Hey gang, just finished reading Rules and I'm not entirely sure whether we'll be able to have class tomorrow, so I thought I'd share some immediate post-read reactions. First of all, I find that I'm sharing in the uncertainty concerning Rules that Professor Stearns and our wonderful facilitators, Amanda and Tamara, expressed in class. Rules of Survival is easily one of the most intense, cathartic, and unsettling novels I've ever read. And, as with most of the award-winning YA Lit we've been exposed to so far, it's expertly executed and so real and palpable that Matthew's account makes your heart thud and your pores percolate, and you probably cry. But, as deeply unsettling as the book is, I am really having trouble sorting out my thoughts on it. And I also can't figure out why. I find it difficult to place this book under a critical lens and look at it as anything other than a psychologist or an empathetic reader.
Is this novel so sad and heart-wrenching that critics don't know to respond in any way other than nominating it for awards? I mean, she is broaching a very uncomfortable subject, and as she says on the comments section of the amazon listing for the book, it's a thriller, which is conventionally considered a "low-brow" genre. But, as Amanda posted about, Rules is chiefly concerned with issues of strength and survival. The novel isn't just aping off sad stories pulled from the newspapers. There is a lot of hope in Matt's letters, and they express so many awing things about the human condition, through children, and the ways they are hardened and, finally, allowed to soften.
I'm still not entirely sure where I stand on this book, but I certainly can't stop thinking about it, even though I'd like to think about cheerier things, especially on the first glorious snow day I've had since I was a teenager. But, I'm still questioning myself. How much could I take? How would I react if I noticed glints of a similar, maybe even non-extreme case of abuse from a future student? These are very uncomfortable thoughts, and I know that sometimes as English teachers who receive written personal responses from students constantly, situations arise, even if they aren't extreme cases of abuse. In my observation last semester I witnessed a ninth-grade student, when it came his turn to share his horrific story that the entire class had individually written about for five minutes at the beginning of class, share a brief story about the terrors of his alcoholic father scaring him as a kid, and how he hasn't seen him in a few years. I was sitting in the back expecting more goofy stories of broken bones, as all the other kids had shared, but this brave boy shared something personal and affecting, and very, very real to him. I was choked up and at a loss, but my host teacher handled it well. He made some remarks about how sometimes the ones you love hurt you emotionally more than any physical pain could ever hurt, and really created an environment where that student felt safe sharing something personal like that. It wasn't an abusive situation needing to be reported, but I'm still not sure how I would've handled that as the teacher if it had been me.
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