One of the most poignant questions an author can address is the question of human nature. In most cases, authors will take the chilling (and realistic) approach that tells that world that, as a collective group, humans really aren’t that good when it comes down to it. That premise becomes downright horrifying when you throw children into the mix.
Suzanne Collins does just that in her novel The Hunger Games.
In a bleak future, the former North America is divided into twelve districts and ruled (with an iron fist, of course) by the Capital. In order to remind the populace why rebellion is a bad idea, the Capital has the annual Hunger Games- a Battle Royale style competition that puts two people from each district in a landscape arena…last person standing wins. These two people? Children between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Katniss takes the place of her twelve-year-old sister, when Primrose is chosen in the yearly draw. Along with Peeta, Katniss is whisked off to the Capital and will have to kill twenty-three other tween/teens in order to survive.
If the idea of the games itself isn’t terrifying, the hype around them amps up the horror. The tributes (those participating in the games) are treated like American Idol contestants, complete with stylists, interviews, and judges ranking them on their talents (in this case, killing and survival skills). People sponsor and bet on which kid is going to win. Twenty-four kids are going to kill each other (or be killed by the hostile environment and traps the games masters create) and everyone is going to watch it as live entertainment. Then there are the kids themselves. They have to kill to survive, and quite a few of them are going to do it gleefully. One of the girls plans to make Katniss’s death ‘good’ (aka torture) if she’s allowed to kill her. Other tributes are killed by arrows, spears, knives, and with bare hands…all by other children.
Reading the book is gut wrenching, because you know the only way Katniss is going to survive is if the others die. And you don’t want most of the others to die, especially Peeta and sweet little twelve-year-old Rue. The reader is in the exact place as the viewer of the Hunger Games, and that is in a troubling thought. The idea is terrifying, plain and simple. The fact that The Hunger Games is marketed towards a young adult audience doesn’t play down that fact. In fact, it quite possibly amplifies it. Folks, by the time you’re finished, you’ll be agreeing that human nature is a scary thing.