Three snouts up for Seeing Redd, book two in The Looking Glass Wars trilogy by Frank Beddor.
Astute readers will remember that I gave The Looking Glass Wars, book 1 in the trilogy, 5 snouts up instead of a measly three (read by post). In fairness, Seeing Redd shows the same depth of imagination and gift for storytelling that Beddor evidenced in his first book.
Actually, I docked the book two snouts because upon reflection I became appalled by the violence. Both books are filled with fighting–ingenious weaponry imagined by the powerful battling “warrior queens,” extraordinary methods of defending against these horrors such as hoards of murderous “glass eyes” with showers of flying razors provide the main drama of the story.
And I’m just sick of it. I doubt if Frank Beddor was as cynical as I am, but I can picture some studio executive rubbing his hands together (yes, it is being made into a major motion picture), “it’s got everything, the girls will love the queens and the imagination, the parents will love the quirky take on Alice in Wonderland and everyone will love the mass murder!”
Is it my imagination or has children’s literature taken a particularly violent turn lately? The Harry Potter series (which I loved) gets more and more gory and violent. The Wonderland award-winning series is brutal and, although I haven’t read it yet, it seems that The Golden Compass series which is about to be released on film contains its fair share of fighting.
Is this all necessary to capture children’s imaginations? Is it all being driven by Hollywood and a thirst for the inevitable jump to the silver screen? Even children’s classics like the Chronicles of Narnia seem to have been made more violent as they move to movies–I don’t recall nearly so much emphasis on a battle or war between Aslan and the Ice Queen as the movie focuses on.
Astute readers of children’s literature will no doubt point out the gruesome events in the original fairy tales of old and site Bruno Bettleheim’s The Uses of Enchantment where I dimly recall that he posits the pivotal psychological importance of bringing children’s worst fears out in the open to the page.
But these worst fears used to be: losing ones parent (ala Bambi or Lion King), an evil stepmother, or being lost in the forest. Now they’re watching the Dark Lord murder your friend, cut off someone’s body parts and then sic his snake on you or watching scores of “card soldiers” mowed down by flying knives.
I, for one, don’t think it is necessary or appropriate. I have come to the conclusion that at best violence in children’s literature is a lazy way for writers to introduce drama and court commercial success and at worst, it fills a generation of children’s minds with countless horrors and gives them the impression that the best place to apply their creativity is in coming up with interesting ways to kill people.
I know its possible to write and read exciting imaginative books that hold kids’ attention without all this violence. Seeing Redd and The Looking Glass Wars ain’t it.