The Catholics in Wisconsin are brilliant — at least the ones I know. Here’s a brief review of The Hunger Games from not just a brilliant Wisconsin Catholic, but a future Saint Joan for sure:
So, America. You seem to be pretty interested in Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy. Just to stay somewhat culturally literate (and to have a better handle on my kids’ reading choices), I read it this last week. I don’t know anything about Suzanne Collins except that she’s Catholic (my son told me that yesterday after I’d finished reading the whole thing). I told him I wasn’t surprised.
It’s basically a rehash of the Roman Coliseum (panem et circenses). Its closing message? 100% pro-life; it’s as if Collins is talking to modern America: “Something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like.” Just in case there’s anyone out there (other than me) who hasn’t read it, I won’t spoil the ending, but I will say it ends upholding the basic teachings of the Catholic Church, on everything from original sin to the centrality of the family in God’s plan.
Will I read it again? No, probably not. Too much focus on the psychological damage of suffering without sufficient reflection on the meaning of redemptive suffering, though one can connect the dots.
I didn’t particularly care for Katniss, but I liked Prim and Peeta. Peeta, the baker’s son, the giver of bread. It always comes back to bread, ya know!?