◎The book was the first one to have rapping in it, and it contains quite action and music.
題材特殊的說唱藝術書。有諸多饒舌歌詞創作，豐富的肢體動作和音樂，內容輕鬆詼諧。
◎How does a boy being ignored, facing his own environment with bravery and humor?
被人們忽視的貧困男孩，如何憑藉過人的勇氣和幽默的處事態度來面對生活困境。
◎After the author Andy Chen, of《Mankind vs Extraterrestrial》, who was almost a junior high school student using his wide imagination and several twists, to give the reader a different taste.
即將升國中的作者立恩繼《Mankind vs Extraterrestrial》之後，持續以豐富的想像力和虛實交錯的創作手法，再次讓讀者耳目一新。

Stan Duke, a rapper which originally was a loser in school, a shy boy who lives in a poor family and was a fan of many rappers, and also wants to be like them and learn by heading into a training building. His father denies him, yet is somewhat quite sick of him. But when his father comes after a talk with her wife, Stan was accepted and he was off on his journey.

But things were not going entirely smoothly as he thought. He decided to go there by bicycle, but it was cut in half by a drunken man. He then took a bus instead. He met a girl who was his childhood crush, Nancy. Except for the happiness of it, he will be facing against two of his childhood nightmares, Kyle and Jason, which Kyle’s a gunslinger, Jason’s a ninja, and they will try to kill him. Can Stan really get to the training building safely?

Stan met a bunch of classmates. Stan found out that his rapping coach Sam Sam was an enemy of Stan’s father, and he discovered that he is a part of Kyle and Jason, who appeared at the same training academy. The teacher was an evil person, so Stan can do nothing but trying to keep an eye on them. Then, the teacher left, and Stan was now his classmates’ teacher. Stan teaches them well and they graduated, but he was feeling bad when Sam Sam caused both of his parents to die two years later. What is he going to do?

Stan was now joining with a bunch of other rappers with the freaking military to ATK Kyle’s father, terrorist Kolai. But Kyle’s father, Kolai stopped the military before they can attack Kyle’s father. Kolai challenges them into a rapping fight. Both of them tried hard and tried their best, the results in their battle will choose the destiny of USA! Can they protect USA from all hell breaking loose?

The USA was almost under Kolai’s attack. Stan’s nemesis, Sam Sam actually knows about the things about Stan, his father and himself. Sam Sam just wanted Kyle and Jason to be USA’s heroes, while Stan might take their place. He touches them both into being heroes in a better way. Stan tries to fight hard in the middle of the USA attack-through rapping against Kolai in rapping battle frenzy. Can he succeed?

史丹˙杜克，學業成就雖低落，但立志要成為說唱藝術家。他來自貧困的家庭，熱愛饒舌音樂卻生性害羞，夢想進入饒舌藝術學院學習更高妙的技巧。但受到他的父親極力反對。所幸，母親支持他的想法。經過父母一番商議後，史丹的追夢歷程即將展開。

然而，過程並沒有像他想的那麼完美。他本來打算要以腳踏車為交通工具，結果被一位醉漢鋸成兩截。他只好改搭公車。公車上，他遇見幼時所暗戀的女生萳西。美好的邂逅外，他也要面對他的兒時夢魘，他的仇家：槍擊手凱爾，和忍者傑森，他們兩人要聯手殺掉史丹。史丹如何安然到達饒舌學院呢？

史丹結識許多同好。學院的說唱教練山山曾經與史丹的父親結怨，而凱爾和傑森也出現在同一所學院。山山是一位邪惡的老師，面對山山報復的襲擊，史丹束手無策，只好以靜制動。後來，山山老師無故失蹤，史丹順勢成為教師，教導學院的學生，讓他們學有所成、順利畢業。兩年後，山山殺死史丹的父母，面對仇恨，史丹到底該怎麼做才好？

凱爾的父親可爾萊，準備對美國發動恐怖攻擊，史丹與諸多愛國的說唱家加入這場保衛戰，欲先發制人。但是，可爾萊獲知情報，反制這場軍事行動。並且，可爾萊約定以說唱戰鬥取代軍事武力。兩方人馬，各自絞盡腦汁，使出渾身解數，因饒舌戰鬥的結果，將攸關美國的存亡！史丹真的能憑高超的說唱能力，保衛美國嗎？

山山痛恨史丹，想藉凱爾和傑森的力量為自己報仇。凱爾和傑森想成為美國的英雄，深怕史丹會勝過他們。幸而，史丹的正義精神感化凱爾和傑森。然而，為了避免已受創的美國，再次發生災難，史丹與可爾萊又舉辦一場瘋狂說唱戰鬥。他會成功嗎？

PART 1: The Start of The Job

Look, this was my personal diary. About my life to be a great rapper For sure, yes. My name is Stan Duke, I’m a fan of many great rappers, Iggy Azelea, George Watasky, Slim Shady, Juicy j… you name it. I want to be like them, but it was a struggle. Everything I had experienced in my life to be a rapper was only the most I could know. If you read my diary, do not make fun of me. I’m warning you. You don’t want to experience the things I had done. Just to make sure it was worth it.
Now, I’ll begin my story…

(Warning: HIGHLY unpleasant language can be found throughout the book.)


I was born in Mississippi. I was twenty-one by that time. Well, yes, my life here wasn’t any fun. We lived in a small cottage, a very old, dusty, rotten wooden cottage. I had just gone out of the army, while being a lowly farmer with my parents-well, DIVORCED parents. I live with my dad, Josh Duke, who tried hard not to get drunk. But in any way, he looked just like a big-ass slob. He has a pot bellied frame, an unshaved mouth and with a broken white sweater and old jeans he usually wears, which he looks like a seventy-year old been a massive slob all his life. He was many years younger than that, and he is a good dad. He worked with me as a farmer, well, almost every day, and we didn’t get enough money since rarely customers would come and buy some of our own grain. Well, it’s been nearly a year of doing this and my dad only had 450$ for his profit. I always saved my god dam money in my tiny piggy bank, well, a single penny.


JUNE 21TH
I was lazily having a day off and staying in my room, writing this diary.
I put down my book and started to turn on the radio in my CD player, just in front of my bed, dusty and worn. I was listening to ‘Guts over Fear’ song by Slim Shady. You know, I personally was a fan of him.
AS YOU CAN SEE IN MY ROOM, the walls are taped with posters of many MCs that I adore and love, though my dad disapproves that. He always discourages me to be like one of them and forces me to work hard as a farmer. Still, that doesn’t destroy my dreams of becoming a rapper and make our family not being poor anymore. But I don’t think I can persuade him, anyway.
I am wearing a small worn Slim Shady T-shirt and black jeans, with black hair a bit short, small brown eyes and a happy attitude.
I was listening to the Slim Shady song when-
“Son! Come out now! Today’s the big day! We were going to Mom’s house now!” My dad called from downstairs.
Oh, great. I thought.
“Maybe for about five minutes?” I called.
“Are you listening to another MC Song again? I don’t approve that.”
“What?”
“Get out of that god dam room now!”
I quickly turned off the music and scrambled out of the room. Well, I was happy, anyway. I can finally visit my mom!
I head toward the wooden dining table, where a small bowl filled with spinach soup is awaiting for me. I tasted the soup. It was okay to me, but not to you because it smells like a bowl of greasy bitter oil with overly dense salt seasoning in it.
See, my dad’s a freakin’ stupid terrible cook.
My dad walked over to me in a blackened white bathrobe that actually forces him to become thin apart from his own chubby form. He is wearing a serious look on his face.
“Mister.” He said.
This isn’t good. Whenever he said ‘mister’ to me means I’m in trouble.
“What?” I asked.
“I did not approve of you been king on those stupid rappers. Really, they were just songs. They didn’t contain any meaning. That was just pop culture.”
“Hell, no. Slim Shady learned lessons in his life, and I can, too! What’s wrong being a rapper?”
“Music was nothing to me.” My dad replied.
“Why can’t you just give yourself a break and let me have my dream for one day?”
“I can only say that. Sorry, son, but I don’t like that. Working hard was more important. And that’s it.”
Well, same old thing. He always says that. ‘I don’t approve of blah blah blah whatever blah blah blah.’
Hell yeah that was sick. Whatever he says.
I finished my spinach soup quickly, and brushed my teeth. Then, with my dad, walked out of our house. ‘Mom’s house was about twenty miles away, and we usually go there by walking, which takes a lot of effort. It takes usually five hours to get there so we rarely come to our mom’s house.’
So by noon, we finally reached mom’s house. It was tiring since the sun was reaching a high fever temperature. Every time I get to mom’s house, the first thing I do is curse. And I said when we arrived at our mom’s house…
“Aw, s***!”
“Don’t try to curse.” My dad said.
“Oh, sorry.”
Mom’s house, compared to ours, was like an empire if you asked me. Dead seriously, we looked like a bunch of peasants.
Mom’s house is colored marble white and two stories tall, with a red concrete roof and a shiny wooden door with a sign on it! Hell yeah I want one! Our house has only a crappy, mud-covered fragile wooden door, anyway. I sure at least I could get the hell out of that one!
I knocked the door. It opened.
“Hey, little sweetie!” A sweet strawberry voice called out. It was my mom, in her mid-fifties, with pale skin, blonde hair, which didn’t match her 45-year age, anyway. She looked beautiful for that kind of age.
“Hi, mom.” I said. “Great to see you.”
“You look so handsome, darling!” My mom cooed.
“No time for this.” My dad interrupted. “We need to take care some s*** here.”
Me and my dad headed into mom’s house. My mom, named Em Duke, has a warm personality even at hard times. She has one thing opposite of my dad: She ENCOURAGES me to become an MC.
Well, when I first know it, I thought, Oh, my ass! She told me she wasn’t a fan of rappers, but, well, she knew them better than I do.
My dad and I were not familiar with mom’s furniture, but we had been like, um, twenty times here or something. What I can say is that the entire house, it’s carvings, pictures, designs, are all white. Even the bowls and couch and teapot-are white.
We sat down on the couch while mom prepared green tea for us. I sipped it. It wasn’t like those teas with dense over-flavored smells. Hell no! It was like water, but very soothing with an added natural plant like smell.
“Good tea, mom.” I said.
My dad also liked it. He then quickly said: “Dear, I am very concerned about our son.”
Mom groaned. “Oh, god dam, haven’t I’ve told you, like, two thousand times already? Why are you still concerned?”
“Studying is more important. THAT’S WHY.”
“Well, you aren’t very sure-”
“Rapping is just music, Emily. Only little d***s like Eminem would ever do it. And you don’t know WHY.”
Okay, anyway, I’ll tell you why my dad was like that. He has told me once, but I didn’t give a damn about it. He loves music when he was working as a businessman. But one time, really, when he was at his wedding day, some rapper/terrorist gunned down my dad’s employee and bombed down their building and our home. He quit badly, but mom was only sad for about two days and tries to cheer up my dad, but, well, dad did not cheer the hell up. He eventually ended up as a farmer. A very, VERY, S***TY OLD FARMER.
Yes, my dad is very anti-music like now since after that incident.
Well, cut back to where we’re going.
“It’s not just music. IT’S their life!”Mom said.
“Making life out of music? Hell, no.”
“You know, you shouldn’t let your son remain as a farmer.”
“Why?”
“Rapping can make money more than doing farmer stuff. Give your son just a break. It can change his and our lives.”
“You know my past-”
“Oh, just forget it. It was just a rapper gone insane and killed somebody, that’s all.”
“But that’s my employee.” My dad said. “All rappers are all junk like that!”
My mom slammed the table. “Don’t you judge them like junk okay? Just let your son has his dream-for once!”
“But that’s-”
“Oh, quit your whinnying, damn! Well, you and your son need to have an entire next 24 hours in my house. We can talk about it later.”
“I hope sure not.” My dad said silently.

以上內容節錄自《STAN DUKE》陳立恩（Andy Chen）◎著．白象文化出版

陳立恩（Andy Chen）
一個台灣彰化土生土長的男孩，即將升上國中。
未曾上過補習班，未有出國記錄，平日透過廣泛閱讀自學英文，能融會貫通並以寫作展現所學，聽、說、讀、寫自然天成，英文，儼然成為其學習之工具，開啟知識殿堂的鑰匙。
五歲便自發性的提筆創作，五年間完成《Lan and Leo》、《CJ7》、《Chaplin script version》等十餘本自創故事書，以及《The Universe series》、《Animal Worlds》、《Apocalypse 2012》等十餘本小百科，均為手寫本，圖文並茂、饒富童趣。
十一歲完成《Mankind vs Extraterrestrial》（人類鏖戰外星人），並於翌年（2015年1月）出版。
創作能量源源不絕，且勇於追求自我突破。為嘗試多元題材，因而創作《Stan Duke》，描寫一位青年饒舌歌手為理想奮鬥的故事，與第一本出版的科幻內容風格迥異。

Andy Chen is a Taiwanese SIX-grade boy who had learned English for nearly ten years by himself, almost graduating from primary school to junior high. Andy Chen lives in Changhua County, in Shi Hu elementary school.
He completed MvsE and published it in January 2015.
His motivation to write is seemly endless, and tried to push through any certain limitations, so he write Stan Duke, a book about a teenage boy fighting to be a rapper, opposite of the original MvsE sci-fi novel.