This is my review of Ruth Graham's article Against YA atSlate.com.
YA stands for Young Adult fiction. Titles like The Call Of
The Wild, The Hobbit, To Kill A Mockingbird, The Outsiders, Anne Of Green
Gables, Flowers For Algernon, Something Wicked This Way Comes, Harry Potter,
Twilight, The Book Thief, Hunger Games, and Fault In Our Stars could all fall
under this genre (see the NPR list), but I think Ruth Graham is specifically
targeting YA in the last couple decades starting approximately with Harry
Potter. So, why is Graham up in arms about YA? Because it’s written for
teenagers, with simplistic plot and character development, rudimentary ethics,
and falsely tidy resolutions.
In other words, adults should be wanting more.
“…mature readers…find satisfaction of a more intricate kind
in stories that confound and discomfit, and in reading about people with whom
they can’t empathize at all. A few months ago I read the very literary novel
Submergence, which ends with a death so shattering it’s been rattling around in
my head ever since. But it also offers so much more: Weird facts, astonishing
sentences, deeply unfamiliar (to me) characters, and big ideas about time and
space and science and love."
The qualities of good stories that she mentions are what we
all should want out of a truly challenging and growth-stimulating book, but it
would be hard to regard these traits as exclusive to the books Graham is
specifically advocating for (which are what exactly?) and not present in some
degree of concentration in some YA. And that’s the problem I have with her
article: it’s too categorical and dogmatic.
She does, however, make some great points, like her
eye-rolling take on a feature of Fault In Our Stars:
“This is, after all, a book that features a devastatingly
handsome teen boy who says things like “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in
the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things” to
his girlfriend, whom he then tenderly deflowers on a European vacation he
arranged.”
Yeah. That’s kind of dumb. It’s not that she’s criticizing
the juvenile nature of juvenile literature, but she’s mostly concerned about
adults who want to continue to mentally and emotionally exist as a child and
not raise the bar on their expectation of the world and their behavior in it.
Besides that, she says it may not be fair to kids to spoil their fun by having
adults over-indulge in their world—which is sort of a neutral, experimental
ground between innocence and responsibility—at the cost of annoyance with, and
loss of confidence in, adults.
“I wouldn’t have wanted to live in a world where all the
adults were camped out in mine.”
Bam. Here’s the crux: adults have a hard time being adults,
just like teenagers have a hard time being teenagers. But what would we as
adults think of teenagers who wanted to keep solely reading Dr. Seuss? Sure,
it’s good that they’re reading, but are they learning? Let’s be honest, we want kids to learn to
read at least some material that helps them come to grips with their changing
situations, and challenges them to think, grow, and become more complex,
capable beings. There is nothing wrong with nostalgia—which is, in essence, an
appreciation of the formative events and warm relationships in a person’s
life—but when it amounts to an obsession with the past, or an obsession with
someone else’s experience and stories, it begins to run the risk of a denial of
one’s own life. Escapism on a small scale can be healthy as it gives us a
chance to dream a new situation and plan our acts accordingly, but a constant
avoidance of present problems becomes a type of brain-candy that makes one feel
that everything is okay when it isn’t, and can be positively harmful.
Graham is probably going to catch some flak for sentences
like, “I’ve…gotten purer plot-based highs recently from books by Charles
Dickens and Edith Wharton…” I know what she’s saying, and I agree, since I love
Charles Dickens, but that might be viewed as a form of escapism and nostalgia
itself, since, much like YA, it deals with some problems specific to its own
age. Graham might opine, “But much of it is still relevant in principle even if
some parts suffer from outdated style, language, and ideas!” True, as does YA
fiction.
So, while I agree with much of what Graham writes, I also
believe a certain caution might be in order to not leap to an absolute
condemnation of YA. There’s a lot of good there. And who am I to say that
adults who have not learned to delay instant gratification, or who aren’t as
ideologically oriented as I am, shouldn’t spend more time on teen literature,
even if it seems a backward step for other adults. I would rather a person be
honest and read at the level they are at, albeit, with options and
encouragement (which I think Graham is advocating for) for growth and
advancement when they are ready. Telling adults they’re ready for more, and all
adults actually being ready for more, are two different things. There are a lot
of adults who haven’t really developed intellectually or emotionally beyond the
teen years, so should we really be censuring all adults for reading YA? Or
should we be encouraging adults to continually try challenging material and
helping them learn how to get more out of what they’re reading?
I think the latter. And I think, for the most part, that is
what Ruth Graham is interested in, even if it sounds like she slips into a
pontifical, elitist attitude from time to time in her article to create a
scandalous—and therefore sellable--read. I applaud her for recognizing the need
for adults to ‘grow up’, and for sounding the call to a greater thought life. I
especially love her more positive approach to provoking adults:
“There’s a special reward in that feeling of stretching
yourself beyond the YA mark, akin to the excitement of graduating out of the
kiddie pool and the rest of the padded trappings of childhood: It’s the thrill
of growing up…But don’t take my word for it. Listen to Shailene Woodley, the
22-year-old star of this weekend’s big YA-based film. “Last year, when I made
Fault, I could still empathize with adolescence,” she told New York magazine
this week, explaining why she is finished making teenage movies. “But I’m not a
young adult anymore—I’m a woman.””
Ruth Graham is concerned about people not challenging
themselves to grow, and, frankly, I am too; but for those who are reading
challenging material—material appropriate to their personal stage of growth and
supportive in their personal progress—then there is no need to only read one
genre or one age level. I’d say read it all and enjoy it all, from Green Eggs
And Ham to Hamlet. Imagine a world where adults no longer appreciated The
Giving Tree because it was for kids! We don’t want to slip into a denial of
those foundational principles on which we build our complex ideologies—that’s
nonsense. As long as you’re challenging yourself, reading for fun is healthy
and beneficial.
My conclusion? The title of Graham’s article, Against YA, is,
much like some Young Adult fiction, a bit over-the-top, like I’m sure she meant
it to be.