These Kids Today!

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March 18, 2009
By Scott McLemee

At the National Book Critics Circle awards event last Thursday, I had 
the pleasure of presenting this year's Balakian citation for 
excellence in book reviewing to Ron Charles, the weekly fiction 
critic for The Washington Post -- and once, in a previous 
incarnation, an assistant professor of English at Principia College. 
He has been a finalist for the award several times, displaying great 
patience with NBCC as we've climbed the learning curve. His 
acceptance speech was, by acclaim, the highlight of the evening.

But to judge by the blog chatter, the high point of Ron's public 
impact actually came earlier this month, when his essay on the 
extracurricular reading habits of college students appeared. Citing 
recent best sellers reported from campus bookstores, he noted that 
you found nothing even vaguely akin to The Autobiography of Malcolm X 
or the poetry of Sylvia Plath or Allen Ginsberg. Instead, there were 
novels about wizardry and adolescent vampire romance.

"The only title that stakes a claim as a real novel for adults was 
Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns, the choice of a million 
splendid book clubs. Here we have a generation of young adults away 
from home for the first time, free to enjoy the most experimental 
period of their lives, yet they're choosing books like 13-year-old 
girls -- or their parents. The only specter haunting the groves of 
American academe seems to be suburban contentment. ... In the 
conservative 1950s, when Hemingway's plane went down in Uganda, 
students wore black armbands till news came that the bad-boy novelist 
had survived. Could any author of fiction that has not inspired a set 
of Happy Meal toys elicit such collegiate mourning today?"

As much as I like its author, some aspects of this complaint strike 
me as problematic. In general, of course, Ron Charles is pointing to 
a real phenomenon, a tendency towards juvenilization that seems 
all-pervasive at times. His observations call to mind Andrew 
Calcutt's Arrested Development: Pop Culture and the Erosion of 
Adulthood (Castells), an insightful book from the late 1990s that 
still seems quite on-target.

To suppose that things were really that much better in decades past, 
though, may be the historical equivalent of an optical illusion. I 
don't know whether anyone was tracking campus bookstore sales in the 
1950s or '60s. If so, the record would probably show Peyton Place and 
Happiness is a Warm Puppy doing pretty well ­ and Diana diPrima's 
poetry, or Herbert Marcuse's social criticism, not so much. When I 
arrived on campus as a freshman in 1981, my first roommate was quite 
devoted to Jonathan Livingston Seagull while the rest of my dorm was 
trying to imitate Hunter S. Thompson (in lifestyle, not prose style). 
The number of young people reading anything serious at any given time 
tends to be pretty small.

Via e-mail, I ran some of these thoughts by Ron -- who answered with 
good humor that he'd "just [been] giving a twist to the Old Man rant 
about Young People Nowadays," after all.

"The presence of a few numbers and stats gave my essay the gloss of a 
piece of sociology that it doesn't really deserve," he says. "I 
couldn't find much data about what college kids were reading in the 
'50s and '60s, and even the data available today are far more suspect 
than we usually acknowledge. For one thing, Follett and Barnes & 
Noble control a huge portion of the college bookstore market, so 
what's promoted on college campuses is far more homogenized and 
commercialized than in earlier decades. Also, many of the reporting 
college bookstores serve their communities at large, so there's no 
way to tell what's really being bought by college students and what's 
being bought by the professors' own young children or just people who 
happen to live near the university."

Much of the discussion generated by his article has ignored such 
questions and gone directly to the argument that Ron Charles is a 
conservative dinosaur who must have been a teenager circa World War Two.

Either that, or he lives on a commune in Vermont where he went into 
hiding during the Nixon years and wrote his essay out of 
disappointment that he can't recruit kids to the Weather Underground. 
(Possibly both.) Actually he is in his 40s, lives in a suburb, and 
has the demeanor of someone who sat out the Culture Wars as a 
conscientious objector.

"I was surprised and disappointed," he told me, "by the number of 
respondents who felt I wanted college students to start reading the 
works of Abbie Hoffman and other '60s and '70s writers. Or that I was 
complaining that they weren't reading more Serious Literature. That 
wasn't really my point: I was actually disappointed that they weren't 
reading more age-appropriate material: not stuff for middle schoolers 
and not stuff for adults, but all the kinds of crazy, wild, naïve, 
in-your-face, big-think literature that young people should be 
reading during that magical moment between high school and the first 
soul-crushing job."

Usually, he says, adults complain that "college students are too wild 
and irresponsible; I wanted to claim that their reading habits imply 
that they aren't nearly wild or irresponsible enough: mostly books 
borrowed from the Young Adult shelf and their parents' book clubs. 
Where's the real college lit?"

A fair question -- but one that I suspect cannot be answered with 
marketing survey data. As the late John Leonard put it, the work of a 
writer is "experienced by the reader as a competing solitude. It's 
not communal. It's intimacy to intimacy, one on one, down there with 
the demons." (Or seagulls, as the case may be.)

Last year, as a Christmas present, I gave a copy of Roberto Bolaño's 
novel 2666 to an old friend. But his daughter got to the book first, 
reading its nine hundred pages in a weekend marathon and promptly 
drawing connections to the work of Ernst Jünger. She is fourteen.

I am not prepared to make any generalizations about the Younger 
Generation on the basis of this small data set. But there are moments 
when gloom doesn't seem completely appropriate.

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