Well, Libba Bray (whose book Beauty Queens I have raved about) said it better than I could, but the short version is this: The National Book Awards people fucked up. Then they compounded the fuck-up, then fucked up a little bit more, all the while being sure to do so in the most insensitive and dumbassed way possible, causing a lot of embarrassment and pain to an author everyone says is a lovely human. They gave Lauren Myracle a National Book Award nomination, then sorta took it away, then sorta gave it back, then actually asked her to recuse herself from competition to preserve the “integrity” of the award. (Integrity: It Does Not Mean What You Think It Means, National Book Award fuckwits.)
I bought Myracle’s book Shine (which does sound like Chime, the book the group MEANT to nominate, BUT STILL) as part of my general stand against fuckwittage. In June I bought Myracle’s middle grade novel Luv Ya Bunches for Josie, because I knew it had been banned/boycotted by conservative groups. (One character has two moms. Only one appears, in one scene, with one line, telling her daughter, “Mom Joyce’ll pick you up, ‘kay?” OMG THE WORLD IS ENDING A LESBIAN MOM HAS A CAR.) Anyway, I bought Luv Ya Bunches as well as Susan Patron’s The Higher Power of Lucky which got banned because of the word scrotum. (A dog gets bitten on his.) Thank you, book banners, for letting me know which books I should buy for my kid!
All of which is a roundabout way to say: Please buy Shine, and take a stand against fuckwittage.
Luv Ya Bunches,