The experience of reading this book made a lot more sense once I realized it was written by an older person at the end of his life (RIP, Benjamin Alire Sáenz.)
And I’m not saying that there’s an age range in which you can or cannot write a book for a certain audience. This wasn’t even the first Young Adult novel I’ve recently read that seemed to draaaaaaaaag (and the other was written by someone much younger than this author.) But the reliance on philosophy vs characterization, as well as a certain lack of immediacy in the narrative, had me questioning why this was written for the YA market, where readers are generally assumed to have shorter attention spans. Sure the main characters are teenagers, but they’re young people written by someone focused more on message than on actual viscerality. Even tho When The World Was Happy is written in the first person, all the emotions feel at a remove, as if this was meant more as a parable than an otherwise realistic chronicle.
That chronicle is ostensibly of the life of CheChe, a gay teenager entering his junior year of high school in El Paso, Texas. He has a twin sister Emma, a mom who’s their school librarian and a dad who’s an artist and lecturer at the University of Texas El Paso. Their life is nerd heaven. CheChe knows he’s both lucky and privileged, and revels in his idyllic existence. He’s well-aware that there’s a lot of prejudice against both Mexican Americans and gay people, but takes comfort in the fact that he’s surrounded by love, acceptance, and the peace and happiness that come from both.








