My prediction: “Boxers & Saints v Far Far Away, Judge Patrick Ness. I’m putting my money on Far Far Away.”
What it was: Boxers and Saints vs Far Far Away! YAY.
What advanced: Boxers and Saints. BOO.
I am not booing Ness’s decision; no, I’m booing myself and luck in that I didn’t guess the right title.
Even if I were giving a boo to Ness, based on his judgment, I think he’d be able to take it — after all, he can dish it out.
Boy, can he dish it out.
But I actually got sidetracked by something that really didn’t have to do with the decision. Rather, it was Ness’s assertion that the young adult books of his adolescence weren’t good: “I, like so many others my age, tended to skip teenage fiction altogether and go straight to Stephen King for one simple reason: Judy Blume aside (and God bless her forever and forever), most of the rest of it lied.”
And it goes on, and all I can think, is — huh.
I know, I know, I know — it’s the golden age of YA. But just because there is a lot of terrific YA books now, doesn’t mean that there weren’t terrific books then.
Just because the books weren’t in your library or bookstore, didn’t mean they weren’t in mine, or others.
Just because you didn’t know about them, didn’t mean they weren’t there.
Just because you didn’t want to read them, didn’t mean they weren’t read and loved by others, and that, yes, they meant something to others.
Norma Klein, Julian Thompson, Janine Boissard, to name just a few. Check out Lizzie Skurnick’s imprint at Ig Publishing for more.
I get it, I get it: not everyone found these books, or liked these books. But…they were there. And they pushed boundaries: having sex without being in love, parents wanting unruly children dead. Just to name a few.
Sorry to go so far off topic, and to react to a bit of a minor part of the review, but this is one of my buttons!
Topic: one other thing. Boxers & Saints, which is two volumes, is talked about as one book. Not two. Which I’ll be writing more about later!