-tied brother, Verman, who live with their family across the alley from Penrod’s family’s backyard. I am most especially Verman when he takes revenge on Rupe Collins, a local bully, for calling him and Herman “nigs” by earnestly