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Dear Bruce Springsteen

TitleDear Bruce Springsteen
Publication TypeBook
Year of Publication1987
AuthorsMajor, Kevin
PublisherDelacorte Press
CityNew York
DescriptorsEmotions; English Language; Families; Letters; Music; Newfoundland and Labrador; Novel; School; Songs; Young Adult

In this young adult epistolary novel, Terry Blanchard deals with his troubles by pouring out his emotions into a series of letters to his hero, Bruce Springsteen. Terry finds many parallels between his own life and that of the singer as he writes about his father, his problems at school, his social alienation, and his dreams. Terry alludes to many of Springsteen's songs in his letters. Kevin Major is from Newfoundland.


Newfoundland and Labrador

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Dear Bruce Springsteen is a series of letters written by fourteen year old Terry Blanchard to Bruce Springsteen. Terry is struggling at school and at home – at school he is in a constant battle with his math teacher, and at home his father has just left the family. During these struggles, writing to the Boss helps Terry express his feelings, and Terry’s admiration of Springsteen inspires Terry to learn the guitar. These letters, as well as Springsteen’s music, help Terry through tough times, and enable him to build up the courage to play at a concert and talk to the girl he likes. Dear Bruce Springsteen is a realistic, young adult novel, and it is written from the first-person, immediate-engaging perspective of Terry.


"Dear Bruce Springsteen, I know I got no real right to dump all this personal stuff on you. I thought about it yesterday after I sent the last letter. Here I am, probably making a fool of myself, going on and on about my life to someone I never even met.

Then when I thought about it some more, I felt like I almost know you. I’ve read everything I can lay my hands on that’s been written about you. I’ve gone to the library and dug out old copies of Rolling Stone from six and seven years ago. I’ve read three full-length books on you, three times each. I play your music all the time. (Man, my ghetto blaster practically spits back any tape that’s not yours.)

And in a way you’re sort of a connection between me and my father. For my fourteenth birthday he gave me one of your tapes. Then a week after that he was gone." (15)