I'm quite lucky being born in the late seventies. During that decade, a series of books which focused on teenagers started to appear on the market. Books which described the problems that adolescents face - confusion, depression, challenges at school and puberty, just to name a few. Now this genre is called YA fiction. As I hit eleven the school library had a plethora of books by Betsy Byars, Judy Blume, Robert Cormier, Paul Zindell and more. I am mentioning this because I never really read British YA though so when I saw Buddy, which was published in 1982, I thought I'd give it a go. However I knew as a 38 year old the story may not mean much to me.
I was right.
Buddy has all the elements of a great YA story. The hero is confused due to his parents separating. He has problems at school due to his social class. He is conscious of his father's working class habits and in general has problems in connecting with him, and is developing a love for music. In this aspect the book works. Also Hinton does not pander to his audience so the ending is not wishy washy, just like the last book I read, Half Blood Blues. Hinton also uses records as a metaphor for life and Hinton does it in a poignant way. There are even hints of same sex relationships, a bi racial friendships; something I think was quite daring during Thatcher's Britain at the time (correct me if I am wrong)
The book fails spectacularly due to it's sub plot, which renders the book banal. The teens of the story discover a haunted house, which is being used as a storage centre for a big time jewelry thief. Here Buddy descends into Enid Blyton Territory and is the only time the novel becomes totally predictable, and to a certain extent, I found boring.
If I was a 13 year old, would I like this book? most probably, yes so really Buddy is for that age demographic. As an adult reading this, Buddy has potential but fails in other ways.