I opted against a secondary-education degree because I chose not to suffer the politicking of a school-board or the – in my opinion – backward mores of parents-with-their-child’s-interests-at-heart. I thought it a crime to put highschoolers through what we humored by teaching an abridged Huck Finn that omitted whole chapters and “niggers”. While I would probably think thrice about putting Vampire Porn (Laurell K. Hamilton!?) on the shelves in the Young Adult section, I don’t suppose I’m going to scar anyone if there is a non-explicit sex scene or the wonderfully expressive “oh, – shit.”
So, my first batch of graphic novels for the library arrived the other day. This sub-section was previously reserved for Manga – which I don’t really object to – but I reckoned I’d populate it with some of the Westernmost GN best-reads – Neil Gaimans and Alan Moores; Batmans and Marvels and Fables.
Earlier this morning I caught a tad bit of flack because Fables: Legends in Exile has the nude upperback of a woman and some foul language. My argument is that this section is reserved to young adults, complete with the unabridged Twains and Melvilles and the Ellen Hopkins books (which are great, but certainly not childish!) – let alone non-fiction sexual education stuff and, worse yet, Britney Spears biographies! To reshelve Fables in the hallowed aisles of Adults 741.5 means, not so much a hypocrisy, but just a general ignorance and archaic stigmatization of books with pictures. Agh.
I ought to point them to Chris Wilson’s The Graphic Classroom and reestablish the tired case that Comics have literary merit.