Books for children? Books for all! - by Alex Marchant
I remember a beta reader of my first
completed (as yet unpublished) novel ‘Time out of Time’ saying she thought lots
of adults might enjoy it as a ‘cross-over’ book, owing to the copious references
to my 1970s’ childhood. It was the first time I’d really thought about whether
my books could be classed as ‘cross-over’. A quick Google search suggests the
term might more readily be applied to books enjoyed by both adults and
teenagers, rather than children (e.g. https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2007/sep/19/thegrandtraditionofcrossov),
drawing on ‘coming-of-age’ themes instead
of aiming squarely at pre-teens as my books do.
But
ultimately, after publishing my first two books, The Order of the White Boar and The King’s Man, conversations with buyers
and readers (both face to face and on social media), and also various reviews, set
me thinking about who might be reading them.
One reviewer on Amazon, Anna, said she doesn't usually read children's novels, but
she loved The Order ofthe White Boar. Another, Cecily Anne, said it was 'one of the best
works of children's historical fiction' she had ever read and that she would
keep it for when her own children were ready. A third, JA Stafford, said she
had bought it as a gift for her niece and nephew but had to read it first
herself. And a fellow children’s author, Liz Flanagan, who I happened to meet
at a local school fayre, bought the book for her nephew, but later sent me a
review she wrote after reading it herself. (I can only assume both JA and Liz
are less inclined to damage books’ spines when reading than I am, if they were still
able to subsequently gift-wrap and offer them as presents…)
Alex from NHGS tweeted this after buying The Order at his school fayre |
Overall,
this seems to be a theme with readers of my books – adults, perhaps already with an
interest in King Richard III and medieval history (although not always), buying
the books for their children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, children of
friends, but first reading them themselves. Several of my beta readers were adults
with no particular interest in the subject who nevertheless enjoyed the books –
so this hasn't come as a complete surprise to me.
But
should it have?
There
has in the past been a certain amount of 'snobbishness' about children's books
in the adult literary world, and it has been demonstrated in the tiny amount of
space traditionally dedicated to reviews of children's literature in newspapers
and magazines; I seem to remember even the Guardian and Times Literary Supplement being
called out on it in the past couple of years.
Frances
Hardinge's The Lie
Tree was a very rare case of a children's/young adult
book winning a major non-children's book prize when it was awarded the
Costa Book of the Year in 2015, following Philip Pullman's success with The Amber Spyglass back
in 2001 (which won the Whitbread prize and was also shortlisted for the
Booker). Between these two came the enormous peak of success for J.K. Rowling's
Harry Potter series, with accompanying films from 2001 onwards. Soon to join
Pullman and J.K. in enjoying the Hollywood treatment is Patrick Ness's The Knife of Never Letting Go (following
the triumph of the film of A
Monster Calls, a book he co-wrote with Siobhan O'Dowd). In the past
few months, in addition, both Pullman (again) (His Dark Materials) and Malorie Blackman (Noughts + Crosses) have
had children’s/young adult works transformed into major dramas for the BBC –
both airing during the peak evening slots
at 8 or 9 p.m.
All
these books – and many others released in recent years – are masterful
treatments of very important and often dark themes and ideas; they write of
triumph and tragedy, life and death, extreme violence, loyal friendships, war,
illness, religion, ethics, injustice. Sometimes a little romance too. All
subjects for people of all ages.
Yet
why did Bloomsbury feel the need to release the Harry Potter books in
'adult-friendly' covers? Did some adults really feel embarrassed at being
seen reading a 'children's book'?
I like to think that this is
no longer the case (if indeed it was back in the early 2000s). Personally I've
never stopped reading children's books throughout my adult life. Susan Cooper,
David Almond, Malorie Blackman, Alan Garner and Rosemary Sutcliff have always
rubbed shoulders with Austen, Tolstoy, Mantel, Rushdie and Atwood (to mention
just a few on my bedside table at the moment). Is this because I write for
children? I don't think so. Maybe, conversely, I write for children because I
have always read such books – and understand their value.
I'll
leave it to others to discuss and debate the true value of books for children
and young adults – there must be plenty of PhD students and lecturers in
universities researching into the subject, gaining far greater insight and
knowledge than I ever will.
Or
are there?
What
do you think about adults reading children's books? Do let me know!
(My
thanks to Yuko, Alex, the BBC, Bloomsbury and RosemarySutcliff.com/Library Thing for the images.)
Alex Marchant is author of two books telling the story of the real King Richard III for children aged 10+, The Order of the White Boar and The King’s Man, and editor of Grant Me the Carving of My Name and Right Trusty and Well Beloved…, two anthologies of short fiction inspired by the king, sold in support of Scoliosis Association UK (SAUK).
Alex’s books can be found on Amazon at:
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Comments
As children, we shared our comics with our father, who was an enthusiastic fan of the Bash Street Kids and Faceache -- he would then take the comics to work for his workmates to read during their breaks. (His workmates overhauled and repaired electrical motors: a quite highly skilled job.)
And when I was reading picture books to much younger relatives, I was knocked out by the sheer poetry of Sendak's work, among others. So I find the idea that there's a sharp divide between books for children and books for adults a strange one.
Maybe others will correct me but I feel that someone who needs to disguise what they're reading (providing it's not 'Serial Killer's Weekly') must have a lot of anxiety about the image they're presenting to the world. If someone thinks I'm childish because I'm reading a book of fairy tales then they're making a snap judgement they may live to regret; and I can live with that.
When I was younger, children's books were exactly that - i.e. for young readers. Books for readers older than about 10 were in the adult section of the library, and I had to borrow my mum's card to take them out. But now we have 'teen' and 'YA' fiction, much of which used to be in the science fiction/fantasy section... that's where I always headed first as a teenager! I read HG Wells at 11... would that be counted as YA now?