Adam Levin Reads “Kid Positive”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
The New Yorker
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🗓️ 25 February 2020
⏱️ 31 minutes
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Summary
Adam Levin reads his story from the March 2, 2020, issue of the magazine. Levin is the author of the novel “The Instructions” and the story collection “Hot Pink.” A new novel, “Bubblegum,” will be published in April.
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| 0:00.0 | This is The Writer's Voice, new fiction from The New Yorker. |
| 0:08.0 | I'm Deborah Treesman, fiction editor at The New Yorker. |
| 0:11.0 | On this episode of The Writer's Voice, we'll hear Adam Levine read his story, Kid Positive, from the March 2nd, 2020 issue of the magazine. |
| 0:20.0 | Levine is the author of the novel The Instructions and the story collection Hot Pink. |
| 0:24.8 | A new novel, Bubblegum, will be published in April. |
| 0:28.1 | Now here's Adam Levine. |
| 0:33.2 | Kid Positive. |
| 0:35.7 | Shitty little Tevia, Big Brother, 1980. |
| 0:39.8 | I liked dinner with my parents and their friends in the dining room. |
| 0:43.5 | The chairs were large and hard to move. |
| 0:46.1 | Whenever I had to go to the bathroom, I would crawl my way under the table to get there. |
| 0:51.0 | Some of the adults, as I brushed against their legs, made surprised sounds and said joky things. |
| 0:56.6 | Is there a dog in here? I didn't know you had a dog. This house must be haunted. A ghost touched my |
| 1:01.5 | leg. I knew they knew I knew they were pretending. We were all in on the joke together, people. |
| 1:08.1 | Once we people were in the middle of the joke, and my father said, honey, to my mom |
| 1:12.5 | in his hard voice. He didn't like that I was under the table. After using the toilet, I stepped up on the |
| 1:18.9 | crate and washed my hands twice so my father would be proud of me. Then I remembered he couldn't see |
| 1:24.2 | everything. He wouldn't know what I'd done unless I told him. And I knew that if I told him, he'd tell me not to show off. So I decided I would sing. Singing beat twice washed hands by a mile. My father's favorite song was not if I were a rich man from Fiddler on the roof. And yet for some reason, I thought it was. I knew half the chorus and I thought I had a pretty good dance that went with it. |
| 1:47.0 | A chicken-looking dance where you flapped your bent arms and threw sideways punches while stepping high or jumping. |
| 1:53.0 | Returning from the bathroom, I danced that dance and sang half the chorus. |
| 1:58.0 | If I were a rich man, yababababababa badauba baba, bitty, bitty bum. All day long, I'd |
| 2:04.2 | biddy, bitty bum. If I were a wealthy man. Except for my dad, the adults found it cute. You could |
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