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Here are some highlights from Mark Oppenheimer’s new book<\/a>: <\/p>\n

* Library Journal may have been sour on Judy, but its readers, the country\u2019s librarians, were not. When parents and activists began to challenge Judy\u2019s books and ask that they be taken off libraries\u2019 shelves, librarians were her chief defenders \u2014 and not just because they valued free speech and easy access to books. As a guild, librarians liked her work. And they\u2019d been among the first to notice it. In the early 1970s, librarians, even those clueless about the attention Judy was getting from The New York Times, were attuned to what was being reviewed in Library Journal and other trade publications. They kept seeing her name pop up, so, naturally, they ordered copies of her first books.
\n Once they discovered her appeal, as children queued to check out her books, librarians kept ordering her work. The library market can bring huge sales, especially to children\u2019s books, because an author like Judy is acquired not just by public libraries but also by school libraries, of which there are thousands. And when a book has a high circulation rate, librarians order second or third copies.
\n Also, children could read books in libraries that they might not ask their parents to buy for them. Librarians, as well as critics, were aware that Judy was seen as a leader in a new school of writing: books called \u201cproblem novels,\u201d or sometimes just \u201crealistic.\u201d One Michigan newspaper writer quipped, \u201cMove over, Hardy Boys,\u201d in a 1974 article about this trend. \u201cChildren\u2019s novels today are talking about broken homes, divorce, alcoholic problems, drug abuse and youth gangs in the inner cities.\u201d
\n That same year, in an upstate New York newspaper, a journalist documented the nascent popularity of children\u2019s books with \u201crough language and discussions of sex,\u201d among other adult themes. The most significant example was Go Ask Alice<\/a>, the 1971 \u201cdiary\u201d (later shown to be a fabrication) of a heroin – addicted fifteen-year-old. But the article cited Judy as another example of the trend and \u201cthe author most often praised by the children and the librarians,\u201d journalist Judy Burke wrote. She quoted school librarian Vivian Robbins summing up the age: \u201c\u2018Kids want realism.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

* Judy didn\u2019t create the new realism, but she produced her best work at a propitious moment. Several recent bestsellers \u2014 The Outsiders<\/a>, The Pigman, Go Ask Alice<\/a> \u2014 had proven there was a huge market for this kind of literature. And the success had acclimated parents and librarians to the idea that children could handle, and might even benefit from, grittier stories. These books were the core of the emerging canon of \u201cyoung adult\u201d literature, a new genre.
\nCategories are created as much as they\u2019re discovered. Before radio programmers in the 1980s invented a category called classic rock, there was no reason to think that a hard – rock band like AC\/DC should be played alongside the mellow sounds of Kansas, or Aerosmith up against Billy Joel. But just as the \u201cclassic rock\u201d category helped fill a market niche \u2014 music for Baby Boomers feeling nostalgia for the recent musical past \u2014 \u201cyoung adult\u201d solved a marketing, and pedagogical, problem that had been around for decades: What exactly should we be urging teenagers to read (and buy)?<\/p>\n

* for a reading public startled by the violence of The Outsiders<\/a> and the nihilism of Go Ask Alice<\/a>, Judy\u2019s books could seem rather tame. It\u2019s a common misconception that her books scandalized readers (or, rather, their parents). While it\u2019s true that her works have been challenged more than almost anyone\u2019s (in part because they are extremely popular, so tend to draw fire), to focus on the would – be censors is to obscure the far greater number of adults for whom Judy\u2019s books were a safer, less radical alternative to what was out there.<\/p>\n

* Feminism \u201cgave me courage to do a lot of things, to think about a lot of things, and ultimately, probably to end my marriage,\u201d Judy said in a 2013 documentary. \u201cI realized that I wanted more. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be out on the streets. I wanted to be part of what these brave women were part of. It was my own little feminist movement inside me.\u201d
\n When the movement finally arrived at Judy\u2019s house, it entered through the mail slot: Judy got the first issue of Ms. in December 1971, when it was published as an insert in New York magazine, to which she and John subscribed; she took out a separate subscription to Ms. right away. The articles in Ms. gave her a sense of community, one enhanced by the fiction she was reading, too. In 1973, she read Erica Jong\u2019s<\/a> (b. 1942) Fear of Flying<\/a>, the story of Isadora Wing, a woman in an unsatisfying marriage who seeks company in the arms of another man. The book resonated with millions of the women who bought it, including Judy, who must have been pleasantly surprised to find a novel about a thirtyish female Jewish writer from New York with a solid but uninspiring husband and, literally, a fear of flying. When Judy finally asked John for a divorce, he \u201cblamed Fear of Flying<\/a> for the end of our marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n

* Meanwhile, there was the hope, or fantasy, that outside of marriage women were frolicking, like Isadora in Fear of Flying<\/a>. \u201cOh my god, how I wanted zipless fucks,\u201d she said (using Jong\u2019s somewhat confusing term for casual sex). \u201cWhy couldn\u2019t I have zipless fucks?\u201d But still, the issue wasn\u2019t sex, not really. \u201cHad I had an intimate and loving marriage, I wouldn\u2019t have craved zipless fucks.\u201d
\nBeginning in about 1974, with her marriage failing, she was open to those zipless fucks. After all, she said, \u201cIt was the seventies. There was a lot going on.\u201d At a conference, a married editor of children\u2019s books came on to her, and she went to bed with him (although they did not have intercourse). And on a vacation she took without John or the children, she had sex with \u201ca very young guy at the beach.\u201d Her period of infidelity was brief, but formative. \u201cI wanted to be bad,\u201d she said. Soon, she got the full post – pill, pre – AIDS experience of cheating: her second extramarital lover, the young guy at the beach, called to say he had a venereal disease. When Judy went to her doctor, he seemed unconcerned \u2014 he prescribed penicillin and told her she\u2019d be fine \u2014 but insisted she tell her other partners. So she told John.<\/p>\n

* Had Judy never begun writing, she might not have discovered how unhappy she was in her marriage.<\/p>\n

* And therein lay a problem: such a book, about teens having consequence – free intercourse, could not be for teens, at least not in 1975. Bradbury Press was scrupulous about marketing Forever<\/a>\u2026 as an adult book. This was a disingenuous claim, but it was one that editor Dick Jackson felt obligated to make. Responding to a reader who found the book inappropriate for his daughter, Jackson replied, \u201cWe regret that you have found the book unwholesome, and a betrayal by Ms. Blume of the high place she holds in the regard of so many American children. We did take particular care to label Forever<\/a>\u2026 as a book for adults on both the front and back flaps of the jacket because of course we realized the book was not one for this writer\u2019s regular audience\u2026. It is not a work that Ms. Blume feels ashamed of \u2014 neither is it a book for your 12 – year – old daughter.\u201d The point is reinforced by the cover illustration, a gorgeous rendering, by the notable jacket designer Janet Halverson, of a large bed, its linens, pillows, and blanket in a state of delightfully suggestive dishevelment.<\/p>\n

* Judy said she imagined a fourteen – year – old reader for the book but not a ten – or twelve – year – old reader. In 1988, she was upset to learn that a school book club was marketing Forever<\/a>\u2026 to elementary schools. \u201cI had no idea you were including my book Forever<\/a> on a list for grades 5 – 8,\u201d Judy wrote. \u201cI don\u2019t think Forever<\/a> belongs with my children\u2019s books. And I don\u2019t think it\u2019s a book to be ordered through a school book club by fifth and sixth graders.\u201d<\/p>\n

* But Judy, and Dick Jackson, and everyone, knew that young children were reading it. \u201cI bought Forever<\/a>\u2026 at a school fair when I was probably ten,\u201d the novelist Curtis Sittenfeld said in 2015. \u201cThere was a used – book sale, and I picked it up and remember being in this big crowded gym and being like, \u2018Uh, does anyone have any idea what this book contains?\u2019 I had stumbled upon this incredible raciness in this wholesome setting. I thought, like, holy smoke! It was very enthralling and very informative. I probably shouldn\u2019t admit this, but I don\u2019t remember the boyfriend\u2019s name, but I remember the name of his penis. Do you remember its name? Isn\u2019t his penis named Ralph?\u201d<\/p>\n

* as a novel about shifting sexual mores, sex outside of marriage, the liberatory promise of the birth control pill, and a woman finding the courage to leave a man she had once loved, Forever<\/a>\u2026 is, like so many of her novels, telling the story of Judy Blume. During the months she was conceiving, writing, and revising the book, Judy was stepping beyond the confines of her marriage, first in her imagination and then in fact. She was entering a second adolescence that, in more than one way, would resemble Katherine\u2019s, filled with the promise of giddy exploration, new bodies, and the freedom to leave them behind.<\/p>\n

* Judy would be with Tom, off and on, until 1979, arguably the worst four years of her life.<\/p>\n

* In this season of change and reinvention, Judy had got a new nose to go with her new life.<\/p>\n

* First, there was the comparison to a bestselling adult author: Judy Blume was the \u201cHarold Robbins of children\u2019s literature\u201d…<\/p>\n

* Judy wrote what she knew. The near – total absence in her books of black characters or of gay characters (save the plausibly queer Artie in Forever<\/a>), the absence of the sublimely rich or the desperately poor, of the southern US or the foreign or the highly religious \u2014 these reflect the limits of her experience. All writers have such limits. Some make it their business to transcend them; they are researchers. But like Philip Roth \u2014 or William Faulkner, James Baldwin, or Alice Munro \u2014 Judy isn\u2019t a researcher. She is a psychologist and a channeler, giving voice to the kind of person she has been or the people she has known, in times, places, and settings familiar to her. As her assistant wrote to a fan in 1988, \u201cJudy has read your letter and she wanted me to tell you that although the subject of gay parenting is an interesting one, she only writes about things with which she is familiar. (Well \u2014 usually!)\u201d She had neither the skills nor the temerity to write about a family affected by AIDS.<\/p>\n

* Judy is a wife, mother, and grandmother, but I do not, despite my best efforts, understand what kind of wife, mother, and grandmother she has been.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Until 1977, child porn was freely available in adult book stores across America. Clubs in San Francisco and LA put on live sex shows (between adults).
\nThe Blume phenomenon makes more sense when you see it as a product of a specific cultural moment rather than a timeless contribution to children’s literature. The early 1970s were the peak of the belief that sexual liberation was therapeutic, that repression was the enemy and openness the cure. Blume absorbed that completely and transmitted it to millions of adolescent readers who had no reason to push back.
\nThe custodian problem<\/a> appears here too. Children’s literature had its own Protestant formation, not in a heavy-handed moralistic sense, but in the sense that stories were expected to form character, to transmit a moral vocabulary, to prepare children for a world with consequences. Blume replaced that formation with the therapeutic premise that children’s feelings are the primary moral datum and that adults who constrain those feelings are the problem. Forever<\/a> is not a book about teenagers having sex. It is a book about the idea that teenage sexual experience is inherently self-actualizing and that the main obstacle to flourishing is adult interference.
\nJudy absorbed the feminist movement through Ms. magazine and Erica Jong<\/a> and it gave her permission to leave a marriage and pursue zipless fucks. She then wrote books that transmitted a version of that permission structure to children, some young. The throughline from her own formation to her fiction to the school book clubs marketing Forever<\/a> to fifth graders is direct. Nobody planned it. The logic of the thing carried it there.
\nFor a traditionalist parent, the horror is not just the sex. It is that the books present an entire moral architecture in which desire is self-validating, consequences are manageable, and the adults who worry are the ones with the problem. A child formed by that architecture has been given a hero system<\/a>, in Becker’s<\/a> sense, that is hostile to the hero systems<\/a> of every tradition. The book does not just describe sex. It installs assumptions.
\nI wonder what the author thinks Blume understood what she was doing at the level of moral formation, or whether she thought she was simply being honest about teenage experience. The two positions have different implications.
\nThe early 1970s were the high-water mark of a specific libertarian argument about sexuality, that the primary harm was repression rather than exploitation, that consenting adults (and the definition of who counted as capable of consent was applied loosely) had the right to whatever materials they sought, and that moral objections were essentially vestigial Puritanism. The 1970 Presidential Commission on Obscenity and Pornography, appointed by Johnson and reporting to Nixon, actually recommended decriminalizing most obscenity, including material involving minors. Nixon rejected the report, but it reflects how far the liberationist premise had traveled into mainstream institutional thinking.
\nThe child pornography case is the reductio that the libertarian argument could not survive. Once Congress acted in 1977 and the Supreme Court upheld the legislation, the consensus shifted fast, and it has held. What is interesting from a David Pinsof<\/a> Alliance Theory<\/a> perspective is that the shift required no argument. The harm was legible in a way that cut across coalitions. The libertarian premise collapsed the moment it was applied to children because the exploitation was too visible to be reframed as liberation.
\nThe Blume case is harder precisely because the harm is less legible. A twelve-year-old reading Forever<\/a> is not being exploited in any direct sense. The harm is architectural, a slow installation of assumptions about desire, consequence, and adult authority, and architectural harm is always easier to dismiss as Puritan anxiety than direct exploitation is. The traditional parent’s instinct that something real is at stake is correct, but the case is harder to make in public, which is why Blume won and the protesters lost.
\nBlume’s porous opposition lost, but for how many was this defeat the beginning of voting Republican and distrusting America’s elite institutions that saw nothing wrong selling such books? Did an anger begin here that led to the election of Trump twice?
\nThis is one of the more underrated threads in the realignment story. The standard account of working-class White Republican voting traces the shift through economic dislocation, trade, deindustrialization, the opioid crisis. Those factors are real. But the cultural betrayal narrative runs deeper and earlier, and it is not primarily about economics.
\nThe parents who showed up to school board meetings in the 1970s and 1980s to object to Blume, to sex education curricula, to values clarification programs, were not making an abstract political argument. They were responding to a concrete experience: institutions they trusted with their children, schools, libraries, publishers, federal courts, had adopted a set of assumptions about childhood, sexuality, and adult authority that were alien and threatening to them. And when they objected, the institutions did not engage their argument. They pathologized it. The objecting parent became the stock villain of the liberal imagination, the book-banner, the Puritan, the repressed hysteric. That experience of being dismissed and caricatured by people who controlled the institutions affecting their children is politically formative in a way that a factory closing is not. A factory closing is a loss. Being told your moral concerns are symptoms of your own dysfunction is a status attack.
\nThomas Frank’s What’s the Matter with Kansas gets the phenomenon half right. He sees working-class voters choosing cultural issues over economic interests and treats this as false consciousness. But the cultural issues were not a distraction from their real interests. For many of these parents, the question of what their children were being formed into was their real interest, more urgent than marginal tax rates.
\nThe Trump coalition includes many people whose political consciousness formed in exactly these school board battles. The specific grievance mutated over decades, from Blume to condom distribution to comprehensive sex ed to gender ideology in elementary schools, but the structure of the grievance remained constant. Elite institutions had decided that traditional parents were the problem, that children needed liberation from their families as much as from ignorance, and that professional expertise trumped parental authority. Each cycle of that conflict sent more people toward whoever seemed willing to say that the experts were wrong.
\nWhat Trump understood, or intuited, was that this accumulated resentment was available and had no adequate political vehicle. The Republican establishment had gestured at cultural conservatism for decades while delivering little, because its donor class shared more assumptions with the liberal elite than with the school board parents. Trump had no such donor constraints and no investment in elite respectability. He could say directly what the school board parents had felt for thirty years: that the people running the institutions despise you and have been using your children to prove it.
\nThe Blume battles were not the cause of Trump. But they were an early chapter in the formation of a political identity built around the perception that America’s cultural institutions had been captured by people with values hostile to ordinary family life, and that the capture was being enforced through the children.
\nLiberals don’t understand that we would rather feel good inside rather than disturbed, uncomfortable and get free healthcare. I want to feel pride in my country, in our ways of doing things, in our standards for raising kids, and this liberal project as embodied in Blume’s commerce and elite status, horrifies me.
\nThe liberal framework treats political preferences as primarily instrumental, as bids for material outcomes, healthcare, wages, environmental protection. From inside that framework, a working-class voter who chooses cultural solidarity over healthcare looks irrational. But the framework is wrong about what politics is for.
\nBecker’s insight<\/a> is relevant here. People do not primarily want comfort and security. They want a coherent account of what their lives mean and what kind of world their children will inherit. A hero system is not a luxury added on top of material interests. It is the thing that makes material life bearable. The conservative parent who rejects free healthcare from a government whose schools distribute Blume to ten-year-olds is not making a bad trade. He is refusing to accept material benefits from an institution that has declared his entire moral world illegitimate. That refusal has dignity.
\nThe liberal project as embodied in Blume is not just permissive about sex. It carries a complete anthropology: the self is prior to its formation, desire is self-validating, inherited moral frameworks are obstacles to authenticity, and the role of institutions is to liberate children from their parents’ assumptions rather than transmit those assumptions. If you believe, as traditional religious communities do, that the self is not prior to its formation but is constituted by it, that desire requires ordering rather than validation, and that the transmission of inherited moral frameworks is the central task of education, then the Blume project is not a minor disagreement about appropriate reading material. It is a direct attack on everything you are trying to build.
\nThe elite dismissal of that perception as bigotry confirms the perception. When the people who run the institutions tell you that your horror at what they are offering your children is a symptom of your own pathology, you have learned something true and important about those institutions.<\/p>\n

Judy Blume’s career is inseparable from the same cultural moment Thomas B. Edsall describes in his Sep. 15, 2021 column on abortion<\/a>. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret<\/a> came out in 1970, Forever<\/a> in 1975, right in the middle of the period when the religious right was consolidating around abortion, sex education, and the control of what children read. Blume became a primary target of the book-banning campaigns that Falwell and Weyrich’s coalition energized, not incidentally but centrally. She was exactly what they were mobilizing against: a Jewish woman from New Jersey writing frankly about adolescent sexuality, menstruation, masturbation, and premarital sex for the children of the Southern Baptist and evangelical families they were organizing.
\nEdsall’s key insight, drawn from Leege, is that the hated people were the same across issues. The elites pushing racial integration were the same elites pushing permissive abortion laws and, Leege might have added, the same elites putting frank books about puberty in school libraries. Blume fit the profile perfectly. Secular, Jewish, Northern, educated, urban, sexually candid. She was a coalition-building gift to the religious right because she made the abstraction concrete. Parents could hold up Deenie or Forever<\/a> and say: this is what they want to put in front of your twelve year old daughter.
\nWhat Oppenheimer gestures at but never fully argues is that Blume’s championing of free speech and her battles against book banning were not separable from her identity as a writer. She wrote the books she wrote because she believed children deserved honest access to their own experience. The religious right banned them for exactly the same reason they opposed abortion: the transmission of civilization depends on the formation of the young, and formation requires that children not be handed adult sexual knowledge. Blume intuited this even if she never quite theorized it.<\/p>\n

A twelve-year-old girl who reads Forever learns that premarital sex can be navigated without consequence, that desire is its own justification, and that the adults who might counsel otherwise are simply repressed. From the trad perspective this defends a developmental sequence that took centuries to build and can be destroyed in a generation.<\/p>\n

From a traditional perspective, the sexual revolution did not liberate women. It liberated men from obligation. The old order required men to marry before they had sexual access, which gave women leverage and children fathers. The new order, of which Blume’s books were both symptom and instrument, taught girls to want what boys had always wanted without asking what girls would lose in the exchange. The abortion debate sits exactly here. The trad sees abortion not as the control of female sexuality but as the consequence of its prior liberation, the cleanup operation for a revolution whose costs fall primarily on women and children.<\/p>\n

From this angle Blume is not a liberator but a recruiter, bringing the next generation of girls into a sexual economy that was never designed with their long term interests in mind. The frank talk about menstruation and masturbation and first intercourse looks like honesty but functions, the trad argues, as normalization. It moves the threshold. What required transgression in 1965 requires no courage at all by 1985, and what requires no courage by 1985 has become compulsory by 2005.<\/p>\n

The trad case is not simply about control. At its most serious it is about what a culture owes its children, which is not maximum information and minimum judgment but a structured initiation into the adult world at a pace the young person can actually integrate. Blume believed children could handle the truth. The trad believes the truth without wisdom is not liberation but abandonment.<\/p>\n

Forever<\/a> is not a prurient book. It treats adolescent sexuality with more seriousness and consequence than most adult fiction of the period. But once the religious right moralized the issue of what children should read, the content of the book became almost irrelevant. It was a symbol in a coalition war, the same way abortion functioned less as a considered moral position than as a marker of which team you were on.<\/p>\n

Oppenheimer covers the censorship battles but, characteristically, stays on the surface. He notes that Blume fought back, that she worked with libraries, that she became a free speech advocate. He does not connect this to the deeper political story Edsall tells, the story about how sexuality, race, religion, and partisan identity fused in the late 1970s into a coalition that targeted people exactly like Judy Blume. That connection would have given the biography a spine it currently lacks.<\/p>\n

Blume’s books were, among other things, a delivery system for the sexual revolution into the lives of twelve year olds. She believed children deserved honest information about desire and bodies, and she was not wrong that the sanitized alternatives left young people alone with confusion and shame. But the Mac Donald analysis suggests that the revolution whose early grammar Blume helped teach had consequences nobody in 1975 was willing to follow to their conclusion.<\/p>\n

The trad case against Blume is that you cannot tell a generation of girls that desire is its own justification, that adult caution is merely repression, that the body’s experience is the truest form of knowledge, and then be surprised when those girls arrive at college without the interior resources to navigate a sexual culture that was built primarily to serve male appetite. Blume gave her readers emotional honesty about puberty. She did not give them, because she did not have, a framework for what comes after desire is liberated but commitment remains optional.<\/p>\n

Heather Mac Donald observes<\/a> that the campus rape bureaucracy<\/a> arose precisely because the sexual revolution destroyed<\/a> the informal rules that previously governed male and female interaction, and nothing coherent replaced them. The old regime was paternalistic, and it created friction that protected women by making casual sex difficult. The new regime removed the friction and then discovered, two generations later, that friction had been doing real work. What replaced it was not freedom but a byzantine legal apparatus staffed by ideologues who could not acknowledge the problem’s source because doing so would implicate the revolution they had built their careers defending.<\/p>\n

Blume sits upstream of all this. She is not responsible for campus Title IX tribunals, but she is part of the cultural current that made them necessary. The books taught a generation that frankness about sex was liberation. Mac Donald shows where that frankness landed when it hit institutional reality without wisdom or structure to contain it.<\/p>\n

The deeper irony is that Blume’s own life, the three marriages, the affairs, the emotional opacity Oppenheimer could not penetrate, suggests she knew at some level that sexual frankness and relational flourishing are not the same thing. She gave her readers the first and withheld, perhaps because she did not possess it herself, the second. Her fiction is honest about desire and almost silent about its costs. That silence is where the Mac Donald critique begins<\/a>.<\/p>\n

What does greatness in literary biography look like? Richard Ellmann<\/a> (1918-1987) comes to mind. His work on James Joyce is great<\/a>, and his book on Oscar Wilde<\/a> is good. Mark Oppenheimer is no Richard Ellmann, but nobody is. Leon Edel’s<\/a> (1907-1997) five-volume biography of Henry James<\/a> is the other great monument of 20th century literary biography. Edel brought psychoanalytic depth to James that Ellmann might not have managed, partly because James’s inner life was so thoroughly concealed behind his prose that you needed a different set of tools. Edel spent decades on the project and the result is comparable in ambition and achievement to the Joyce biography, if less readable.
\nWalter Jackson Bate<\/a> (1918-1999) wrote biographies of Keats and Samuel Johnson that many scholars rank with Ellmann. The Johnson in particular is a masterpiece of empathy. Bate understood melancholy, creative paralysis, and the gap between ambition and output in a way that made Johnson’s life feel urgent rather than historical.
\nWhat Ellmann did better than almost anyone is combine three things that rarely appear together: total command of the primary texts, massive archival research, and commanding prose style. Most scholarly biographers can manage one or two. Edel had the critical intelligence and the research but his prose is denser. Bate had the empathy and the prose but worked on subjects where the archives were thinner. Ellmann had all three, and he had them on subjects, Joyce especially, where the difficulty of the material would have defeated a lesser critic.
\nSo the fairest thing to say is that Ellmann is the name you reach for first when someone asks who did it best, but the conversation doesn’t end there.
\nJeffrey Meyers<\/a> (b. 1939) wrote biographies of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, Conrad, Orwell, Edmund Wilson, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, D.H. Lawrence, and many others. The output is remarkable in volume.
\nThe knock on Meyers is that quantity came at some cost to depth. He is a competent researcher and a clear writer, but critics have noted that the biographies tend to sit on the surface of the literary work rather than penetrating it the way Ellmann did. He tells you what happened and places the writer in context, but the critical intelligence that makes Ellmann indispensable is not consistently present in Meyers. The Hemingway biography is probably his best known and is solid, but scholars who specialize in Hemingway tend to reach for Michael Reynolds’s<\/a> (1937-2000) multi-volume life<\/a> first, which is more exhaustive and more critically rigorous.
\nMeyers is better understood as a man of letters in the older sense, someone who keeps the tradition of serious literary biography alive through sheer commitment and range, rather than as a critic who transforms how we read a particular writer. That is not nothing. But it puts him in a different category from Ellmann or Bate.
\nMeyers comes to his subjects as a literary critic. He has read the work seriously, has views about it, and can place a writer like Hemingway or Orwell within a tradition. The biographies are sometimes thin critically and reviewers have caught him in factual errors, but there is a baseline of literary engagement. He knows why Hemingway matters as a prose stylist even if he cannot always show you the machinery the way Reynolds can. He has a thesis about each writer, even when the thesis is not fully developed.
\nOppenheimer does not have that. His training is in religious studies, and his previous books deal with Jewish communal life and a synagogue shooting. He came to Blume as a longtime fan rather than as a literary critic with a developed view of children’s literature or the YA form. The Blume biography can tell you that Blume brought realism to children’s fiction and that this mattered, but it cannot go much further than that. It lacks the critical framework to explain why the prose works, what Blume’s relationship to her predecessors and contemporaries was at the level of craft, or where she sits in the longer history of American fiction for young readers.
\nOppenheimer demonstrates little understanding of the tacit, which is key to understanding Blume’s gift.<\/a>
\nEllmann understood that the most important things about a man are rarely stated. Joyce did not explain Ulysses and Wilde did not explain the paradox at the center of his self-destruction. Ellmann did not wait for his subjects to hand him the interpretation. He read the work, read the letters, read the testimony of people around them, and then made an argument about what was operating beneath the surface that the subject himself could not or would not articulate.
\nThe tacit in Joyce’s case is the relationship between shame and art. Joyce left Ireland, rejected the Church, broke with family and language and tradition, and spent the rest of his life writing about almost nothing else. The exile was the wound and the wound was the subject. Ellmann does not simply report this. He shows how it operates at the level of the sentences, how the guilt and the irony and the liturgical cadences are all doing the same psychological work from different angles. He makes you see that Ulysses is not just set in Dublin but is an attempt to possess Dublin by recreating it completely, the colonization of a city by a man who could not live there. That is a tacit argument Joyce never made about himself and might have denied.
\nWith Wilde the tacit is the death wish. Ellmann argues that Wilde at some level engineered his own destruction, that the prosecution of Queensberry was a provocation Wilde did not have to accept and pursued anyway. The man who made epigrams about masks and surfaces was unable to sustain the distance between his public self and his private life, and the collapse was not entirely unwilled. Ellmann does not say Wilde wanted to go to prison. He shows you the sequence of decisions and lets the argument build tacitly, the way the best criticism works.
\nWhat made this possible is that Ellmann trusted inference. He was willing to say: given everything we know about this man, the most plausible explanation of this behavior is this. That requires confidence and it requires a critical framework strong enough to bear the weight of the inference. Ellmann had both.
\nOppenheimer by contrast stays close to the surface of what Blume told him or what the documents confirm. The tacit in Blume’s life, the pattern of emotional attunement with strangers combined with opacity in her closest relationships, the recurring fictional mothers who fail their children, the three marriages and what they suggest about her capacity for intimacy, all of this requires exactly the kind of inference Ellmann practiced and Oppenheimer avoided. The 40-page memo made inference dangerous. Ellmann’s subjects could not send memos. That structural difference goes a long way toward explaining why one body of work endures and the other will be a useful reference.
\nAnother difference is independence. Meyers, whatever his faults, wrote about dead subjects and went where the evidence took him. The Blume biography carries the weight of that 40-page memo Blume sent after reading the manuscript. You can feel the warmth throughout, and warmth is the enemy of judgment. Meyers could be harsh. His Hemingway does not flinch from the cruelty and the self-destruction. Oppenheimer’s Blume, as Kirkus noted, stays relentlessly upbeat.
\nSo Meyers, at his ordinary level, still brings more critical seriousness to the form than Oppenheimer does. The Blume book is better understood as an authorized portrait by an admiring journalist than as a literary biography in the tradition Ellmann established and Meyers, imperfectly, continued.
\nEllmann brought literary criticism to his subjects. His Joyce biography remains the gold standard because he understood Modernism from the inside and could show exactly how life became art. The Wilde biography was less triumphant but still carried that same capacity for critical penetration. Ellmann treated his subjects as intellectual problems worth solving.
\nOppenheimer is a different kind of writer. He is a journalist<\/a>. He traces Blume’s life chronologically in chapters that connect events she lived through to the plots of her novels<\/a>, which is solid but not ambitious. He had access to Blume herself, hours of interviews and hundreds of email responses, and she connected him with family members and friends<\/a>. After he sent her a draft, she responded with a 40-page memo of suggestions, some of which he accepted and others not. That kind of subject cooperation tends to soften a biography.
\nThe reviews reflect this. Kirkus called it “relentlessly upbeat<\/a>,” noting that Blume’s battles with censorious parents and librarians get little space. One Goodreads reviewer put it bluntly: at nearly 500 pages it was mostly surface-level, going deep into topics that weren’t important while failing to get anything personal about Blume’s inner life<\/a>. Even Oppenheimer’s own epilogue registers regret: “What is frustrating, for the biographer, is the nagging sense that I am missing a lot<\/a>.”
\nThat self-awareness is honest, but it also points to the book’s limits. Ellmann would not have written an epilogue confessing he missed his subject. The Blume biography reads like the work of an admiring fan who got extraordinary access but couldn’t deliver the full reckoning. Competent and thorough, but not in the same league as the greats of the form such as Ellmann, who wrote as a critic first and a chronicler second. He didn’t just track what happened in Joyce’s life and then note which novel it fed into. He understood Ulysses and Dubliners at a level where he could show the precise alchemy by which experience became art. The biography of Joyce works because Ellmann could read the fiction as well as Joyce could, and sometimes better. He brought a mind equal to the subject.
\nThat kind of equality between biographer and subject is rare and almost never announced. You feel it in the quality of the literary judgments. When Ellmann explains what Joyce was doing with the Nighttown episode or why the ending of “The Dead” lands the way it does, he is not summarizing scholarly consensus. He is thinking. The biography of Wilde is slightly less successful because Wilde is harder to pin down, but even there Ellmann understood the paradox at the center of Wilde’s career: that a man who made an art of surfaces was destroyed by the one thing he could not keep on the surface.
\nOppenheimer lacks that. His training is in religious studies and journalism, and nothing in the Blume book suggests he has thought about children’s literature or the YA form at the level the subject deserves. He can tell you what happened in Blume’s life and point to which novel it fed. That is the chapter-by-chapter template reviewers noticed. But he cannot tell you, with any depth, why Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret<\/a> works as a piece of writing rather than as a cultural artifact. The critical intelligence is not there.
\nThere is also the problem of access. Ellmann’s subjects were dead. He could follow the evidence wherever it went, interview enemies as freely as admirers, and reach conclusions Wilde or Joyce could not protest. Oppenheimer had Blume sitting across from him, cooperative but also sending 40-page memos about the manuscript. That kind of proximity tends to produce warmth at the cost of clarity. The biographer who owes his subject gratitude for access is not the biographer best positioned to deliver an honest judgment.
\nEllmann also understood that a great biography has to take a position about its subject’s place in literary history. He argued, implicitly and explicitly, that Joyce was the central figure of Modernist fiction. Everything in the biography orients around that claim. Oppenheimer never argues anything comparable about Blume. He gestures at her cultural importance, notes that she received 2,000 letters a month at her peak, tracks the censorship battles, but the book never commits to a thesis. It remains a chronicle rather than an argument.
\nWhat you felt reading both books is the difference between a biographer who has something to say and one who has a lot to report.<\/p>\n

Oppenheimer concludes: “Judy is a wife, mother, and grandmother, but I do not, despite my best efforts, understand what kind of wife, mother, and grandmother she has been.” Several readers noted that Blume’s relationships come across as, in one reviewer’s words, “a hot mess,” but Oppenheimer never examines why. She had three marriages, two divorces, affairs during her first marriage, and a chaotic second marriage to Tom Kitchens that collapsed quickly. That pattern across decades suggests something persistent in how she attaches to people and what she needs from intimacy. A biographer willing to press on that might have found the key to the whole life. Oppenheimer registers the facts but pulls back from the interpretation.
\nThere is also the question of her children. Blume built her career writing about the inner lives of children with unusual precision and empathy, yet her own children remain largely offstage in the biography. That gap is striking. A woman who could articulate adolescent experience for tens of millions of readers but whose relationship with her actual children stays opaque in her own biography suggests either that Oppenheimer could not get access to that material or chose not to push for it.
\nThe 40-page memo is probably the key to what he refused to see. When a subject responds to a draft manuscript with 40 pages of suggestions, the biographer faces a choice between gratitude and honesty. Oppenheimer clearly leaned toward gratitude. The access that made the book possible also made it safe. Blume gave him her papers and her time, and in return he gave her a portrait she could live with.
\nWhat Ellmann understood, and what Oppenheimer did not fully reckon with, is that the most important things about a writer are often the things the writer least wants examined. The gap between Blume’s public warmth, her legendary responsiveness to young readers, her championing of free speech, and whatever she was like as a mother and wife, is precisely where the interesting biography lives. Oppenheimer stood at the edge of that gap, acknowledged it in his epilogue, and stepped back.<\/p>\n

Blume’s books are unusually autobiographical.
\nThe mothers in her fiction are frequently absent in the ways that matter. They are physically present but emotionally elsewhere, preoccupied with their own needs, their marriages, their social standing. Margaret’s mother in Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret<\/a> is well-meaning but useless to her daughter on the questions that matter. The mother in Blubber fails to see what is happening to her child entirely. This is a consistent pattern across the work, not an occasional feature. Blume returns again and again to children who are navigating the hardest experiences of their lives largely alone, reaching toward adults who cannot meet them. That is not an accident of plot. It is a worldview.
\nHer adult novels are more revealing still. Wifey is about a suburban housewife whose marriage is sexually dead and who pursues affairs with a mixture of excitement and self-contempt. Smart Women features divorced mothers whose romantic lives crowd out their parenting. Oppenheimer noted that everybody in Smart Women has the emotional age of about twenty. That is a sharp observation but he did not follow it far enough. A writer who repeatedly populates her adult fiction with women who cannot grow up, who remain oriented toward their own desires and wounds rather than toward their children, is telling you something about her own experience of motherhood, whether as a child or as a parent.
\nThe letters she received, 2,000 a month at her peak, are also suggestive. Children wrote to her because she understood them in ways their own parents did not. She became a surrogate confidante for millions of young readers precisely because she could articulate what adults in those children’s lives refused to see or say. That capacity for emotional attunement with children she had never met, combined with the persistent opacity about her relationships with her own children, points toward a woman who might have been easier to know at a distance than up close.
\nThe reasonable surmise is that Blume was a better mother to her readers than to her children, not necessarily out of coldness but out of the particular way her gifts were arranged. The empathy that produced the books required a kind of imaginative remove. The daily work of motherhood, its obligations and its frictions, sat uneasily with that. Her fiction keeps circling this without naming it. Oppenheimer saw the circle but could not bring himself to name what was at the center.<\/p>\n

Erica Jong<\/a> and Jude Blume belong to the same cultural moment and share certain preoccupations, even though they wrote for different audiences.
\nJong’s Fear of Flying came out in 1973, the same period when Blume was hitting her stride. Both women were liberal secular Jews, suburban-raised, products of the postwar middle class, and both made their careers by saying publicly what women were supposed to keep private. Jong’s “zipless fuck” and Blume’s frank treatment of adolescent sexuality in Forever are different in degree but not in kind. Both represented a generation of women who experienced the feminine mystique as a trap and who used writing as escape and as revenge.
\nWhat Jong’s life reveals is the cost of that particular freedom. She had four marriages, wrote extensively about her own romantic and sexual life, and was candid in interviews and memoirs about being a difficult person to live with, self-absorbed, hungry for admiration, constitutionally unsuited to domestic life. Her daughter Molly Jong-Fast has written about this with considerable honesty, describing a childhood in which her mother’s needs and appetites dominated the household. Jong was more famous for her candor than for her reliability as a parent.
\nThe parallel with Blume is not exact but it is suggestive. Both women built careers on a kind of radical emotional honesty about desire and selfhood that sat in tension with the self-subordination traditional motherhood demands. The writer who insists on her own inner life as primary material, who treats her own feelings and needs as the most important subject in the room, tends to struggle with the specific requirement of parenting, which is sustained attention to someone else’s inner life at the expense of your own.
\nSylvia Plath is the darker version of this story. Anne Sexton darker still. Both were mothers whose creative and psychological needs overwhelmed their capacity for the ordinary sustaining work of raising children. Neither survived long enough to be a grandmother. But the pattern they represent, the woman writer of mid-century America for whom selfhood and motherhood existed in conflict rather than complementarity, runs through the whole generation.
\nWhat Blume shares with Jong and to a lesser extent with the confessional poets is that her writing is most alive when it is closest to her own experience and most generic when it moves away from it. That writing tends to come from people who are more interesting to themselves than to the people around them. Oppenheimer sensed this but wouldn’t or couldn’t say so plainly.<\/p>\n

Grok says: <\/p>\n

Blume and her family are protective and emotionally guarded. Interviews with her kids and husband showed them \u201cprotecting one another, as loving families do.\u201d Blume herself has long been private about her domestic life; she\u2019s open in interviews about bodies, sex, and puberty (the stuff her books made famous), but far less so about feelings, conflicts, or the day-to-day emotional texture of marriage and parenting. Her son Larry has called her \u201cthe least analytical person\u201d he\u2019s ever met. <\/p>\n

Her own upbringing set the pattern. Blume\u2019s parents (especially her mother, Essie) were sexually frank but emotionally withholding\u2014feelings were not discussed, crying was discouraged (\u201cWe\u2019re not going to give anybody a show here\u201d), and Blume learned to tell her parents only what they wanted to hear. Reviewers note this parallel: she had an emotionally distant relationship with her mother, and the biography alludes to (but doesn\u2019t deeply excavate) tensions with her own teenage children. Oppenheimer senses this history shaped how she parents and grandparents, but he can\u2019t get past the \u201cmessiness at bay\u201d approach she and her family maintain. <\/p>\n

The book covers the broad strokes: her stifling first marriage (to John Blume, which gave her the name and two kids but left her bored and unfulfilled); a brief, painful second marriage (during which she had two abortions); and her happy third marriage to Cooper since the early 1980s. It touches on her kids\u2019 teenage rebellions and some \u201cquestionable\u201d parenting decisions, her role as a grandmother (including one grandson encouraging later Fudge books), and even lighter moments like her daughter Randy reading and critiquing manuscripts as a child. But the emotional how\u2014what kind of wife, mother, or grandmother she was in the daily, complicated sense\u2014remains elusive. He treats big personal events (infidelity at the end of the first marriage, cancer\/mastectomy) relatively lightly. <\/p>\n

What he \u201cmissed\u201d was the deeper, messier emotional interior of her family life\u2014largely because Blume, her husband, and her kids kept it shielded (consistent with how she has always presented herself publicly). He ran into the limits of what she and her family were willing to reveal, even to a sympathetic biographer they had invited in. The quote is Oppenheimer\u2019s graceful way of saying: I got as close as I could, but some doors stayed closed. That tension is part of why the biography feels honest rather than hagiographic\u2014and why Blume ultimately stepped back.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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