In defense of the sanctimonious women's studies set || First feminist blog on the internet

Happy Banned Book Week!

Amanda and Redneck Mother have some substantive posts that are both worth reading. My experience growing up was similar to theirs — my parents never censored what I read, as long as it was in book form (I wasn’t allowed to read teen magazines until I was actually a teenager, and Cosmo and Glamour were definitely off limits until I was in later high school). Part of their reasoning, I think, is that I was a voracious reader and would read just about any book I got my hands on, and so there wasn’t much of a point in trying to bar me from reading certain things — if I wasn’t allowed to read them in the living room, I’d just stay up until 2am reading them with a flashlight under my covers. So even when I was reading books like “Disclosure” in 7th grade, I think they figured that it would be one of many things I’d read, and that it was better for me to be reading something “mature” than to not be reading at all, or to be reading The Babysitter’s Club until I was 16. I was addicted to Steven King in late elementary school, and moved on to John Grisham and Michael Crichton by middle school. As long as I was also reading somthing substantive, my parents didn’t really have a problem with it.

And reading the banned list, I see a bunch of books that my parents purposely gave me, with Judie Blume being the most obvious example. Of the top 100 most challenged books, I spot many of my favorites (and many that were assigned to me in school): I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Bridge to Terabithia, The Catcher in the Rye, The Color Purple, The Bluest Eye, Beloved, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc. And as Amanda says, the primary connection between all these books is their ability to make adults really uncomfortable, be it through talking about sex, talking about the issues that adolescents face, or talking about oppressive social forces that we have yet to fully move away from.

I would further argue that it’s part of the general anti-intellectualism we see on the right. Now, people on the left have certainly sought to challenge books as well, but not nearly to the extent that we’ve seen from social conservatives in the United States — and the most frequent challenges reflect that. If we just don’t read about sex and racism and curse words, then they will somehow cease to be issues, apparently. If we simply say it’s inappropriate, then it ceases to be real.

Of course, this isn’t such a step away from how our current administration goes about its business. It doesn’t like a particular fact or issue? Simply put the President up there to say, “It’s not happening” or “We don’t think that’s true” and call it a day. These head-in-the-sand policies, which social conservatives have always relied on, have filtered up to the very top positions of power in this country. That’s a scary thing, and should serve as a reminder that the anti-intellectualism that encourages book-bannings and Intelligent Design theories taught on par with evolution and claims that global warming is a myth isn’t just a funny red-state religious-right thing that we can afford to giggle at and ignore. It’s an entire life philosophy that, at its heart, is anti-enlightenment and deeply frightening. It starts in school libraries, reaches out into the classrooms, and has somehow made its way up to the Presidency. Progressives have to be vigilant in fighting extremism in all its forms, including in our schools, our towns and our homes.

Celebrate Banned Book week — go and buy yourself a copy of one of the top 10, or check it out from the library.


39 thoughts on Happy Banned Book Week!

  1. Book banning is all about libraries, and most public libraries are sadly underfunded. Instead of buying yourself a book, see if your library has every book on the list; if you find any holes, purchase a copy of the book and donate it to the the library.

  2. How did Where’s Waldo? get on the list?

    IIRC, an urban legend started about a topless sunbather in one of the beach scene (like most urban legends, there are variations). I can’t recall if there’s any grain of truth in that or not, but anyone uptight enough to call for it to be banned (I mean, heck, if you can *find* it, I’m sure you deserve to take a look) isn’t going to take the time to confirm, right?

  3. Excellent post, Jill. My mom was very strict about television, but we were allowed anything in print.

    Then there was the time I came home with a copy of Pauline Reage’s Story of O. I was in ninth grade. That tested Mom, but she stayed committed to her principles. She let me read it, but insisted on discussing it with me — something I found embarrassing but enlightening. I expect I’ll be the same way with my kids. Read what you like, but I’ll monitor TV, internet, and even magazines much more closely.

    Man, that book is unreadable now.

  4. I went to Andover, Chimpy’s alma mater. Not the most pleasant experience, but one nice thing is that we could read books that had some sexual content without a lot of pinheads getting their shorts in a knot.

  5. My mom was an elementary school librarian for many years, and I heard lots of crazy banned book stories from her. My two personal favorites are “In the Night Kitchen”, a favorite book of mine when I was little, protested because a hand-drawn illustration – gasp! – shows a little boy’s naked behind. Several other books have gotten raked across the coals for similar reasons. The other was a recent book called “And Tango Makes Three” – that one I haven’t yet read, but it covers two male penguins at a zoo. Apparently the two had paired off and were behaviorally indicating (however penguins do) that they wanted to incubate an egg. The zoo obliges, and a little female penguin named Tango is born – hence Tango Makes Three. The two male penguins raise her, it’s very sweet, fuzzy penguins make everyone go “awww”, and dozens parents ran screaming to the library to protest this evil evil book that makes homosexuality seem normal to their hetero-assumed impressionable six-year-olds. We live in a hardcore liberal state (albeit in one of the more conservative areas) – wtf?

    She’ll be working with older kids soon. I just hope she’s as good at shutting up the Harry Potter freakouts as she was with the “my five-year-old can’t handle a drawing of a butt” crowd.

  6. The only book on that list that I remember from my generation was Judy Blume’s Forever. My father found it in my book bag when I was in the eighth grade. He went nuts. He had good intentions but his temper got in the way of any message he may have wished to impart. Gather that with a very, very uptight protestent upbringing and you have a tempest of secrets, guilt and questions. He never ‘discussed’ the book, just screamed a lot about reading such ‘trash’.

    Never mind that I was collecting porn mags that were strewn about the outside bank of a house in the bad section of town I walked through to get home everyday from junior high school. I knew more about sex according to porn than most adults did at that time. That did more damage to my self image as a female than any silly novel about first love and sexual experimentation.

    Funny thing is that my father always considered himself a liberal and has always had a huge library from which I was free to imbibe. I was reading Jack Kerourac, Ayn Rand and others long before high school. We also discussed Catcher in the Rye. But that was considered ‘high literature’ so that was ok.

    The other books on the list my own kids have had in their personal libraries growing up. I agree with Hugo, who apparently had an intelligent mother. I was always open with what my kids were exposed to, but also mandated we talk about teevee, music videos and books and their social meaning and context. Teach critical thinking, that’s the job of a parent.

    My son went through a phase of trading porn mags that one of his friends would steal from his father. I found them stashed in the barn, etc. He was usually embarrassed and would deny that he got much from them. Again, much as he hated it, I would initiate a discussion about sexual roles portrayed in porn.

    In high school I had a copy of Mao’s Little Red Book and carried it with me in school when I was reading it. That lifted more eyebrows than any Judy Blume book could have. I remember my stepmother giving me a very serious discussion on how ‘everyone knows there really is a god and its ok to question but…’ I was studying chinese philosophy pretty heavily and I guess was bound for hell. My father didn’t say a word, I just kind of snickered and read what I wanted.

    But anything about sex, now that was verboten!

  7. I’ve actually read some of them, although I see a lot that I’ve been meaning to read for awhile. My parents, I give them a lot of credit, were fairly liberal with what I was allowed to read despite how strict they were with everything else. I also started on Stephen King pretty early, and I was told not to read It because it was too scary for a 7th grader (they were right, I read it anyway and it scared me half to death) and the Stand because it was too graphic. Those are the only two I remember being not allowed to read. My mom actually encouraged me to read Forever by Judy Blume. And Jill, I read Dicsclosure in 8th grade… the librarian raised an eyebrow, but she was used to my taste in books and didn’t give me a hassle. I used to live in the library during my study halls.

  8. Captain Underpants. Really, now. I don’t care for them, because I am not a 9 year old boy, but seriously. Banning them? Young boys are going to make potty jokes no matter what. If my sons have to read to get the jokes, so be it. The Cap’n actually uses some really big words. Granted, a lot are spelled wrong, but that acts as a good teaching point.

  9. I think the only book I was ever told not to read was my mom’s copy of “The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat,” and that was because I was only nine. She let me read it when I was older, though.

  10. I remember a story! When I was 10, like all 10 year olds at the time, I decided to read Flowers in the Attic. I don’t know if everyone here has read Flowers in the Attic. It’s a trashy novel about four siblings whose evil grandmother conspires to lock them up in an attic. Also, she slowly poisons them. The two older kids are very bored, locked there in the attic, so they pass the time by having hot incestuous sex. This book was very popular among the pre-teen set.

    So anyway, I borrowed my friend’s copy of Flowers in the Attic, because my mom said she’d let me read it but she wasn’t going to buy it for me. And there came a point in the narrative where there was a bit that didn’t make any sense. I wasn’t too fussed about this, I guess because the book was kind of ridiculous anyway, until years later my friend told me that her mom had admitted that she went through the book until she found the big sex scene and cut it out with a razor. The book I read was missing like five pages. And I didn’t even notice.

    I can’t say that I condone taking a razor to your kid’s trashy novels, but I also don’t feel that I was greatly harmed by having missed out on the hott incestuous sex scene in Flowers in the Attic.

  11. Regarding Blume’s “Forever”: my cousin, Dean Butler, was in the 1976 TV movie version, playing the male lead (whatever his name was) opposite Stephanie Zimbalist. Yes, it was a terrible movie. We still tease him about it.

  12. “Flowers in the attic” was a tragic tale of child abuse, neglect and attempted/murder by a religious, elitist, wacko fundie I really, REALLY hated the grandmother and I’m not to fond of a mother who would allow such a thing to be done to her children.

    I read the whole thing, unfiltered- sex scene and all (really it was a very short sex scene and I wouldn’t call it hot. It was sad and painful really…I don’t remember it being 5 pages so I think friend’s mom must’ve cut out all of the dialogue, pain and dealing with it too, which I felt was a very important part of the narrative.)

    Anyways it’s definately worth a read. But keep in mind that it may disturb you beyond reason and rip your heart out or if give you another reason to hate religious fundies and/or elitists swines…

  13. I remember being in seventh grade, and reading one of the other V.C. Andrews books. Now, my English teacher at the time had us keep a list of what we were reading; because I was a voracious reader, I had to keep going back for extra log sheets.

    I remember her telling me that reading was fine, but she thought that the Andrews stuff was basically “beneath me” – one of the other books I read that term was “A Tale of Two Cities,” and she felt that “Flowers in the Attic” was a little trashy and not nearly challenging enough for me.

    Of course, I just kept reading trash and not putting it on the log sheets. And incidentally, they had a sizeable V.C. Andrews section in the school library. I love my liberal-bubble hometown.

  14. Then there was the time I came home with a copy of Pauline Reage’s Story of O.

    You know, I read that as an adult, and I think that if I’d read it as a kid, I wouldn’t have understood half of it. As it was, a lot of the euphemisms made for a confusing read. For instance, it took me a while to figure out that in the translation I had, “belly” didn’t actually mean “belly.”

    It was surprisingly not hot. Sort of like the Sleeping Beauty series by Anne Rice, which a friend in law school passed onto me. Thanks, Anne, for making sex so unsexy.

    In my schools, the only books I can remember hearing anything about were Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, which boys couldn’t check out of the library but girls could. And in high school, one of my English teachers made sure to tell us which books the Board of Education “frowned on” (because they wouldn’t do anything so gauche as to ban books), such as Slaughterhouse Five. I never did read Catcher in the Rye until I was in college, and I freakin’ hated it. Or maybe I just hated Holden, whiny little punk that he was.

  15. My parents were constantly mocking me for reading trash. I think it’s a family tradition, because I know my father’s father mocked him for reading comic books. When my mom pointed out that he was doing exactly the same thign to me that his father did to him, he was horrified.

    I guess I think there’s a difference between mocking a kid for reading Sweet Valley High and telling her she can’t read Sweet Valley High, though. I don’t know about the middle-ground, which would be telling your kids that they can read Sweet Valley High, but you won’t buy it for them. That’s what my parents did, and since they didn’t have Sweet Valley Highs (or anything that recent, really) at the local public library, I had to borrow them from friends whose parents were willing to buy trashy novels.

    But keep in mind that it may disturb you beyond reason and rip your heart out or if give you another reason to hate religious fundies and/or elitists swines…

    Eh. I think I prefer to dislike fundies for the real, rather than the fictional, bad things they do.

  16. I read all the time too and if anyone said I that a book was “beneath” me, I probably didn’t hear them cause I was too busy reading… though I do remember my father critizing my brief obsession with R.L.Stein’s Fear Street series. *gosh.. I think I must’ve read all of them… I had quite a collection, even the beginning trilogy (which isn’t to say they were the first three books, no these were written later to explain why bad things always happened on Fear Street). Oh well, I’m rambling now.

  17. Zuzu, yes, reading the story of O as a high school freshman was very disappointing. Not hot indeed, which confounded my hopes and expectations at the time.

  18. God, this thread is taking me back — V.C. Andrews, R.L. Stein, The Babysitters Club — I read all that crap too. That stuff should be banned (just kidding), just because it’s such complete garbage.

    My parents never censored anything I read, and I was a voracious reader. My dad had a huge collection of books, and if he ever noticed that Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn were mysteriously missing from the shelves, he never mentioned it. Those heavily dog-eared paperbacks were under my mattress for quite a while. I read some of those explicit sex scenes so many times, that I still remember them pretty vividly. Can’t remember what the stories were actually about, though.

    I don’t remember ever having “the talk” with either of my parents — I learned all that stuff from books. At an early age, I remember reading Where Did I Come From? and as I got older and started going to the library without my mother, I checked out several different sex books in the adult section. (Not “adult” as in “XXX,” but “adult” as in “not the children’s section.”)

    I don’t know how this comment ended up being all about sex; I guess because that’s the only stuff I ever read that made me feel like I was doing something a little bit bad, and that’s only when it was of the “adult” variety, not the kind of sex in Judy Blume books.

  19. “Flowers in the attic” was a tragic tale of child abuse, neglect and attempted/murder by a religious, elitist, wacko fundie I really, REALLY hated the grandmother and I’m not to fond of a mother who would allow such a thing to be done to her children

    I thought it was the mother who was trying to kill the children, but it’s been a while since I read it. Not a very good book, but I rather liked the swan bed.

  20. God, this thread is taking me back — V.C. Andrews, R.L. Stein, The Babysitters Club — I read all that crap too. That stuff should be banned (just kidding), just because it’s such complete garbage.

    Don’t forget Christopher Pike.

  21. I have been an avid reader my whole life and my parents never censored the books I read. However, I had a horrible experience in third grade that I and my mother rememeber to this day – I was reading Little Women during silent reading time, and my crazy third grade teacher grabbed it out of my hands, took the book from me, and would not allow me to read it in class. I guess this is what you can expect from a woman who, when we went to the school library each week, did not allow us to check out a book that was over 50 pages (!!!) WTF!

  22. I thought it was the mother who was trying to kill the children, but it’s been a while since I read it. Not a very good book, but I rather liked the swan bed.

    Yup. It turns out that no one can ever find out she had children by her incestuous marriage (which is explored in the prequel), so she tries to poison the Flowers with arsenic in the powdered sugar on the donuts she brought them. Little Cory, age four, dies, and Catherine later realizes that they didn’t take him to the hospital, they just locked him in a trunk in the attic.

    Why is that in my head? Why? It’s not like Middlemarch stuck around.

  23. Huh. I am having a hard time coming up with anything objectionable in Little Women. Maybe there’s something wrong with the act of giving free-spirited, bookish little girls someone with whom they can identify.

    I thought it was the mother who was trying to kill the children, but it’s been a while since I read it.

    I’m pretty sure the real baddie was the grandmother. The mother just went along with it because she was weak and pathetic and couldn’t resist the grandmother’s evil wiles.

  24. Sally – I think she objected to the length, and also thought I wouldn’t understand it since I was a stupid little thrid-grader who alternated between books like Little Women and Sweet Valley High. My mom was furious with her…

  25. >>I thought it was the mother who was trying to kill the children, but it’s been a while since I read it.

    >I’m pretty sure the real baddie was the grandmother. The mother just went along with it because she was weak and pathetic and couldn’t resist the grandmother’s evil wiles.

    The mother was all sweetness-and-light where the grandmother was brimstone sermons and crazed fundie nonsense, but the mother was quite clearly implicated in the poisoning. She was weak enough to do anything for her inheritance.

  26. Sally – I think she objected to the length, and also thought I wouldn’t understand it since I was a stupid little thrid-grader who alternated between books like Little Women and Sweet Valley High. My mom was furious with her…

    My room mate is getting her master’s in English education right now, and is student teaching in a New York City public school. They’re instructed to take books away from kids if the books are at too high of a reading level for them. It’s fucked.

  27. My parents actually went to school and made them let me take out books that were the appropriate reading level for me. I was in third grade and they were making us take out “I can read” books and limiting us to two. My dad went and demanded I be allowed to take out up to four of my choice, because I tested at some insanely high reading level and the “I can read books” took me approximately two minutes to complete. They also moved me to a sixth grade reading class. I was lucky though, because I went to a really small school where they could do stuff like that. I remember reading Romeo and Juliet in fourth grade and while my teacher was always saying stuff like “isn’t that too hard for you?” he never took it away. I don’t understand why you would ever take a book away from someone because it wasn’t the appropriate level.

  28. My elementary school had open classrooms with first through third graders in the same classes. For reading, we were split into groups by reading level. I’d been pulled out of kindergarten, which was separate from 1-3 at that school, to do reading with the 1-3s, since I came in knowing how to read and they didn’t want to hold me back (but at the same time, my mother didn’t want me to skip grades for social and sibling-rivalry reasons). So by the time I hit third grade, I’d already gone through every level they had, but everyone else in my level had moved onto the middle school, so I was all by myself. They had to scramble to find me appropriate stuff to read, and I wound up doing self-study and reading to the younger kids.

    I don’t remember them giving me novels or anything like that, though; they were pretty wedded to their textbook-format reading materials. I do feel like that slowed me down.

  29. no one can ever find out she had children by her incestuous marriage

    it’s been awhile and I don’t think I ever knew there was a prequel, but… I don’t recall the incestuous marriage bit. Were they first cousins or something?

  30. I don’t understand why you would ever take a book away from someone because it wasn’t the appropriate level.

    Wow! I NEVER had that problem. No one EVER told me I couldn’t read something! *though I did get held back in reading levels by my kindergarten teacher until my first grade teacher realized I was actually reading 2 levels higher and bumped me up to it). I don’t understand telling a child that they can’t read something because *they* don’t think the kid would understand it. Screw that, at least the kid’s reading! Who cares if they understand it or not, if they’re interested that’s all that should matter!

  31. I was never censored in my reading materials either. I was an early reader and in fact one of my earliest memories is how happy my mom was when I finally learned how to read silently because all the reading aloud was distracting her from her own books. And I was also way ahead of my grade level in reading, but I didn’t get any special classes or bumped up. I just read other stuff during class and drove my teachers crazy.

  32. I just read other stuff during class and drove my teachers crazy.

    Yeah, I was always reading books of my own in school. I’d finish whatever assignment we were doing and then pick up a book I’d brought from home. My teachers never said a word about it, probably because I was also a big talker in class, so I’m sure they were just glad that I was keeping my mouth shut.

  33. it’s been awhile and I don’t think I ever knew there was a prequel, but… I don’t recall the incestuous marriage bit. Were they first cousins or something?

    Uncle/aunt and niece/nephew, IIRC, possibly with a half- in there somewhere.

    I swear on all that’s holy, I wasn’t obsessed with the book. I just have a retentive memory, honest.

Comments are currently closed.