And, I wondered, how could I have spent decades thinking that I thought everything was always wrong at the same time that I thought I thought that people were basically good at heart? Which was it? I began to question what I actually thought and found that I do not think that people are basically good at heart; indeed, that view of human nature has both prompted and informed my writing for the last 40 years. I think that people, in circumstances of stress, can behave like swine, and that this, indeed, is not only a fit subject, but the only subject, of drama.
Even if this playwright is wrong about people (if), what if he’s right about drama, and its ‘only fit subject’?
What might this mean for children’s literature, or perhaps for a ‘definition of children’s literature’, as opposed to literature for adults?