Last week, novelist Walter
Dean Myers passed away. He has rightly been hailed as a literary icon for
his ability to capture the experience of African-American males in books such
as Monster and Fallen Angels. My purpose here is not to discuss Myers’ great
virtues, but his humble ones. I will leave it those who are actually
African-American to speak about how Myers influenced them as African-American
readers. As I am male, though, I will address myself to how Myers has
influenced me as a male reader. His young-adult book The Legend of
Tarik was one of the first novels I ever read and certainly the first that
I felt really strongly about. That the book drew my seven-year-old self across
the then intimidating length of nearly 200 pages and brought me back to read it
again repeatedly should be sufficient praise. In third grade, we were able to
earn the privilege of reading to the class. I used the opportunity to subject
the class to my reading from Tarik. I
confess that I owe an apology to my classmates, not for my choice in books, but
for my zeal in pressing it upon them.
I have no intention of praising Tarik as great literature let alone to claim it as grounds for
declaring Myers a great author. The fact that Myers has become a part of the
canon of American literature, with his books commonly used in school curricula,
was not something I was aware of until I was an adult. No teacher made me read Tarik; it was something I bought for
myself at a school book fair. What are Tarik’s
virtues? The ultimate standard to judge fantasy is that used by the grandfather
in Princess Bride:
“fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true
love [and] miracles.”
To be fair, Tarik does not have much in the true love department beyond Tarik being assaulted by a she-demon, who attempts to tempt Tarik to kiss her. Tarik does gain a female friend later in the book, but that is quite platonic. That being said; my younger self had yet to see such an absence of romance as a flaw. What Tarik has in spades are revenge and fighting. Tarik’s family is massacred at the beginning by an evil warlord, El Meurte. A pair of wise men save Tarik, train him to fight and send him on a series of quests for objects of power to aid him in seeking revenge. The second half of the book consists of Tarik pursuing his enemy, hacking his way through plenty of bad guys, even as he suffers loses along the way, while building up to the final confrontation.
Does any of this make Tarik
great literature? Part of my present self is inclined to say no. There is no subtlety
to the characters nor is there much rhyme and reason to why things happen.
Tarik is given his motive in the beginning and then a series of set pieces that
serve as obstacles to pass through before battling the big boss. In essence,
this is a video game plot. As we are dealing with fantasy, it is hardly a
criticism that Myers uses the tropes of questing and the arch-villain. His sin,
though, is that there is nothing particularly creative in how he uses them.
On behalf of my younger self, let me respond that Myers
wrote the book that I needed to read at the time I read it. If there is nothing
sophisticated with the characters and plot, it is because I was being given the
chance to experience hating someone and going on a thrilling ride leading to
his defeat without any needless clutter. I have no problem defending action
movies simply as action movies because they provide great fight sequences and
the fighting in Tarik is certainly
entertaining. If Myers shamelessly uses fantasy tropes, I needed to learn those
troupes in their clearest possible form so I could appreciate other works of
fantasy. Tarik was a good toy for me.
It was fun to play with and, even if I did not realize it at the time, I absorbed
something valuable regarding the mechanisms of good storytelling. As with all
great toys, adults mock them at the risk of revealing that they flunked
childhood and need to be held back a grade.
Maybe the most important feature weighing in favor of Tarik is simply that I remain emotionally
invested in that book. A large part of that is precisely that this is a book
that I discovered for myself and was never popular enough to be widely read by
others. Thus, Tarik remains mine as
if Myers personally read me this story. I almost selfishly wish that Myers
never became famous, certainly not for other books. I want him to remain the
author of Tarik, the book that made
me a fantasy reader. Those fans of Myers who wish to take him from me for a
higher purpose are free to try.
Tarik is not the
only book I have read that is special to me precisely because of its lack of
popularity. Another example that comes to my mind is Grace Chetwin’s Gom series, a discussion
for perhaps another time. So I ask readers, not what are your favorite books,
but which books hold a special place in your heart precisely because few people
have heard of them?