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19 Jan 2013

questions we are not asking about new adult

If you are a person in the YA lit/librarian-o-sphere, you will likely be familiar with the term New Adult. You might not be able to define this because everyone and their idiot second cousin who writes for the New York Times has a different idea. If you want a more thorough understanding of the conversation, I would certainly check out Liz’s collection of definitions at A Chair, a Fireplace, and a Tea Cozy – it’s comprehensive and even-handed, and I’ve read through her links and annotations more than once.

The rough story, however, is this – publishers, authors, and other interested parties have begun publishing, writing, and promoting a new genre of books – The New Adult Novel. These books are written for and about those slightly older than high school. Eighteen at least, probably not older than 40, but could be anywhere in that range. The subject matter may focus on “coming of age” type plot lines – the Quarterlife Crisis and all that – but maybe not. Publishing/popularity has ramped up a bit in the past year or so – a few prominent media sources have latched onto the story in the past few months and made sure the general reading public knows that s-e-x is involved.

So. New Adult. You might like or you might loathe this label. Personally, I am fairly indifferent. As a reader, I have always enjoyed YA and adult books with younger protagonists. As a librarian, I am interested in whether the books will continue to be popular over time, if they will warrant more money spent to support patron interest. As a general advocate for books and reading, I hope that New Adult books – like any books, really – will help create and maintain lifelong readers.

However, as an academic and curious-minded individual, I love talking about genre (And I am using “genre” in a very loose way here, a term that doesn’t mean anything beyond “collection of specific books and stories that we are going to give a certain label). What is most interesting to me is how everyone is talking about New Adult – book bloggers have different interests than  book-bloggers-who-are-librarians, authors who write YA vs. authors who write New Adult, with the media-at-large serving as some kind of catalyst for everyone’s interests.

And what is even more interesting to me? What we aren’t talking about when we talk about New Adult. Some articles have touched on these topics, but move along quickly to other conclusions. I would love to read some more thorough explorations of these topics, both as an exploration of this new genre (or non-genre), or just as a continuation of the discussion of how we talk about young adult lit in general.

 

There are differences between New Adult and Young Adult… but what are the similarities?

Most would agree that The New York Times’s assessment that New Adult is just “Harry Potter meets 50 Shades of Gray” is ridiculous/obviously sensational. These books that are being called New Adult are not just unexpurgated YA novels, and there are plenty of YA novels published in the YA market that are far more explicit than some of the New Adult books I’ve perused.

But what are the similarities? There are some, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking about this issue at all. Coming of age narratives. Tight, intimate first-person narration. Slice-of-life type subject matter. I suspect that New Adult is gaining traction because those who read YA books as teens or in college and loved them love them for a reason, for the particular reading experience they get from these books; these readers want to read more books like YA books, and New Adult books feel like YA books. This similar feel I think is more structural/thematic rather than content-based.

 

Is New Adult an extension of YA? Or narrowing of Adult?

Some folks see New Adult as firmly YA-based or firmly Adult-based. What does either option mean?

If we talk about New Adult as if it is Young Adult + Plus, then what is that “plus?” Sex? Character maturity? A setting that likely doesn’t include parents? This could be true but, again, there are many YA books that have these things already.

If we talk about Adult, then what qualifications make an Adult book a New Adult book? Based on the books that are being published right now as New Adult, it seems that New Adult is not just a narrowing of Adult, but a narrowing of Adult Contemporary Romance (see: Diana Peterfreund’s article). I am not a scholar of Romance Novels (do these people exist?) but I do know that romance is a genre that has many tropes, narrative patterns, and structural traditions, as does YA, which is interesting.

 

Does genre-fying a certain type of story help it flourish? Or encourage more of the same?

Labeling a genre is a problematic endeavor, but can help writers find publishers, readers find books, etc. If someone didn’t dream up the term Young Adult (sometime in the 60’s or 70’s, I’d imagine), then would we have the rich YA market we have now? Probably not, because nobody would know where to look for them.

Authors who aspire to publish their own works of New Adult Fiction might support this genre-fication for that reason – the more recognition, the more room for different authors to enter the field. The more books in the field, the better the books will become (capitalism, anyone?)

But on the other side of the coin is this fear that if the genre definitions are too narrow, then the books that don’t fit neatly into that Contemporary Romance slot will be pushed out. More writers will step in to write more Contemporary Romances, the genre will fill up with repeated story-lines, familiar characters, nothing interesting.

Which side of the fence are you on?

 

Is there something wrong with trying to make New Adult “a thing?”

Underneath a lot of the articles I’ve read about New Adult is a bit of defensiveness. Ostensibly, we, the champions of YA, are faced with popular news media yet again making grand, sensational statements regarding YA that just aren’t accurate. We do have something to defend.

But beyond that, I am wondering what is the cause of this fear of New Adult. If it’s really just and adult genre, then why give it any more concern than you would adult mysteries or science fiction? If you are a librarian and your teens want to read New Adult, then buy some books for your collection, or send them over to the other side of the library just like you would if they were looking for a copy of 1984?

One hypothesis I have has to do with the sex and the youth librarian’s ongoing relationship with young adult literature. The media is telling the world that New Adult =  Young Adult + Sex. This statement doesn’t necessarily conflate YA with Sex, but to the world at large? Maybe the separation isn’t so clear. Maybe New Adult books are for teenagers who want to read about sex. To your average youth librarian, this is a not a benign association – this is opening the door for more backlash, more challenges, more misunderstanding. Making the line clear between YA and New Adult is in the interest of the librarian, even if their teenage patrons are reading 50 Shades of Gray (and they are, by the way).

But it could also be that those who love YA aren’t that different from those that love good films, classic novels, or jazz music – we want to share our love of YA, but we also want to be cliquey about it. Loving YA is a bit of a private party – we want YA to mean what it means to us, and if “outsiders” have other opinions? Well, they don’t belong in the club anyway.

 

Are we uncomfortable with forced genres?

Maybe we just don’t like it when those outsiders try to pigeonhole books, writing, and readers (especially since those outsiders don’t write or read of what they speak). There is also the inherent conflict between writer’s interests (to make art), librarian’s interests (to provide books/information without bias), and publisher’s interests in making $$$. If publishers are helping push New Adult in a certain direction, it probably isn’t just because of their knowledge, interest, or appreciation for new and exciting fiction categories… it’s for the money.

I think I like Andrew Karre’s quote here, from an interview with author Mitali Perkins:

“I think there easily could be a bonfire to be built around the shifting definition of adulthood. I think that’s a real cultural phenomenon, but it needs to come from the writers not the marketers.”

And also not sensational articles from the mass media.

What does this all have to do with self publishing?

The books that have triggered this New Adult kerfuffle are a specific bunch… and they were all self-published.

Now THAT is interesting. Is New Adult the first of many “niche” genres that might arise in this way? What does this mean for readership of these books? Current data says that teenagers haven’t adopted eReading in significant numbers, so are these self-pub trends mostly adult-driven?  In the future, if teenagers do become eReaders will this picture change?

And also, do we all have an unspoken bias against these books called New Adult because, like many self-published books…. uh, they kinda suck? I’ve tried to read a few. They read like 50 Shades of Grey – weak characterization, poor writing, predictable plotlines. And what’s worse is that the premises seem fun, the covers inviting, but then you start reading and realize that you are still reading a self-published book. After tossing away Beautiful Disaster after a hundred pages, I felt a little uneasy towards reading anymore New Adult; I read April’s rather… uh… spirited review of another New Adult title that caught my eye – Molly McAdams’s Taking Chances – and I thought to myself, “Yeah, I would probably think the same thing if I read it. Pass.”

And yet, people are still spending money on these books, still enjoying them. What does THAT mean for the future of books and reading?

Why do we care so damn much?

Why do you feel like commenting on this issue? Why do you feel like you have something to say? What tugs at you? What are the issues you decide, as a blogger, a professional, or a thinker, are worth debating? If you are a librarian, do you think that talking about these issues is an important part of your job? Why?

 

Anyway, if anyone wants to write a blog post/article/dissertation on any one of those topics, I would be interested in reading it.

 

16 Jan 2013

on characters + people + love

“Some people say that sex is basic and underlies all these other loves – love of friends, of God, of country. Others say that it is connected with them, but laterally; it is not their root. Others say that it is not connected t at all. All I suggest is that we call the whole bundle of emotions love, and regard them as the fifth great experience through which human beings have to pass.

When human beings love they try to get something. They also try to give something and this double aim makes love more complicated than food or sleep. It is selfish and altruistic at the same time, and no amount of specialization in one direction quite atrophies the other.”

E.M. Forster, Aspects of the Novel

08 Jan 2013

middle school realism: where art thou?

I was recently charged with a task I thought would be straightforward and fun – assemble five great realism titles, published relatively recently, that will appear on the Grades 6 through 8 summer reading list. Oh, I like realism! And kind-of-YA! Straightforward! Fun!

Yeah, no, it sucked. It was REALLY HARD!  I browsed through all my 2012 review journals, blog-surfed, awards list, my own reading… and pickings were surprisingly slim. Where is all the middle school realism hiding, friends?

This struggle could have been due to my strangely particular parameters – no fantasy, of course, but no mysteries, and no historical either. But once you eliminate those, you are not left with much. I know that fantasy and sci-fi have taken over the YA market, but I think that YA has a steady niche for new, contemporary realism authors to squeeze in. I’m afraid, though, that the slightly-younger-YA scene is a little more decimated.

 

This struggle could also be a product of my own reading tastes. Yes, I adore realism – I do now, and I did when I was in middle school. The 90s, however, seemed to provide a little more fodder for my tastes than these aught-10’s seem to be providing. I’ve told you a million times about how much I love Alice McKinley, who fits neatly into that little bump between MG and YA. I was also a fan of Todd Strasser (How I Changed My Life was probably my favorite), Ron Koertge’s Confess-o-rama, and everything Judy Blume. Some of my favorites did qualify as young-YA, some as definite middle grade. Maybe this is why the 6th to 8th grade range is hard to nail down – it straddles publishing ranges, library shelving arrangements, and my it’s probably just much simple to write/publish a book with “up to 5th grade”age range or “9th and up.” It’s straightforward. Easy. Fun.

Anyway, I wish there were more realism titles published for this age group, more resources for promoting and discovering new books and authors, because it would have made my job easier, yes, but also because I think middle school is an important reading age. At least it was for me – what all of those above books have in common is that someone put them in my hand. Christmas presents, birthday gifts, recommendations from my librarian mother. A grown-up found them for me, gave them to me, and because I wasn’t a competitive reader, had little to no established reading tastes, and because my parents didn’t allow me to own video game consoles, I read them. And I liked them. And they helped me become the reader I am. As much as I love that boy wizard, I think that most boys and girls should enter high school having read something other than Harry Potter, just in case they might like it.

In case you have a 2010s middle schooler to hand a book to who doesn’t want to read any of my 90s wonders above, here’s a rather short list of some of the titles I did manage to pin down:

 

02 Jan 2013

your reading life

Reading is something that I do professionally, as a hobby, as a means for social interaction, as a lifelong habit I will never kick. I want to read new books in my field and classics and award-winners and award-contenders, but I also want to read what makes my heart sing. It’s a fine balance that I’m sure many of you lit-folks understand – your reading is a public endeavor, a means to a larger end, but it will still always be a deeply personal, deeply important experience. If it wasn’t, then you wouldn’t read so damn much.

And I saw all of your Goodreads challenge goals yesterday. You guys read too damn much.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that there are books you have to read, books you think you should read, books that you want to read, and the beauty of this whole reading thing is that at any given time you have the ultimate freedom to choose. Like any other freedom, this is brilliant and exciting and fun, but also sometimes terrifying.

Anyway, what I’m really trying to say is – I am done with my Cybils reading, my library is filling holds once again, it is the new year, and I am assigning far too much metaphysical importance to which books to read next.

I’ve been thinking about Kelly’s post over at Stacked about Reading Resolutions and Reading Challenges and how, at the end of the day, she finds them personally unsatisfying. Although I am not a person who feels stressed out about goals (HAVE MORE OBVIOUS WORDS EVER BEEN SPOKEN), I also shy away from said challenges, maybe for the same reasons. I might love reading from a syllabus – a proscribed list of Must Reads, if you will – but when the syllabus is a list of titles arbitrarily selected by myself or an outside party, I feel itchy.

So where’s the happy medium? I have no idea. It’s probably different for every professional reader. I have friends who read nothing but Should Reads and Must Reads for weeks, then binge on tawdry romances and trendy adult fantasy for a week or so to reset. Some friends set modest genre quotas for the year, read at least an ARC a month, take recommendations from patrons, read the award winners every year – small moves to keep their reading intentional and professional without submitting that personal reading control.

Personally, this year I’d like to strike this balance by seeking more organic reading patterns. Read deeper into a genre that interests me, read a series straight through, read a chunk of award winners, let a topic pull my interest and read more to get a broader understanding.

One of the most satisfying reading experiences I’ve had was from a graduate class a few years back in which we read an author’s body of work straight through, chronologically; by the end of the run, I felt like I had learned so much about an author’s life, her career, her evolving talent and the ever changing landscape of children’s publishing, but it was also intensely intimate, an almost sure-fire way to make you a lifelong fan. The practice really hit that sweet spot between professionally-useful reading and personally-satisfying reading, and that’s what I’m really going for: reading in a way that fans the flames of professional passion.

I’m thinking I will start off 2013 with one of my favorite genres, one that I didn’t pay much mind to in 2012, and mixing in a little re-reading (which I probably love more than reading). Five romances for the new year for me; cheers to you and your reading year and to books that make you love books!

 

1. Love and Other Perishable Items by Laura Buzo

2. Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

3. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith

4. The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen

5. Meant to Be by Lauren Morrill

 

 

16 Oct 2012

read what sets you on fire

As a born+bred, habitual, compulsive, lifelong reader, not reading for any period of time feels strange. Not wanting to read feels stranger. Like not wanting to eat.

My response to reading malaise is to meander between books: books I think I should read, books I was excited about at some point, books that have been sitting on my shelves for years, books that I’ve been halfway through for months. It doesn’t usually feel great – I force myself to finish chapters, knowing that I’ll never finish, which is painful and discouraging and I think that I will never want to read again.

Then I find a book that works. Usually something that is easy to read, which is code for books that might be considered Chick Lit or Ghostwritten or Otherwise Embarrassing and Trashy. I find myself choosing Book over Internet (!) I get really excited when I sit down on the subway and remember that I get an mostly uninterrupted 15 minutes of reading.

One or two books set a spark, and then I’m back to my regular hold-addicted, book juggling self.

Maybe I just need to stop thinking so hard and just read what gets the fire started.

 

27 Sep 2012

life as a normal human: sick days

You go to sleep with a sore throat, wake up with a headache. Walking from bedroom to bathroom seems about all the walking you can muster at a time.

So you call in sick.

And it’s been a long time since you’ve called in sick. In school, you were prone to going to class ill, saving your absences for more relaxing/fun endeavors. In recent months, you maybe even “scheduled” sick days, staggered to miss different jobs, so you wouldn’t have to work fourteen straight days… but when you were actually sick? Have fun with a 12 hour day…

Waking up and letting your body just be ill. Sleeping in a little, drinking tea, taking medicine. You watch TV until you get too tired, you play games until you get too tired, feel unproductive and try to clean up your house until you get too tired.

You rest, you get a little better, a little less contagious.

You read a book.

A cat sits on your lap.

Life as a normal human.

04 Sep 2012

Paper Covers Rock by Jenny Hubbard

E-books. Let’s skip the “Is Print Dead?” and “Are Publishers Evil to Libraries?” debate and just talk about reading for a minute.

Do you think you read differently on your electronic reader of choice than you do a print book? I’ve found my eBooks pile up, unread, faster than my print books do (which is saying something, let me tell you…), maybe because eBooks don’t make an actual pile per se. They stay tucked away in their little digital home, minding their own business.

Unless, I’ve recently learned, they are un-put-downable.

Jenny Hubbard’s Paper Covers Rock was one such book. Alex is a sixteen-year-old student at an all-male boarding school. One of Alex’s best friends – Thomas – has just drowned after the boys jumped from a rock into the river, and in order to process, to distract, and to confess his own implication, Alex begins this, his “novel.” Short chapters jump quickly back and forth in time as Alex remembers good and bad times with Thomas and their friend Glenn and recalls the moments leading up to the accident, but like all teenagers (all people?), Alex gets distracted from literary re-tellings by moments in his present-day life. An intense and possibly reciprocated crush on his young English teacher – who may know more than she’s letting on about the accident – pervades Alex’s life, and the novels and poems of the classical canon she loves pervades Alex’s writing – the book is full of quotations, allusions, and general old-book-talk. As their relationship grows and Alex begins to reveal details from Thomas’s death and Glenn starts to act completely crazy, the tension lured me back to that silver eReader and away from my other reading.

I will say that when I’m reading an un-put-downable eBook, I start to click that little forward arrow faster than my eyes can probably be necessary. And reading this book so quickly and on an electronic device felt extra strange because A) this is a significantly literary-type book, one that could afford a little slow-reading, B) it is chock-FULL of bits of even MORE literary-type works (Moby Dick, Thoreau, lots of poetry) and C) it is set in the 80’s, when books were still made of paper.

The premise might seem to you more seasoned YA fans to be a direct rip-off of A Separate Peace, but it’s more like a variation on a theme, an deeper exploration of character,  a satisfying companion. Whatever your choice of mediums, I would recommend Paper Covers Rock wholeheartedly.

20 Jul 2012

what my family is reading

I am nosy, so I ask everyone what they are reading. Also, at my parents’ house, you are apt to spot people reading “in the wild” of the living room or bedroom, or books found dog-eared or bookmarked on the kitchen table or in purses. It is easy to be a snoop.

My almost-17-year-old sister just finished…

The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker, which she was speed-reading so she could also finish up…

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein so she could give me her copy.

She is obviously the most trendy reader in the household, and the sweetest.

My almost-nineteen-year-old-sister who is home from college is reading…

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith. Silly.

My twenty-four-year-old wannabe actuary sister is reading

Divergent by Veronica Roth. Again. After reading Insurgent. Because it’s the only book she has to read on her Kindle right now…

My librarian mama is reading

The Feast Nearby by Robin Mather, because she will be a visiting author for a community library program.

My historically ambitious papa has been reading biographies of the Presidents for an eon or so now. He has made it up to…

Rutherford B. Hayes: Warrior and President by Ari Hoogenboom. Which, I think, could be one of the better author’s names I have ever come across…

My future husband, aka, that boy I live with, finally finished

Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong by Terry Teachout. I may now return it to the library and never again pay a fine related to this particular title that has been checked out from various libraries since January of this year.

There are also seven or eight dogs & cats living in this house, currently.

None of them are reading. Nearly all of them are hissing.

 

 

03 Jun 2012

Something Blue by Emily Giffin

What do you read when you can’t read anything good?

Something Blue, of course.

Fine literature is fine, but there is something to be said for reading 150 pages in a day, for picking up a sequel a year after reading its predecessor and needing zero plot reminders to slip right in.

Maybe I’ve been trying to hard. Maybe I just need a break. Reading doesn’t have to be work all the time. Sometimes, it can just be reading.

15 May 2012

Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen

Some time ago, I resolved to re-read the oeuvre of Sarah Dessen in order of publication.

My reading notions proved – as they usually do – a bit ambitious. I did not read any older Dessen titles that year, and in 2011 I only managed two out of ten.

The two I did read –  That Summer and Keeping the Moon – came at a time in the final weeks of August. I had just finished a class that crammed 20 or so books into thirty days, and I marathoned  the last three Harry Potter books before seeing the final movie. I didn’t need a rest – I was on a roll. I was anxious to dive back into another world before the next semester arrived and force-fed me science fiction and fantasy.

It was surprising how well these older Dessen titles sucked me in. I couldn’t put them down, read them while walking, felt sad to trade them for the Chronicles of Prydain as the semester approached. The stories were familiar, since I have re-read since first discovering Dessen in high school, but I read with a mix of new appreciation and nostalgia. What happened on the page didn’t match up with my memory… I read different characters differently, took interest in sub-plots I missed, saw the evolution of Dessen’s distinct settings and characters. And there was a lot I just plain didn’t remember properly. Heck, I even violated the fundamental premise of my reading task by mis-remembering the publication order.

Two semesters later, I finally picked up the one I forgot:  Someone Like You. I remembered that when I was in high school, this book was the popular one, the title that drew many new readers to the Dessen fan club. I also remembered that it seemed so dramatic, so sad; a tragic death right at the start, followed  by teen pregnancy, fitful friendships, and lots of fights with parents. I liked it when I first read it, but never picked it up again while reading other Dessen titles three and four times over. I started to wonder why everyone liked it so much.

But Someone Like You was not the book I remembered. Maybe this says something about me and my experience with female friendships, but I kept waiting for Scarlett to take over. She was the prettier friend, the luckier friend, the one who got to fall in love. She was a pregnant teen, yes, but she was so pretty and so lucky that this transgression was somehow looked over, somehow even worked to her advantage, leaving Halley even further from the spotlight. Halley’s affair with bad boy Macon was a form of self-destructive rebellion, something to be kept secret, away from judging eyes.

I remembered an entirely different book than exists. This time around, Scarlett was strong but Halley was stronger. Scarlett never asked more than Halley wanted to give. Halley wanted a boyfriend – love, sex, excitement – not validation, but either way, the trajectory of her relationship with Macon was heart-breakingly real to me; how every single one of my high school relationships ended.

Reading Someone Like You reminded me that in spite of the unique, visceral pleasure that is Reading a Sarah Dessen Novel, there is something underneath her stories that is a little raw. Bits of truths that make me think about myself and my teenage self and my life a bit differently.

Hiding behind a pretty cover, masked by a cute romance, there is something painful and true in these words, and now that I have some time on my hands, I can’t wait to move through the series again and see how I’ve changed.