I’m not sure if the world needs a review for a book published in 2012, but I sure do. This book came along at exactly the right time, and I devoured it in less than two weeks–which is fast for me, especially since that I found it on a list of really long-ass YA books.
The Miseducation of Cameron Post, a YA contemporary novel about a girl from a small town in Montana who gets caught in a sexual relationship with another girl and is sent to a Christian gay conversion camp, clocks in at 142,050 words. (Which is coincidentally 1000 words shorter than my manuscript at its longest.) One review said that it was originally double the length and is only the first half of the story, and if that’s true then I demand the second half pronto. 142k words were not nearly enough to satisfy me.
That could be partially due to the rather abrupt ending–though still, in hindsight, a complete ending, nicely capping the themes presented in the novel. It could also be because of the dreamy, lackadaisical pace of the narrative as it moves through main character Cameron’s life, starting with the summer her parents died in a freak auto accident and continuing through beautifully-realized moments of her sexual awakening, where Danforth not only digs deep into the fumbles and butterflies of young love, but lingers on the textures of life in a small western town in the early 1990s. Some reviewers complained that it’s slow, but I found it transfixing because of how authentic it feels. As I read I lamented that if Danforth did not actually grown up in Miles City, Montana, I was going to quit writing, because how can I possibly live up to the level of journalistic dedication required to present such a realistic setting in all its tarnished glory? Having recently driven lengthwise through the state and spent several days in the general area of the fictional gay conversion camp, I could feel the authenticity as sharply as a midsummer chill blowing down from the Spanish Peaks. When I reached the end and learned that she was in fact born and raised in Miles City, I’m pretty sure I laughed with relief.
Despite the high-concept sounding summary, this book is not that plot-focused. It’s more character-driven, atmospheric and emotional, about Cameron’s coming to terms with herself and the twists and turns of her life. I’m not really sure if coming of age can even be high concept. Obviously the subject matter offers a lot to chew on, but Danforth’s treatment of the evangelical Christian camp is incredibly nuanced. Even though the narrative rests squarely on the side of the children subjected to its terrible–as Cameron puts it, pseudoscientific–“treatment,” this is no a diatribe. Danforth presents the counselors (a young “ex-gay” reverend and his icy psychologist aunt), as rounded characters who truly believe their actions are in the children’s best interests. The harm they’re actually doing boils the blood in places, because I feel like I know these people, grew up with versions of them: normal, well-intentioned people who do terrible things in the name of faith. Yet despite their faith, sometimes you can see the cracks in the veneer that reveal their humanity. After a particularly horrifying incident where a devout student mutilates himself because of his lack of de-gaying progress, the reverend has no words for Cameron’s demand for answers and bursts into tears.
It’s stunning to me that a YA about such a huge, important, and–to some people–controversial topic could be so nuanced. It’s everything I want in a YA, everything I’ve been looking for. I want to read more books like this, where readers aren’t told what to think or how to feel, but are presented with a situation and allowed to live it along with the characters, using the power of story to make important statements about human nature and the world we inhabit.
In short, it’s everything I want my YA manuscript to be and very fervently hope that it is.
This book couldn’t have come at a better time for me. For the past month I’ve been stalling, knowing that my manuscript is done and I have to start sending it out, but still trying to trim more off the word count. I know now I need to stop and let it go, and not just because I found a very very long bestselling contemporary novel that was recently made into a movie. I’ve learned, through massive amounts of trial and error, that to cut any more would be to alter the foundations of the story, and some stories, I think, demand a longer word count. I’m trying to portray a complex issue from as many different angles as possible. I want to acknowledge what I’ve come to understand about people’s infinite capacity for good, and their equally-infinite capacity for evil:
If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956
I’m glad I found this book. It’s the first YA I’ve really connected to in a long time, and one of the best books I’ve read this year. And, despite its length, I was so, so sad when it ended. Its beauty and honesty swept me away. If there is such as thing as the fictive dream, The Miseducation of Cameron Post resides solidly within it.