But OH the Shame!

[grammarwoman]

seperis, pundit vixen that she is, pointed out brown_betty's Oh My God, I Can See Your Id!, a discussion of books "where an author appears to be exposing her id, and doesn't know it."

Most of my favorite authors from my pre-adolescent through teen years are mentioned in the comments, from Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey to David Eddings and Robert Heinlein, with special mentions of Marion Zimmer Bradley and other fixtures.

I was already feeling embarrassed by some of those just by the way they have not aged well at all, or that I have. Now I don't even know if there will be anything left in our library to steer the Emperor towards the Good Stuff. "Um, well, there's Jim Butcher and Glen Cook and Kage Baker and...Crap. Lemme get back to you."

Comments

[ddbrown.livejournal.com]

Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much. I mean, every author is going to bring a bit of their id out to play with their fantasy; it's pretty much unavoidable. So long as a developing mind gets a nice healthy balance of inputs, I like to think that it will all even itself out in the end. What's more, some of the complaints I found to be a bit... puerile. Such as the reference to Polgara preferring to make soap by hand. Well, I also know a lot of people who like knitting socks, even though you can go buy a pair of nice woolen socks for less than the cost of the yarn. So what? Some people jump to conclusions to quickly.


That having been said, I must admit - later Heinlein was less of "id peaking through" and more of "unabashed public personal fantasizing." Much of it was fun, but the mother/son incest was at blinking neon sign level.

[grammarwoman]

I had the exact same reaction to the Polgara comment - I like making things by hand.

At some level I just have to laugh, because my parents had no clue what I was reading, let alone knew enough to hand me books. (I had an appetite for books like army ants for land - if it was in my path, I'd consume it.)