So this afternoon M & I got into a discussion about this charming column by Joel Stein.
If you just read it, go read M’s post about it over on Whoosh!, which succinctly outlines the several reasons why Mr. Stein has his head somewhere it shouldn’t fit. Stein’s point, for those who don’t want to waste the time it would take to scan his few fairly lame paragraphs, is (more or less) that it’s embarrassing to see adults reading YA fiction. They ought to stick to books of their own age level. Leave the YA to tween girls, everybody! Adults should rightly be reading serious, thought-provoking literature, and save the cheap entertainment for lesser media like movies or video games.
Yeah, I think he sounds like a pretentious twit too.
Note: Mr. Stein is ostensibly a humor writer, and he seems to subscribe to the school of humor that claims Brief Generalization is Funny; a Well-Argued Point Lacks Punch. Might we therefore take all this with a full shaker of salt? His satirical forays as a columnist for Time don’t seem to scream “Take my opinion seriously,” and indeed he was shocked that this July 2010 article, about the influx of Indian immigrants to his hometown in New Jersey, was considered offensive–because, you know, who ever got offended by race jokes? …If you’re thinking “What an idiot,” then you and I are on the same page, but that’s a sign of a dude who really does not know or care what he implies when he writes.
It’s lazy satire. Lazy satire of the kind that’s so sloppily composed it’s unclear how much the author means what he/she says–and this particular instance of it, while it may not mean well, means very little. As far as I can gather, Joel Stein is best-known for his few controversial columns, all of which got him attention for a while but weren’t, well…well-written enough to merit much more than he got. This is a guy who wields at most a plastic butter knife of satirical journalism. Fear him not, for he shall pass away.
Especially since his apparent refusal to research his topics will put him on a fast ship to the far island of Irrelevance. Seriously, man. If you’re going to make claims about YA fiction, at least try and pretend you’ve heard of something that wasn’t Harry Potter, Twilight, or The Hunger Games.
Which brings me to the point I came here to make. Or fail to make coherently; I think I’m running a fever right now. This dismissal of YA is misguided and possible because wow, do we ever not know what genres are.