I think I was sixteen before I dared to venture into the
teen section of the bookstore, which was always full of vampires and suicide and
other unpleasant things. I’m twenty four now, and I haven’t made my way onto
the adult shelves yet.
I don’t particularly want to.
It’s not like I’ve never read books meant for adults. I’ve
done all the classics, read books people recommended, grabbed interesting
things off display shelves, all of that. I’ve read plenty of adult fiction, and
some of it has been good. Maybe a lot of it. But there’s one overarching
problem that keeps me from moving on to the next section of the library.
Categories of contemporary fiction can basically be
described as: children’s fiction, teen fiction, commercial fiction, and
literary fiction.
Notice how I’ve divided the adult fiction into two distinct
parts. And you all know what I mean. You’ve got your cheap paperbacks, which
are sometimes good, but more often low enough quality that you can tell more
time and money went into marketing and overproduction than into actual writing.
And then you’ve got your “future classics,” which are all high-quality books
full of metaphors and flowery language and a lot of Literary Significance,
which ultimately tend to be about professors cheating on their wives, blonde
girls dying, etc.
I don’t want to walk into a bookstore, examine my options,
and make a choice between literary and commercial, because they both kind of
suck. I may have spent a significant portion of my life studying literature,
but mostly what I’ve learned from that is that while literature is good,
capital-L-Literature is more a way for middle aged white guys to feel good
about themselves than anything else. And commercial fiction can be a lot of
fun, and sometimes it’s really good, but sometimes I want something with more
substance, you know? And literary fiction only really provides “substance.”
There aren’t really rules for young adult fiction. Or maybe
the rules are just opposite from the ones you get in adult fiction—you have to
have both. Because kids aren’t about to put up with all that fancy, literary
crap, Actual entertainment is mandatory. Sure, I find the occasional crappy
commercial book in the YA section of the library, but you never get straight up
I-Wrote-This-So-High-Schoolers-Would-Be-Forced-to-Read-It-in-50-Years Crap, and
most of the cool stuff has actual meaning, too.
So if eternally reading about teenagers is the price I have
to pay for a combination of fun and substance, well, you know where to find me.
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