We were cross with ourselves when we realised we had omitted to wish Judy Blume a Happy 80th Birthday yesterday.
To make up for it here’s a link to an interesting and thought-provoking piece by Lizzie Skurnick that we missed when it was first published last week…
Would be interested to know what others think about it:
I wonder if the reason today’s young adult fiction feels so sexually airless is that it lacks what made Blume and her peers seem so dangerous: Their books were physically arousing. In adult books, that trait is often a reliable sign of bad writing. But for teenagers, who are still strangers or newcomers to sex, the bonus physical stimulation of something like “Forever” or “Domestic Arrangements” can be validating, a way of making pleasure ordinary, appropriate enough to check out of the library. Those books were not afraid to let teenagers know that good sex can also be a good story.