John Green does not need my support. The Fault in Our Stars is a massive best-seller and the movie
version is due out this spring. According to his brief bio, Green has won the
Printz Medal, a Printz Honor, and the Edgar Award. He’s twice been a finalist
for the LA Times Book Prize. But because
some of you—and you know who you are—may not be regularly exposed to young
adult fiction, you may not have heard of The
Fault in Our Stars or dismissed it despite its popularity. This means you
are missing something extraordinary.
The novel is told in the first person by Hazel Grace
Lancaster, who sets the tone immediately: “Late in the winter of my seventeenth
year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the
house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate
infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking
about death.”
Hazel’s cancer has settled in her lungs and is currently being
held at bay by a new drug. Her mother and Doctor Jim, who adjusts her meds,
decide she needs Support Group, “a rotating cast of characters in various
states of tumor-driven unwellness.” In Group, she meets Augustus Waters,
another cancer survivor, whose right leg has been amputated. They become best
friends.
Another of Hazel’s friends, although he doesn’t know it, is
Peter Van Houten, “the reclusive author of An
Imperial Affliction, the book that was as close to a thing as I had to a
Bible. Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to
(a) understand what it’s like to be dying and (b) not to have died.” An Imperial Affliction book seems to end
inconclusively and although Hazel has written Van Houten any number of letters
to ask about the characters, he’s never answered. Gus is so taken by the book
and so involved with Hazel, he uses his one wish from The Genie Foundation,
“which is in the business of giving sick kids one wish,” to take Hazel and her
mother to Amsterdam to meet Van Houten.
The Fault in Our Stars
is a number of things, all done extraordinarily well. It is an investigation
into feelings about death. It is a poignant love story. It is a comic novel (I
laughed aloud at several points). It is a meditation on literature, what it
means, what it can mean, and the difference between the writer and the writing.
It is, I think, finally, an illustration of what it means to accept reality. As
Gus says, “The world is not a wish-granting factory.” Despite considerable propaganda
to the contrary (most advertising, fiction, movies, TV shows, songs, and more),
he’s right.
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