This is going to be a short missive, because the real world was exhausting today. 🙂 I’ll be back to writing tomorrow evening.
In the meantime, I’m curious if anyone else has ever read a book that made them even more dedicated to the idea of writing–because it upset them? I’m very familiar with reading books that inspire me because I wish I wrote that well, or because the book offers me ideas about how to improve, but every once in a while a book just bothers me. In a way that makes me feel like what’s been put out into the universe by the book needs fixing, and if only I can tell, then it’s up to me to fix it.
I recently read a book featuring an Autistic girl as the protagonist, that was being lauded in bookstores, and I was very excited to read it. By the end I was quite upset, because it seemed like the underlying message of the book was Autistic kids are such hard work that any parent willing to live with them is a saint and deserves our sympathy–no matter how poorly they treat that child!
Oh, I’m still upset about it. And it makes me feel like I need to throw out all my current projects and start working on one of the ideas I have for an Autistic heroine, just so that there will be more novels about Autistic people written by Autistic authors. (The three most famous I’ve come across, two of which were about teen boys and better than this, were all written by non-Autistic authors.)
Unfortunately, I don’t think it would be a good idea to follow that whim, no matter how worked up I am on behalf of young girls like I once was, and start my writing career all over…again. I’ve done it too often. However noble the cause, it’s likely to end in disaster.
So: have you ever read a book that you found so aggravating you wanted to write even harder? If so, what was it?