I think this entire idea that there is something called “young adult literature” is completely bizarre. Teenagers are perfectly equipped to read and enjoy the same books that adults read. When I was 12-18 years of age, I really loved books by Balzac, Elsa Triolet, Maupassant, Hans Fallada, Leon Feuchtwanger, John Galsworthy. (No Spanish authors because, in the Soviet Union, we pretended that the Spanish-speaking world was not in existence.)
I see the creation of this spurious distinction between “adult literature” and “young adult literature” as an attempt to infantilize teenagers emotionally and intellectually.

Leave a comment