Horses = Sex (Making the HP/Equus Connection All the More Fun)
Good morning, sleepyheads. Time to brush the sleep from your eyes and quick-as-quick defend your love of children's literature. A Ms. Rebecca Ore, adult author, has tossed a gauntlet of interesting points and pricks. Here's what she has to say in an opening paragraph from a piece on her blog:
Children's fiction doesn't, on average, sell directly to its primary audience and is more likely to reflect adult views of what childhood is than the real thing. Most children begin reading adult fiction as soon as they're capable as most children are markedly less sentimental about childhood than most adults. Most adults don't understand what kids get from Aesop's Fables, the fantasies of dying and failing and making excuses. YA books are for the average readers, rarely for the readers who'll continually passionate reading as adults.Better than coffee, no? That stuff'll just work like toothpicks to your eyelids.
Anywho, the piece goes on and is less inflammatory after that rarum scarum opening. There are some standard comparisons to horses in children's books. Nothing you haven't heard before. A nice concentration on Babar's butt (though no mention of his racism, which is rare and to be grateful for, I think).
This may yet be an example of someone indulging in sweeping generalizations about books they haven't kept a close eye on as of late, of course. On the other hand, maybe she has a point or two. While no contemporary titles are mentioned (and no YA for that matter), how do you react to the idea that, "Children are erotic in ways that most adults don't apparently remember, and it's the male writers of children's books that seem to understand this more than the female"?
There is nothing I like more in this world than a writer with an opinion. Give me that over the standard line any old day.