The Outsiders Book

The Outsiders Book

The Outsiders is a coming-of-age novel by S. E. Hinton published in 1967 by Viking Press. The novel is set in Tulsa, Oklahoma in the 1960s[a][1]—although this is never explicitly stated in the book—and details the conflict between two rival gangs of White Americans divided by their socioeconomic status: the working-class “greasers”[2] and the upper-middle-class “Socs” (pronounced /ˈsoʊʃɪz/ SOH-shiz—short for Socials). The story is told in first-person perspective by teenage protagonist Ponyboy Curtis.

Hinton began writing the novel when she was 15 and wrote the bulk of it when she was 16 and a junior in high school.[3] She was 18 when the book was published.[1] She released the work using her initials rather than her feminine given names (Susan Eloise) so that her gender would not lead male book reviewers to dismiss the work.[4]

A film adaptation was directed in 1983 by Francis Ford Coppola, and a short-lived television series appeared in 1990, picking up where the movie left off. A dramatic stage adaptation was written by Christopher Sergel and published in 1990. A Tony Award-winning stage musical adaptation of the same name premiered in San Diego in 2023 then on Broadway in 2024.[5][6] Another film adaptation, this time based on the musical, was in the works as of 2025.[7]

Plot summary
In Tulsa, Oklahoma Ponyboy Curtis, a fourteen-year-old boy who is a member of a “gang of greasers”, is leaving a movie theater when he is jumped by “Socs”, the greasers’ rival gang. Several greasers, including Ponyboy’s two older brothers—the paternal Darry and the popular Sodapop—come to his rescue. The next night, Ponyboy and two greaser friends, the hardened Dally and the quiet Johnny, meet Cherry and Marcia, a pair of Soc girls, at a drive-in movie theater. Cherry scorns Dally’s rude advances, but Ponyboy speaks civilly with Cherry, emotionally connecting with a Soc for the first time in his life.

Afterward, Ponyboy, Johnny, and their wisecracking friend Two-Bit begin to walk Cherry and Marcia home, when they are stopped by Cherry’s boyfriend Bob, who badly beat up Johnny a few months back. Bob and the greasers exchange taunts, but Cherry prevents a fight by willingly leaving with Bob. Ponyboy gets home at two in the morning, enraging Darry until he suddenly slaps Ponyboy. As Darry tries to apologize, Pony runs out the door and meets up with Johnny, expressing his anger at Darry’s increasing coldness in the wake of his parents’ recent deaths in a car crash.

Running away from home, Ponyboy and Johnny wander into a park, where Bob and four other Socs surround them. After some heated talk, Ponyboy spits at the Socs, prompting them to attempt to drown him in a nearby fountain, but Johnny stabs Bob, killing him and dispersing the rest. Terrified as to what to do next, Ponyboy and Johnny rush to find Dally, who gives them money and a loaded firearm, directing them to hide in an abandoned church in Windrixville. During their stay there, Ponyboy cuts and dyes his hair as a disguise, reads Gone with the Wind to Johnny, and, upon viewing a beautiful sunrise, recites the poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost.

Days later, Dally comes to check on them, revealing that violence between the greasers and Socs has escalated since Bob’s death into all-out city-wide warfare, with Cherry acting out of guilt as a spy for the greasers. Johnny decides to turn himself in and Dally reluctantly agrees to take the boys back home. As they attempt to leave, they notice the church has caught fire and several local schoolchildren have become trapped inside. The greasers run inside the burning church to save the children, but Ponyboy is rendered unconscious by the fumes. At the hospital he discovers that he and Dally are not badly injured, but a piece of the church roof fell on Johnny and broke his back. Sodapop and Darry come to the hospital; Darry breaks down and cries. Ponyboy then realizes that Darry cares about him, and is only hard on him because he loves him and cares about his future.

The following morning the newspapers declare Ponyboy and Johnny heroes, but Johnny will be charged with manslaughter for Bob’s death. Two-Bit tells them that the greaser–Soc rivalry is to be settled in a final rumble. Ponyboy and Two-Bit are approached by a Soc named Randy, Bob’s best friend, who expresses remorse for his involvement in the gang war, lacks confidence about the rumble ending the feud, and says he will not participate.

Later, Ponyboy visits Johnny at the hospital, where he is in critical condition. On their way home, Ponyboy spots Cherry and they talk. Cherry says she is unwilling to visit Johnny in the hospital because he killed her boyfriend. Ponyboy calls her a traitor, but after she explains herself they end on good terms. After escaping the hospital, Dally shows up just in time for the rumble. The greasers win the fight. Afterward, Ponyboy and Dally hurry back to the hospital to see Johnny, but he dies moments later and a hysterical Dally runs out of the room. Ponyboy returns home that night feeling confused and disoriented. Dally calls the house to say that he has robbed a store and is running from the police. The greasers find Dally deliberately pointing an unloaded firearm at the police, causing them to shoot and kill him. Overwhelmed, Ponyboy faints and is sick in bed for many days due to the resulting concussion from the rumble. When the hearing finally comes, the judge frees Ponyboy from responsibility for Bob’s death and allows Ponyboy to remain at home with Darry and Sodapop.

Ponyboy returns to school, but his grades drop. Although he is failing English, his teacher, Mr. Syme, says he will pass him if he writes a decent theme. In the copy of Gone with the Wind that Johnny gave him before dying, Ponyboy finds a letter from Johnny describing how he will die proudly after saving the kids from the fire. Johnny also urges Ponyboy to “stay golden”. Ponyboy decides to write his English assignment about the recent events, and begins his essay with the opening line of the novel: “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home”.[8]

Major characters
Greasers
Ponyboy Curtis: The narrator and the youngest Curtis brother, Ponyboy is 14 years old, and gets good grades and runs track. He is the most sensitive of the greasers (besides Johnny), and enjoys reading books.
Sodapop “Soda” Curtis: The middle Curtis brother, 16 years old, a popular high school dropout who works at a gas station. He is often described as being attractive and comedic, the reason for his popularity. He is a supportive brother to Ponyboy.
Darrel “Darry” Curtis: The oldest Curtis brother, 20 years old, who has been caring for his brothers since their parents died in a car crash. He is the unofficial leader of the gang. He is described as being very athletic and strong.
Johnny Cade: Ponyboy’s best friend. 16 years old, who is extremely quiet and lives with his alcoholic, neglectful, and abusive parents. He is sensitive in the first part of the book. However, in the latter part of the book, Johnny faces his fears, becoming a hero-like figure.
Dallas “Dally” Winston: A 17-year-old juvenile delinquent, he is the roughest and most volatile of the greasers, but cares more about Johnny than he does anyone else. He lived on the streets of New York City for three years. He carries an unloaded firearm at all times.
Keith “Two-Bit” Mathews: A wise-cracking kleptomaniac. He is known for carrying a switchblade.
Steve Randle: Sodapop’s best friend since grade school.
Timothy “Tim” Shepard: Leader of another greaser gang: an organized downtown one. He is also a friend of Dally’s.
Curly Shepard: Tim Shepard’s younger brother, mentioned as a friend of Ponyboy’s.
Sandy: Sodapop’s disloyal girlfriend, who eventually leaves him.
Socs
Sherri “Cherry” Valance: Attends the same high school as Ponyboy. Bob’s girlfriend.
Robert “Bob” Sheldon: Considered the leader of the Socs. Cherry’s boyfriend who is stabbed and killed by Johnny.
Randy Adderson: Bob’s best friend and Marcia’s boyfriend. After Bob’s death, Randy has a conversation with Ponyboy asking for peace.
Marcia: Cherry’s best friend and Randy’s girlfriend.
Paul Holden: Darry’s old friend from high school.
David: A member of the Socs who tries to drown Ponyboy in the fountain.
Other characters
Jerry Wood: The schoolteacher responsible for the children who were in the seemingly abandoned church.
Mr. Syme: Ponyboy’s English teacher who assigns him a theme to write that becomes the story of the novel itself.
Controversy
The Outsiders was a controversial book at the time of its publication; it is still currently challenged and debated.[9] It was ranked #38 on the American Library Association’s Top 100 Most Frequently Challenged Books of 1990–1999.[10] This book has been banned from some schools and libraries because of the portrayal of gang violence, underage smoking and drinking, strong language/slang, and family dysfunction.[11] However, in many U.S. schools, the book is part of the English curriculum at the middle- or high-school level.[12]

Critical reception
On November 5, 2019, the BBC News listed The Outsiders on its list of the 100 most influential novels.[13][failed verification]

Legacy
Ponyboy Curtis appears in Hinton’s later novel That Was Then, This Is Now (1971).[14] The 1983 film adaptation, directed by Francis Ford Coppola has retained a fan base since its release.[15] The film is notable for casting young actors before their rise to fame, which includes C. Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio, Matt Dillon, Patrick Swayze, Rob Lowe, Emilio Estevez, Tom Cruise, and Diane Lane.[16]

A television series based on the characters of the novel and film aired in 1990. It consists of a different cast playing the same characters. It picks up right after the events of the film’s ending and lasted only one season.

In Rockstar Games’ 2006 video game Bully, the Greasers and the Preppies/Preps are based on The Outsiders.

A stage musical of the same name held its world premiere at La Jolla Playhouse in February/March 2023. The production was directed by Danya Taymor from a libretto by Adam Rapp, with songs by Jamestown Revival and music supervision, arrangements, and orchestrations by Justin Levine.[17] The show began previews on Broadway at the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre on March 16, 2024 and officially opened on April 11. It received 12 nominations at the 77th Tony Awards, winning 4 including Best Musical.[18] The musical is set to be adapted into a feature film as of March 2025.[19]

Museum and film locations
The Outsiders House Museum opened in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on August 9, 2019.[20]

In 2009, hip-hop artist Danny Boy O’Connor discovered the house that was used for the Curtis Brothers’ home. Moving forward O’Connor kept the thought of buying it, which he eventually did in 2016.[21][22] O’Connor said he bought it sight unseen and that when he first went inside it was falling apart. With the help of friends, the Oklahoma Film and Music Office, the City Council, local businesses and individuals who volunteered the restoration started.[23][24] After raising funds the house went through extensive renovations to restore it and maintain its authenticity from the film.[25] A GoFundMe was set up for additional funds,[26] notable donors include Jack White who donated $30,000 and Billy Idol. Also to raise funds, screenings of the film were organized that actor C. Thomas Howell attended. In 2016, the street signs on the corner were changed to “The Outsiders way” and “The Curtis Brothers Lane”.[27] Since its opening, the museum now contains a collection of The Outsiders memorabilia.[28] Aside from Howell, between its restoration and opening, other stars of the films visited: this includes Rob Lowe, Ralph Macchio, and Matt Dillon.[29][30] For his efforts on preserving a cultural landmark O’Connor received a key to the city of Tulsa.[31]

In 2022, in Sperry, Oklahoma, the group Upward Sperry restored the now defunct DX gas station seen in the film. The group’s president Gary Coulson said, “It’s really growing. I almost hate to say, but it’s almost like a cult following. They stream through here – what that does is get people here.” With O’Connor they are planning to revitalize Outsiders nostalgia in Sperry.[32]

Notes
Adaptions of the story say that the story takes place in different years; the Outsiders DX Station says 1966, The Outsiders House Museum says 1965, and the musical adaption says 1967.

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The Outsiders
S. E. HINTON
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Chapter 1
WHEN I STEPPED OUT into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two
things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman--- he looks
tough and I don't--- but I guess my own looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and
greenish-gray eyes. I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have
to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and
long at the front and sides, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers to get a haircut.
Besides, I look better with long hair.
I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway, for no reason except that I like to
watch movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live them with the actors. When I see a movie with
someone it's kind of uncomfortable, like having someone read your book over your shoulder. I'm different
that way. I mean, my second-oldest brother, Soda, who is sixteen-going-on-seventeen, never cracks a book
at all, and my oldest brother, Darrel, who we call Darry, works too long and hard to be interested in a story
or drawing a picture, so I'm not like them. And nobody in our gang digs movies and books the way I do.
For a while there, I thought I was the only person in the world that did. So I loned it.
Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than Darry does. But then, Soda is different from anybody;
he understands everything, almost. Like he's never hollering at me all the time the way Darry is, or treating
me as if I was six instead of fourteen. I love Soda more than I've ever loved anyone, even Mom and Dad.
He's always happy-go-lucky and grinning, while Darry's hard and firm and rarely grins at all. But then,
Darry's gone through a lot in his twenty years, grown up too fast. Sodapop'll never grow up at all. I don't
know which way's the best. I'll find out one of these days.
Anyway, I went on walking home, thinking about the movie, and then suddenly wishing I had some
company. Greasers can't walk alone too much or they'll get jumped, or someone will come by and scream
"Greaser!" at them, which doesn't make you feel too hot, if you know what I mean. We get jumped by the
Socs. I'm not sure how you spell it, but it's the abbreviation for the Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich
kids. It's like the term "greaser," which is used to class all us boys on the East Side.
We're poorer than the Socs and the middle class. I reckon we're wilder, too. Not like the Socs, who jump
greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts for kicks, and get editorials in the paper for being a public
disgrace one day and an asset to society the next. Greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things and drive
old souped-up cars and hold up gas stations and have a gang fight once in a while. I don't mean I do things
like that. Darry would kill me if I got into trouble with the police. Since Mom and Dad were killed in an
auto wreck, the three of us get to stay together only as long as we behave. So Soda and I stay out of trouble
as much as we can, and we're careful not to get caught when we can't. I only mean that most greasers do
things like that, just like we wear our hair long and dress in blue jeans and T-shirts, or leave our shirttails
out and wear leather jackets and tennis shoes or boots. I'm not saying that either Socs orgreasers are better;
that's just the way things are.
I could have waited to go to the movies until Darry or Sodapop got off work. They would have gone with
me, or driven me there, or walked along, although Soda just can't sit still long enough to enjoy a movie and
they bore Darry to death. Darry thinks his life is enough without inspecting other people's. Or I could have
gotten one of the gang to come along, one of the four boys Darry and Soda and I have grown up with and
consider family. We're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like
ours you get to know each other real well. If I had thought about it, I could have called Darry and he would
have come by on his way home and picked me up, or Two-Bit Mathews--- one of our gang--- would have
come to get me in his car if I had asked him, but sometimes I just don't use my head. It drives my brother
Darry nuts when I do stuff like that, 'cause I'm supposed to be smart; I make good grades and have a high
IQ and everything, but I don't use my head. Besides, I like walking.
I about decided I didn't like it so much, though, when I spotted that red Corvair trailing me. I was almost
two blocks from home then, so I started walking a little faster. I had never been jumped, but I had seen
Johnny after four Socs got hold of him, and it wasn't pretty. Johnny was scared of his own shadow after
that. Johnny was sixteen then.
I knew it wasn't any use though--- the fast walking, I mean--- even before the Corvair pulled up beside me
and five Socs got out. I got pretty scared--- I'm kind of small for fourteen even though I have a good build,
and those guys were bigger than me. I automatically hitched my thumbs in my jeans and slouched,
wondering if I could get away if I made a break for it. I remembered Johnny--- his face all cut up and
bruised, and I remembered how he had cried when we found him, half-conscious, in the comer lot. Johnny
had it awful rough at home--- it took a lot to make him cry.
I was sweating something fierce, although I was cold. I could feel my palms getting clammy and the
perspiration running down my back. I get like that when I'm real scared. I glanced around for a pop bottle
or a stick or something--- Steve Randle, Soda's best buddy, had once held off four guys with a busted pop
bottle--- but there was nothing. So I stood there like a bump on a log while they surrounded me. I don't use
my head. They walked around slowly, silently, smiling.
"Hey, grease," one said in an over-friendly voice. "We're gonna do you a favor, greaser. We're gonna cut all
that long greasy hair off."
He had on a madras shirt. I can still see it. Blue madras. One of them laughed, then cussed me out in a low
voice. I couldn't think of anything to say. There just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get
mugged, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Need a haircut, greaser?" The medium-sized blond pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped the
blade open.
I finally thought of something to say. "No." I was backing up, away from that knife. Of course I backed
right into one of them. They had me down in a second. They had my arms and legs pinned down and one of
them was sitting on my chest with his knees on my elbows, and if you don't think that hurts, you're crazy. I
could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate
before they did anything. I was scared so bad I was wishing I would. I fought to get loose, and almost did
for a second; then they tightened up on me and the one on my chest slugged me a couple of times. So I lay
still, swearing at them between gasps. A blade was held against my throat.
"How'd you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?"
It occurred to me then that they could kill me. I went wild. I started screaming for Soda, Darry, anyone.
Someone put his hand over my mouth, and I bit it as hard as I could, tasting the blood running through my
teeth. I heard a muttered curse and got slugged again, and they were stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth.
One of them kept saying, "Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!"
Then there were shouts and the pounding of feet, and the Socs jumped up and left me lying there, gasping. I
lay there and wondered what in the world was happening--- people were jumping over me and running by
me and I was too dazed to figure it out. Then someone had me under the armpits and was hauling me to my
feet. It was Darry.
"Are you all right, Ponyboy?"
He was shaking me and I wished he'd stop. I was dizzy enough anyway. I could tell it was Darry though---
partly because of the voice and partly because Darry's always rough with me without meaning to be.
"I'm okay. Quit shaking me, Darry, I'm okay."
He stopped instantly. "I'm sorry."
He wasn't really. Darry isn't ever sorry for anything he does. It seems funny to me that he should look just
exactly like my father and act exactly the opposite from him. My father was only forty when he died and he
looked twenty-five and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers instead of father and son. But
they only looked alike--- my father was never rough with anyone without meaning to be.
Darry is six-feet-two, and broad-shouldered and muscular. He has dark-brown hair that kicks out in front
and a slight cowlick in the back--- just like Dad's--- but Darry's eyes are his own. He's got eyes that are like
two pieces of pale blue-green ice. They've got a determined set to them, like the rest of him. He looks older
than twenty--- tough, cool, and smart. He would be real handsome if his eyes weren't so cold. He doesn't
understand anything that is not plain hard fact. But he uses his head.
I sat down again, rubbing my cheek where I'd been slugged the most.
Darry jammed his fists in his pockets. "They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?"
They did. I was smarting and aching and my chest was sore and I was so nervous my hands were shaking
and I wanted to start bawling, but you just don't say that to Darry.
"I'm okay."
Sodapop came loping back. By then I had figured that all the noise I had heard was the gang coming to
rescue me. He dropped down beside me, examining my head.
"You got cut up a little, huh, Ponyboy?"
I only looked at him blankly. "I did?"
He pulled out a handkerchief, wet the end of it with his tongue, and pressed it gently against the side of my
head. "You're bleedin' like a stuck pig."
"I am?"
"Look!" He showed me the handkerchief, reddened as if by magic. "Did they pull a blade on you?"
I remembered the voice: "Need a haircut, greaser?" The blade must have slipped while he was trying to
shut me up. "Yeah."
Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. Not like Darry--- Soda's movie-star kind of handsome, the
kind that people stop on the street to watch go by. He's not as tall as Darry, and he's a little slimmer, but he
has a finely drawn, sensitive face that somehow manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time.
He's got dark-gold hair that he combs back--- long and silky and straight--- and in the summer the sun
bleaches it to a shining wheat gold. His eyes are dark brown--- lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes
that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next. He has Dad's eyes, but
Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol. In our
neighborhood it's rare to find a kid who doesn't drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop--- he
doesn't need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody.
He looked at me more closely. I looked away hurriedly, because, if you want to know the truth, I was
starting to bawl. I knew I was as white as I felt and I was shaking like a leaf.
Soda just put his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, Ponyboy. They ain't gonna hurt you no more."
"I know," I said, but the ground began to blur and I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. I brushed them
away impatiently. "I'm just a little spooked, that's all." I drew a quivering breath and quit crying. You just
don't cry in front of Darry. Not unless you're hurt like Johnny had been that day we found him in the vacant
lot. Compared to Johnny I wasn't hurt at all.
Soda rubbed my hair. "You're an okay kid, Pony."
I had to grin at him--- Soda can make you grin no matter what. I guess it's because he's always grinning so
much himself. "You're crazy, Soda, out of your mind."
Darry looked as if he'd like to knock our heads together. "You're both nuts."
Soda merely cocked one eyebrow, a trick he'd picked up from Two-Bit. "It seems to run in this family."
Darry stared at him for a second, then cracked a grin. Sodapop isn't afraid of him like everyone else and
enjoys teasing him. I'd just as soon tease a full-grown grizzly; but for some reason, Darry seems to like
being teased by Soda.
Our gang had chased the Socs to their car and heaved rocks at them. They came running toward us now---
four lean, hard guys. They were all as tough as nails and looked it. l had grown up with them, and they
accepted me, even though I was younger, because I was Darry and Soda's kid brother and I kept my mouth
shut good.
Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls. He
was tacky, smart, and Soda's best buddy since grade school. Steve's specialty was cars. He could lift a
hubcap quicker and more quietly than anyone in the neighborhood, but he also knew cars upside-down and
backward, and he could drive anything on wheels. He and Soda worked at the same gas station--- Steve
part time and Soda full time--- and their station got more customers than any other in town. Whether that
was because Steve was so good with cars or because Soda attracted girls like honey draws flies, I couldn't
tell you. I liked Steve only because he was Soda's best friend. He didn't like me--- he thought I was a tag-
along and a kid; Soda always took me with them when they went places if they weren't taking girls, and
that bugged Steve. It wasn't my fault; Soda always asked me; I didn't ask him. Soda doesn't think I'm a kid.
Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He was about six feet tall,
stocky in build, and very proud of his long rusty-colored sideburns. He had gray eyes and a wide grin, and
he couldn't stop making funny remarks to save his life. You couldn't shut up that guy; he always had to get
his two-bits worth in. Hence his name. Even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith, and we hardly
remembered he had one. Life was one big joke to Two-Bit. He was famous for shoplifting and his black-
handled switchblade (which he couldn't have acquired without his first talent), and he was always smarting
off to the cops. He really couldn't help it. Everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let
the police in on it to brighten up their dull lives. (That's the way he explained it to me.) He liked fights,
blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he
never learned anything. He just went for kicks. I liked him real well because he kept us laughing at
ourselves as well as at other things. He reminded me of Will Rogers--- maybe it was the grin.
If I had to pick the real character of the gang, it would be Dallas Winston--- Dally. I used to like to draw his
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