-- ...young-adult fiction: a marketing wheeze dressed up as an art form,...
– Anthony Lane, in a review of the movie “The Fifth Wave”,
The New Yorker, February 1, 2016, p. 75
This is the sort of condescending, elitist remark one would expect from The New Yorker. I love The New Yorker. However, I am not too fond of young adult fiction, because (since JK Rowling has, at least for now, quit the field) it is dominated by the sort of sulky humorlessness found frequently in members of its target audience. You may think that this is just a remark of a grumpy middle-aged guy. It is. In my defense, I can only state that I felt that most young adults took themselves too seriously even 'way back when I myself was a young adult.
The author is a Goodreads friend and a real-life acquaintance. When his book was selected for the book club (with the promise that the author will appear at its discussion), I was terrified that I would have to pretend that I liked it. I am bad at sustained pretending (my attention wanders). To my relief, though, I found myself enjoying this book, literally from the first sentence. It's a great sentence: Tess was sitting on the front stoop of her house, kissing a boy, when the knight rode up. Then, two sentences later, I laughed out loud at the punch line. The author can metaphorically slam down the football and do the touchdown dance: that's a successful opening.
Another reviewer here at Goodreads said: If you're looking for an engaging adult read, I would highly recommend this. If you're looking for mystical, paranormal intrigue, I would say look elsewhere. I agree with this statement (especially since, when I read “mystical, paranormal intrigue”, I mentally substitute “bilgewater”). Maybe that's why I liked it – despite the best cogitations of the marketing professionals at Simon & Schuster, this is actually a read for people of any age who understand that comedy sits side-by-side with misery, and that, since reality is often shot through with sadness and absurdity, it's reasonable that fantasy and myth should be, too.
Now that I think about it, I believe, in one of the handful of conversations I've had with the author, he told me that he did not set off to write this book as a young-adult fiction. (I'm not quite sure if I'm remembering correctly – I wasn't completely sober at the time.) Maybe that's why it appeals to me more than purpose-built young adult fiction.
To put it another way: this is a book for thinking readers, and some of that group undoubtedly include people who are not yet old enough to vote.