I had a Facebook message conversation with a reader recently. She mentioned that she reads both adult literature and young adult literature. I remarked that before there was a “YA” category, literature was just “literature.” And frankly, I think we were better off.
Is The Catcher in the Rye
We should always read books about the human condition.
Literature is literature. It doesn’t matter if it’s about a teenager or an old woman. What matters is if it’s well-written. Period.
Most people who read The Old Man and the Sea are not old men, and are not on the sea.
None of us will ever live near Wuthering Heights
To say a reader need be in similar circumstances to the characters in a novel is absurd. One of the most glorious things a book can do is take us to a different world. And why would we want to segregate ourselves to books in our "comfort zone?" If we are white, should we only read books about white people? If we are women, should we never pick up books about men?
One of my favorite books is As I Lay Dying. I’ve never experienced a lifestyle like any of those people’s (thankfully) – and I wouldn’t want to know them in person. They were all pretty horrible. But I felt their pain. They were human. So human.
To attach a YA label to a literary novel is a disservice to the book and to its potential readers.
Literature has enough problems in this country. It doesn’t need this extra handicap.
When people ask me what I do, I say, “I’m a writer.”
Of course, they ask, “What do you write?”
I say, “I’m a novelist, and I also write about the American Revolution.”
I don’t say “I write teen novels” – because though the protagonists are teens, and teens can relate to them, so can everyone older. I wrote the books in my late thirties, and somehow I managed to relate. Go figure.
Nor do I say that I write “picture books” about the American Revolution. Because that puts me in The Cat in the Hat category automatically. My books are illustrated, but they are not for the kindergarten crowd. My publisher deems them for “ten and up” –and “up” has no limits. Adults love my books, because they are well-written and well-researched, and they show a human side to the revolution not often revealed.
My WIP features a forty year old woman, but it goes back in time and follows her childhood. Can children alone relate to the youngest years? Can teens alone relate to the teen years? Should we chop up the book and market it to different audiences?
But we live in a marketing society, and the labels are piling up. I can’t fight them – I can only write on, and pray that my books find their way into the hands that need them. Because good literature is something needed –to enrich our souls, and to remind us that we are not alone.
Maybe we could use one more label: “human books.”
