S. E. Hinton's Rumble Fish was disappointing. Hooked on Ms. Hinton since I discovered how popular The Outsiders and That Was Then, This Is Now are with adolescents, this came as a let-down. The earlier two books also deal with the American delinquent scene, but in both the central character has an intelligence and sensitivity which set him apart from his peers.

He involves himself in desperate situations largely out of loyalty to others and at the end, having seen close friends destroyed by violence or drugs, is left wiser and sadder. The detachment of the central figure is lost in Rumble Fish. This time the narrator, Rusty-James, is a product (and victim) of his environment, and the world is a grey, sordid and destructive place. The bright values of literature and loyalty have faded, the best friend is a minor figure who lapses into gross insensitivity, and the book is filled with failures, drunks and junkies. In the foreground is the doomed Motorcycle Boy, the narrator's brother and hero, a near-zombie as a result of many crashes on stolen bikes. Rumble fish are Siamese fighting fish—"If you leaned a mirror against the bowl they'd kill themselves fighting their own reflection". The Motorcycle Boy is shot dead as he carries the bowl towards the river. Like the fish, he's in a bowl, cut off from the real world by deafness. Rusty-James has always wanted to be like his brother and that's how he turns out. The narrative is retrospective—the boy is reminded of things he'd like to forget when he meets an old friend—and this perspective emphasizes Rusty-James's hopelessness: there can't even be a glimmer of hope for the future.