Some thoughts on YA lit, then and now
I loved YA books when I was growing up, but my only complaint about them was their occasional lack of realism. Hardly anyone was sexually active, or even seemed to think much about sex. Of the few who did engage, most of them instantly seemed to get pregnant. Except for a couple of Sandra Scoppettone books, there were no gay characters. Drugs were only brought into the picture as a moral lesson: do drugs and you end up dead or insane. Kids rarely even cursed in these books.
All of which was a contrast to the real world I saw around me--a world in which kids had keg parties, and used the F word, and complained in the girls' locker room about the side effects of their birth-control pills. And, mind you, I lived in a nice middle-class suburb.
It's a relief to me that today's YA books are far more realistic. And yet, they come under fire from censors and would-be censors for that very reason. Which always makes me want to say, "Do you think that if you prevent a kid from reading about this situation, that you're preventing him from witnessing--or living--this situation in real life?" Isn't it better to talk to kids about what they're reading and what they're living and how they feel about it and what they think about it, than just trying to take a book away? What about kids who've lived through harsh experiences--don't they deserve books with characters who've gone through the same things?
There's a line between the descriptive and the prescriptive. Writing about "what is" is not the same as writing as "what should be." Some of us think that writing about "what is" is one of the best ways to get people talking about "what should be."
