I am teaching a YAL class in spring 2024 and have us reading one of two of Charles Forsman’s best-selling graphic novels, The End of the Fucking World, a kind of grimmer, less hopeful version of Bonnie and Clyde (and made into a tv series), and I Am Not Okay With This. Both stories feature lost, self-destructive girls making bad decisions.
Goodreads ratings indicate that most readers hate these books, and do not sympathize with these girls in any way, and I get it; they are deeply disturbing on some level (or levels)! Why suggest impressionable young people read them? Well, I guess I would say that I am interested in introducing people to a wide range of examples of YAL, and Forsman’s work has a kind of punk sensibility, a kind of rage I don’t see in many other books. He connects to an audience that exists, people that hate “literature” but maybe are as messed up as the kids in Forsman’s books. He gets them. And he has nothing uplifting to say about them or their lives, but shows them in all their messed-up-ness. But I would never assign a nihilistic book; they are out there and I have one-starred them and railed against them. I don't think this is nihilism. But I can see that many people might find it to be so. At a glance it has five star and 1 star reviews, equally passionate.
When I first read Slasher, which also features a messed-up woman, I tossed it down, committed not to review it. I felt I couldn’t write anything useful about it. I avoid slasher films and comics; too close to despair and a certain kind of madness for me. Christine is not a girl; she’s a woman, a data-entry specialist who meets an emaciated boy online who makes knife-play videos. She buys a knife and then, well, bad things happen (see title); she seems to find her true purpose. Or maybe its just a fetish at first. And through this process she connects with the boy. Listen: I don’t like the story, I don’t like her, but on second reading I saw some vulnerability in Christine, some twisted connection to the boy. Call it love? Don’t blame me if you read it and hate it; I’m just a reviewer who finally decided to review it; just the messenger here!
Forsman is a good, simple, unaffected artist, not fussy, a minimalist, no psychological explanations or justifications for Christine. I don’t recommend anyone read this book, really, but you may be intrigued to check it out. I can’t say Forsman has no heart, but he gets too close for me to darkness, and this one is the darkest of the three I have read from him. Maybe I'm just squeamish. But he even authors it as Chuck Forsman instead of Charles. Maybe he means to distance himself from the darkness of the book. I have no idea.