
The wonderful weirdness of Ghost World
When I was a teenager I was a weirdo. I had a crush on Jack Nicholson. I sun bathed naked on the patio because I liked the feeling of the warm wood against my skin. I was in love with a guitar player who wore a cowl to school that made him look like a Satanist. I cried in the shower most mornings thinking about death.
Being a teenager is a supremely weird time. The only weirdness in young adult fiction these days is the kind that turns teens into werewolves and causes misogynistic male suitors to sprout fangs and glow in the dark. This all has its place metaphorically speaking (who hasn’t as a teen experienced hair growing in all the wrong places?) but even with all this paranormal strangeness going on, the YA world seems conventional, antiseptic, and most disappointingly, boringly predictable these days.
I don’t know if this is indicative of the perennial appeal of romance in all its beguiling forms to teen readers, or whether it has more to do with the young adult genre now being so insanely popular with adults. Perhaps as adults we read young adult books to be transported back to a time when life (in hindsight) felt simpler, and even when it got complicated, it was nowhere near as complicated and painful as, say, divorcing your husband of five years and raising children on your own. Maybe we are looking for a world where the weirdness is erased. Sure, things can get complicated, messy even, but in the brave new world of contemporary YA, it would appear that things can never become unattractive.
The king of my weird YA world is Paul Zindel. Now sadly passed, Zindel was the king of the kinky, ruler of the rejected, master of the misfits (you get the picture). Zindel’s protagonists were decidedly strange, and I love them all the more because of it. We have:
- John and Lorraine, best friends who like nothing more than to sit in graveyards and visit a man who collects pig ornaments (The Pigman);
- Marsh, who has a pet raccoon and keeps his Dad’s ashes in a box under the bed (Pardon Me, You’re Stepping On My Eyeball!)
- Sybilla, a lonely girl who carries around a toolbox, and falls so hard for a young race car driver that she quickly crosses the line from admirer to stalker (The Girl Who Wanted A Boy).
Zindel’s characters have life because they are real. They are messy, strange, troubled and alienated by the world around them, like most of us are. So where is today’s Zindel equivalent? Where have all the weirdos gone? There is room for everything: we can have our Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and dystopian societies, but can we also please have our teens who wear capes to school, race guinea pigs and argue about the merits of Ingmar Bergman versus Woody Allen? Trust me, those teens are out there. I saw them all lined up for tonight’s Amanda Palmer concert in Melbourne, and I’m telling you, these kids are friggin’ awesome.
This is a plea for insanity. Please. Let’s see some weirdos out there in the YA world. Trust me – there’s an audience for them.
Or maybe I’m just the weird one here.
Author’s note: If you know of any YA reads that feature misfits, dorks, geeks or losers, please post below. All these ethereal looking girls on YA covers are making me feel like a freak.







