“Keep cool” became my mantra in December 2005, when the phone rang for the third time and I knew a short message would be left expounding the caller’s disappointment in me. The first two calls had been surprising rants that made my invisible antennas, not unlike the antennas of ants, start vibrating. I, a poet, was suddenly controversial over my chapter novel Marisol, a 140-page story of a little girl (Marisol) living in Pilsen’s mainly Latino area of Chicago.
That’s Gary Soto’s lead in his disturbing post, “Why I’ve Stopped Writing Children’s Literature.” I urge you to read the whole thing. Thanks to Maia via child_lit for the heads-up.