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The Dangerous Article for Boys

It is now well-recognized that boys are not reading. What is the problem? Most commentators want to say that boys have an aversion to books. But the problem is quite the opposite: books—modern books, that is—have an aversion to boys. A recent edition of The New York Times Sunday Book Review featured a Robert Lipsyte article that attempts to address this problem. Here is the proffered solution:

[B]oys need to be approached individually with books about their fears, choices, possibilities and relationships — the kind of reading that will prick their dormant empathy, involve them with fictional characters and lead them into deeper engagement with their own lives. This is what turns boys into readers.

Excuse me while I dab my eyes delicately with my handkerchief, touched as I am by this tender thought.

Okay, let’s get something straight here: solutions like this are part of the problem. I’m normally against shooting spit wads in class, but I am willing to make an exception in this one case. The entire educational establishment has tried for over 50 years to force boys into their effeminate mold, and in the process, they’ve succeeded in evacuating literature of all the things boys like in books: action, adventure, danger, bloodletting—and an iron moral code that is taught, not by smarmy sermonizing, but by immersing them in the moral universe of a story about a hero who not only believes in this code, but enforces it with a vengeance.

Boys now seek refuge in cheesy horror novels because the Cultural Authorities won’t give them the adventure books that were once staples in every boy’s life. It is to this I attribute the popularity of vampire novels (and movies and television shows). But even here a boy is destined for disappointment.

The Crisis of Wimpy Vampires

In fact, the extent of our modern cultural crisis can be at least partly measured by the plight of the vampire. The vampire of yore was an evil and only partly human creature. He sucked people’s blood and didn’t second guess himself. The modern vampire is the pure creation of the modern therapeutic mindset: a tortured emotional soul dealing with his vampire condition as if it were some kind of psychological neurosis.

The vampire of old was a danger to others; the modern vampire is a danger primarily to himself. The vampire of old looked into the mirror and saw nothing; the modern vampire looks into a mirror and sees the other part of his bi-polar self. Dealing with the vampire of old required only a stake through the heart; dealing with the modern vampire involves months on the psychologist’s couch.

The pure evil of the traditional vampire is a rebuke to the modern relativism that dominates our literature, which avoids unadulterated evil because it implies an equally unadulterated—and unacceptable—good. Morality has been replaced in young adult literature by therapy, and boys have fled in droves.

Heroism can never be completely eliminated from literature because we are naturally attracted to it. And so, when it is repressed (if you will forgive my commission of psychologism in the very act of criticizing it), it always comes back in some other form.

The Pathogenesis of the Superhero

This accounts for the continuing popularity of comic books and the more recent phenomenon of superhero movies. Our culture has never fully recovered from the demise of the classic Western. We have to have heroes, and in an age in which we were not ashamed of it, we put them in a historical context. These were things that really could—and sometimes did—happen.

But in the modern era, we are not supposed to admire great men, largely because we are uncomfortable with the whole idea of greatness. So today we must relegate our heroes to the realm of the fantastic. They are now figures who could never really be, doing things that can never really be done.

And even here, the therapeutic is never far off. Every modern superhero must deal with the psychological consequences of something from his childhood: for Spiderman it is the murder of his uncle; for Batman the murder of his parents; and, of course, Superman’s planet has been blown up. The modern superhero wreaks havoc on the bad guys less because he is pursuing truth, justice, and the American way than because it is the only way he can work out his angst. This is less so with Superman and more so with Batman.

The mother of a friend of mine in high school was a famous psychologist. One day I noticed padded bats propped up against the wall and asked, “What are those?” She told me they were for her mom’s patients so they could express their anger without hurting anybody. Common people get to work out their anxiety with padded bats—and we don’t even get to destroy anything. Batman, on the other hand, gets a helicopter, a fast car, and a cool costume—and destroys half a city.

Life just isn’t fair.

Hands Off My Psyche

I have three boys, mostly grown now. Not a one of them ever needed to be led into “deeper engagement” with his life. Had you asked my wife about it at the time, she would have told you that they were all way too engaged in their own lives and that they needed to think about something else—like cleaning their rooms or mowing the lawn. And I hate to think of what would have happened if anyone had tried to “prick their dormant empathy.” To any healthy boy, those are fighting words.

Boys, though they cannot articulate it, can usually see right through the modern psychobabble. In fact, say what you will about the Harry Potter books (and plenty has been said), they at least betray a consciousness of the old adventure ideal, and are light on the psychological reflexiveness—at least in the early books in the series, although I am told (I have not read them) that the later books portray a more effeminate Harry.

We have the mistaken impression that it was traditional children’s literature that was preachy. This is not only untrue, but it is almost the exact opposite of the truth. It is precisely the preachiness of politically correct modern literature that offends their innate sense of honesty and justice—a human instinct that we do our best to educate out of them.

Boys are not interested in getting in touch with themselves, and it is particularly off-putting when they are told that it is good for them. The minute the politically correct schoolmarms approach, they head for the woods, where they are free to pick up sticks and pretend they are swords and fight monsters and hunt frogs and swing from trees—anything but to be preached at by people whose sermons consist of high-minded meaninglessness.

Most boys are born cynics and are rightly suspicious of moralistic platitudes. They respect words only to the extent that they see them followed by actions. Tell them (in mere words) what the right thing to do is, and they will look at you suspiciously and walk away. Do the right thing—preferably at the risk of your own person or reputation, and they will follow you in zealous allegiance.

The older authors of books for boys knew this: they forsook the sermonizing for the story of men in action. G. A. Henty, Johnston McCulley, Anthony Hope, H. Rider Haggard, P. C. Wren, Howard Pyle, C. S. Forester, as well as Western authors like Louis L’Amour and Max Brand—these were authors boys not only didn’t avoid, but sought out. Even a few female authors were on to this secret about boys: Baronness Orczy, she of Scarlet Pimpernel fame, being the most notable, as well as Laura Ingalls Wilder. Their books were once illumined by flashlights under bed covers so that, late at night, when they were supposed to be asleep, the young male reader could find out what happened next. To do the same with most modern therapeutic fiction would be a waste of batteries.

This is not a romantic discourse on the nature of the boy and how we should leave him to develop on his own, but merely a defense of the idea that he has a nature, and that it should be taken into account in how we deal with him. A necessary part of this (given that this nature doesn’t always lend itself to doing what the dictates of civilization require) is a straightforward and honest discipline, something which too often these days has been replaced by psychotropic drugs.

Boys need to be tamed, not treated.

Good Books for Boys

But in addition to restraint, a boy needs inspiration. And one way to do this is to give him books that meet him where he is, which is far from the place that most professionals (who are admittedly only trying to help) think he is. In addition, of course, to the great classic hero stories of Homer and Virgil, as well as the various books of the authors I mentioned above, here is a short list of books to utilize that predates the Conspiracy Against Boys, in the general order in which they should be read:

  • Farmer Boy, by Laura Ingalls Wilder (and anything else Wilder ever wrote)
  • The Jack Tales, by Jonathan Chase
  • Call it Courage, by Armstrong Sperry
  • Robin Hood, by Roger Lancelyn Green
  • King Arthur, by Roger Lancelyn Green
  • Adam of the Road, by Elizabeth Janet Gray
  • Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi
  • Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson
  • Lost in the Barrens, by Farley Mowat (and anything else Mowat ever wrote)
  • Goodbye Kate, by Billy C. Clark (and anything else Clark ever wrote)
  • The Bronze Bow, by Elizabeth George Speare
  • The Mask of Zorro, by Johnston McCulley (and the rest of the Zorro books)
  • The Scarlet Pimpernel and El Dorado, by Baroness Orczy (and the rest of the Scarlet Pimpernel books)
  • Men of Iron, by Howard Pyle (and anything else Pyle ever wrote)
  • Shane, by Jack Shaeffer
  • The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien
  • Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury
  • Old Squire’s Farm, by C. A. Stephens
  • Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe
  • The Story of Rolf and the Viking Bow, by Allan French
  • Little Britches, by Ralph Moody
  • Tom Sawyer, by Mark Twain
  • A Texas Ranger, by N. A. Jennings
  • Penrod, by Booth Tarkington
  • The Jungle Books, by Rudyard Kipling
  • Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
  • The Worm Ouroboros, by E. R. Edison
  • The Lord of the Rings, by J. R. R. Tolkien

Tell your boy to read them. And when you send him to bed, tell him to go to sleep—but make sure there are plenty of flashlight batteries around the house. Just in case he needs them.

This article and many like it are originally published at The Memoria Press Online Academy.


Mr. Cothran, a writer and teacher who lives in Danville, Kentucky with his wife and four children, is the director of the Online Classical Academy. He is the editor of Memoria Press's "Classical Teacher" magazine, and is the author of Memoria Press's Traditional Logic, Material Logic, and Classical Rhetoric programs, as well as Lingua Biblica: Old Testament Stories in Latin. He is the Latin, Logic, and Rhetoric Instructor at Highlands Latin School in Louisville, Kentucky. He holds a B.A. in Philosophy and Economics from the University of California at Santa Barbara and an M.A. in Christian Apologetics from the Simon GreenleafFor the past 15 years, he has been an influential voice on public policy issues at the Kentucky State Capitol. He has been heard on ABC Radio News, American Family Radio, and Family News in Focus.


  • In order to be a man, you first have to be a boy.

    So much of our cultural illness is a crisis of manhood – of leadership, of virtue, of right vs. wrong. Therefore it is first a crisis of boyhood. Boys who don’t learn virtue young are much less likely ever to get it right.

    Pray to Sts. Aloysius Gonzaga and John Bosco for their intercession. There’s so much water under the bridge now, it’s hard to see how we’re going to pull out without God.

    One of my favorite young man coming-of-age stories is not on the list. It’s “And the Waters Prevailed,” by D. Morreau Barringer. Set in the stone age, two young teens go out into the wilderness with nothing–no tools, food, or clothing–to survive and kill an animal in order to prove their fitness to be men of their tribe. If someone had suggested to me at 12 that I should do this, I’d probably have started to cry. But I would propose this is the universe that a boy should live in, at least in his imagination. There is such a thing as courage, as virtue, as manliness – and boys should actively seek these qualities as they live their lives. What else is worth doing?

    • Mary Kochan

      What an awesome comment, PrairieHawk. My grandsons loved My Side of the Mountain for this same reason.

      • the egyptian

        My side of the Mountain, one of my favorites, my sons loved it too. don’t forget the hardy boys, I read the entire series in 3 months time in the fourth grade, talk about batteries, actually I put a rug at the bottom of the door, till dad found out anyway

    • HomeschoolNfpDad

      Boys who don’t learn virtue young are much less likely ever to get it right.

      As a young atheist who fancied himself an agnostic, Tolkien was my only catechist. Somehow, I absorbed what it meant to be virtuous — even if I never displayed those virtues in practice until (perhaps) much later.

      So Amen to that. Learning the virtues is what matters, even if you are (as I was) are too dumb to do anything about it.

  • Bounty

    Thank you so much for this article! My friend and I were recently discussing how hard it is to find good literature for boys. I sent her a link!

  • 9thCenturion

    A lot of words to say “feminization” of culture and Catholicism.

    K/r

  • Peccator

    When I was a boy I was a voracious reader because there were plenty of books aimed at young males. There were the wonderful novels by Twain, Stevenson, Dickens, Doyle, etc. But virtually forgotten now were the series books that truly spoke to young boys: The Hardy Boys, Tom Swift Jr., and others. Those books drew me into their worlds story after story after wonderful story where, like the Potter books, a boy could grow up with the characters. They were vital to teaching me about the best qualities of being a young male.

    • Yes the Hardy Boys were favorites as were all the Laura Ingalls Wilder stories. I was also a fan of “Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle,” unaware at the time that the books were teaching me virtuous good manners.

      Perhaps my all-time favorite childhood book is “Follow My Leader,” the story of a blind boy who gets a guide dog and learns to forgive the boy who made him blind in an accident. I still read it from time to time today.

      I can’t get into Harry Potter, I haven’t even bothered to watch all the movies, and I don’t get the appeal.

  • HomeschoolNfpDad

    I get the Memoria Press newsletter, so I was able to share a comment on this article with our Homeschool group abouta week-and-a-half ago. Copied here in the hopes it might be useful:

    1. When literature deals with fear, it shouldn’t talk about it. Nobody cares about what Sam and Frodo felt while walking alone in the dark through Shelob’s lair. They only care that their fear was an almost physical reality. Tolkien gets the reader to feel the hobbits’ fear in themselves — and therefore has no need to dwell on the pseudo-theraputic notion of discussing it at length beyond the hobbits’ own direct experience.

    2. A boy sees his choices as boiling down to exactly one possibility at some point, preferably now. When the decision is made, it is made for good or for ill. It makes no sense for a boy to read about a character’s psychological nostrums. Indeed, this is the biggest reason why Hawthorne’s Dimmesdale is such a noxious character in The Scarlet Letter (and a sign of Hawthorne’s brilliance that the noxious character is a villain). Not only does Dimmesdale sin, but he vacillates about it through almost the entire story. He cannot bring himself to confess his wrong — and thereby become a hero — and neither can he justify his wrong as a true villain would. He sits on the fence throughout the story, like the lukewarm faithful in the Book of Revelation. A boy who is paying attention will understand this, and will also understand the need for some real spitting very quickly.

    3. Possibilities are nonsense. In actual practice, every possibility is a might-have-been or a could-be. Neither touches the here and now. Realities fly through the air and then pass by your ear, stick in your shield, glance off your armor, or pierce your heart — and here I speak of Faith, Hope, and Love. Faith is what grants the hero the will to persevere. Hope is all about what the hero does in the present because of the promises of Faith; it is not forward-looking at all when understood (by a boy) in the theological sense. A hero suffers willingly not because he hopes for his future reward but because theological Hope allows him to make sense of his suffering right now. That is why Braveheart‘s William Wallace spits out the pills before going to the rack. He needs his wits about him because he must be able to sense the moment when his cry for “Freedom” will carry the most weight. His own suffering is secondary. And Love is what the hero does, not what he feels. Father Campion never once betrays a confidence even though he is tortured to the point that he can no longer raise his own right hand to swear upon the Bible but must have one of his fellow inmates raise his hand for him.

    4. In good literature, only the villains focus on the notion of relationship in and of itself — and usually they do so because they see a relationship as a means to an end. They want something, and they use their relationships to get it. Heroes address persons and ignore the notion of relationship if they are even aware of it. Persons are real and are ends in and of themselves, not tools to be used for a better end. Heroes will never say this explicitly, but their actions demonstrate it nonetheless.