I’m not a YA fan, I’m never going to be a YA fan, I’ve read one Harry Potter book (the last one), and a smattering of John Green’s novels, and only after I’d been watching his and his brother’s YouTube channel for about a year– and thus knew he wasn’t a hack. I’ll be the first to admit it, but I am a literary snob, which is even harder to swallow when I come across even bigger literary snobs than me who out rightly write off The Hunger Games trilogy, because it’s A. Popular. B. Young Adult fiction, and C. It’s been bought and sold and turned into a successful film franchise. Which brings me to today’s fuming moment of well, fuming. Should The Hunger Games Be Read Or Watched? Was published today, and I read it, and while the author spouts a healthy dose of wishing more people read, and blah blah blah– he also comes off as a healthy, and giant ass-hat. Why? Because The Hunger Games trilogy doesn’t meet his apparent standards of difficulty. I’m sorry, are books that are worthwhile only worthwhile if you have to read them along with a dictionary, and then also read esoteric academic papers pulling the plot, characters, and nuances in the text apart, is that the only and proper way to read a decent piece of literature? Erm, if that’s so, then I need my English degree ripped from my cold dead hands, and also my giant copy of The Yale Shakespeare burned into a smoldering pile of ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Have you noticed a growing theme through the last few paragraphs? If you haven’t, then buurrn (see, there it was right there). Okay, here’s the deal, while I’m a sizable proponent of encouraging reading, and basking in the lovely, warm glow of a good book, I am frankly irritated by the continuous, and pompous manner in which reviewers, and critics yammer on and on about the declining intellectual fortitude and engageability of the younger generations, especially where it comes to their literary proclivities, and yes I am wholly aware that I just used a non-word. Yeah, it happens, meaning reading falls in and out of fashion, I know it does, you know it does, but while it is disturbing I am also increasingly and somewhat equally disturbed by seeing junior high school kids in sweatshirts, and shorts walking to school in 28 degree Fahrenheit weather (yeah, That was another hint).
See here assholes who can’t get past the fact that The Hunger Games trilogy is categorized and cataloged under the Young Adult book sections of our book sellers and libraries, because I read them– and my favorite novels feature hard-core adult themes, including “the sex.” Nope, not Fifty Shades, I’m a literature snob remember, and I’m not going to read that, ’cause I could daydream up better kink than that woman whilst sitting in traffic. I’m talking the big books like East of Eden, and Nabakov, and other hard to read shit, because it’s about unpleasant, gritty stuff, and the authors liked to use ten cent words, and pretend I’m blowing a raspberry, ’cause I am that mature.
The size of it is this, or the biggest fuming moment (s) of the article linked to above was the author’s blatant, flippant, and ignorant bringing up of two things: One being Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, and how today’s youth are rapidly turning our world into the world in which Bradbury wrote, yes where books are lost forever in burning piles, and ignorance is rampant, tra la la la. And Second, the peice de resistance, he lets out a subtle hint (if you’re paying attention) that he probably has not read Mockingjay. Please, just sit with that for a second.
Someone call Star Squad 451! Also, it’s Friday the day I can find anything to be snippy about.
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