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Today Im thrilled to welcome Megan Abbott author of The Fever to the blog today. Megan stopped by to share a few thoughts on social media and her book.
Teen Girls in a Hyper-connected World
by Megan Abbott -2014
When I was a teenager, there was no internet, no text messaging, no smart phones. And even then I distinctly remember feeling overwhelmed with the world of my peers, the everyday intrigues, arguments, and small and large betrayals among my friends and classmates. During the school day, we might pass long notes written feverishly during study hall, during overlong lectures, between classes. Notes stuffed in locker vents or passed from desk to desk, folded in intricate patterns. Rumors about hook-ups and break-ups and scandalous behavior. It was thrilling and exhausting.
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Each school day was filled with so much emotion and energy and pressure. And I remember in some ways not wanting it to end at three o’clock, but I also remember the relief of being at home, in my bedroom, lying on bed and reading, unwinding, unfurling. Just being myself.
In the evenings, other than maybe one of those mammoth phone calls one might have with a friend until the wee hours, the cord twirled tightly around my arm, the peer world was essentially “on hold” until the following school day. We all had time to just be ourselves, our private selves. That’s just not the case anymore for most teenagers. Texting, social media—the peer world is potentially around the clock and it can be hard to shut off.
There are wonderful gifts the internet has provided—had I been able to go online as a teen I think I would have been thrilled to discover how many other people there were like me—people I couldn’t have found in my Midwestern suburban school. People who also liked film noir, true-crime, Hollywood screwball comedies, Shirley Jackson. But I also think it would have been much harder, more intense. More exhausting. To be fashioning a public persona (even if the persona isn’t that different from oneself) and cultivating it at all times because one potentially has 24/7 interaction with the world, one’s friends, one’s peers—well, it seems so much harder to feel comfortable with oneself, to find oneself. To be free from the gaze of others. Or from our own self-judging, self-critical eye.
In the evenings, other than maybe one of those mammoth phone calls one might have with a friend until the wee hours, the cord twirled tightly around my arm, the peer world was essentially “on hold” until the following school day. We all had time to just be ourselves, our private selves. That’s just not the case anymore for most teenagers. Texting, social media—the peer world is potentially around the clock and it can be hard to shut off.
There are wonderful gifts the internet has provided—had I been able to go online as a teen I think I would have been thrilled to discover how many other people there were like me—people I couldn’t have found in my Midwestern suburban school. People who also liked film noir, true-crime, Hollywood screwball comedies, Shirley Jackson. But I also think it would have been much harder, more intense. More exhausting. To be fashioning a public persona (even if the persona isn’t that different from oneself) and cultivating it at all times because one potentially has 24/7 interaction with the world, one’s friends, one’s peers—well, it seems so much harder to feel comfortable with oneself, to find oneself. To be free from the gaze of others. Or from our own self-judging, self-critical eye.

This was all on my mind as I wrote The Fever—and though it’s only a piece of the novel, it was a piece that was impossible to ignore. To be a teenager now is to understand, more than ever, that there are very few secrets you can count on keeping. To be a teenager now means you may feel like you have to constantly manage your reputation, your persona. I remember how hard this was to do when I was sixteen or seventeen. Hearing rumors about yourself, true or false or in between. Or even fighting a perception of yourself that you just felt wasn't true. Or desirable. They think I’m X, but I’m really Y and so much more.
But now rumors spread in an instant, with one text message, one Instagram shot. Cameras are everywhere, in every phone. In The Fever, technology has dangerous consequences. While it enables many things, it also generates fear, spreads like its own contagion. And I write this not as a luddite—I love my smartphone, perhaps too much—but as someone who wanted to explore the dark edges of what certain human uses (and misuses) of technology can bring about. The smart phone isn’t the problem, of course. Nor the technology of the text message. The problem is how they can be used as a weapon, whether intentionally or not.
There’s a moment in The Fever when the teenage Eli Nash, the school’s reluctant hockey star and heartthrob, can’t find his phone. It’s alarming, unsettling and ultimately a powerful relief to him. Like a phantom limb, he keeps reaching for it and it’s not there. As much as I use my own phone now, as much time I spend charging it and typing on it, my head craned over it and sometimes even missing the world, I’m grateful that I lived my teenage years without it. I know myself too well to guess I’d be one of those “together” teens who can take or leave the world of social media, who don’t see their online life as critical and defining. I fear instead I’d be one of the teens who wake up with their phone on their bedside table, even under their covers with them. Who are always plugged in. Always connected.
How about you, and/or the teens in your life?
But now rumors spread in an instant, with one text message, one Instagram shot. Cameras are everywhere, in every phone. In The Fever, technology has dangerous consequences. While it enables many things, it also generates fear, spreads like its own contagion. And I write this not as a luddite—I love my smartphone, perhaps too much—but as someone who wanted to explore the dark edges of what certain human uses (and misuses) of technology can bring about. The smart phone isn’t the problem, of course. Nor the technology of the text message. The problem is how they can be used as a weapon, whether intentionally or not.
There’s a moment in The Fever when the teenage Eli Nash, the school’s reluctant hockey star and heartthrob, can’t find his phone. It’s alarming, unsettling and ultimately a powerful relief to him. Like a phantom limb, he keeps reaching for it and it’s not there. As much as I use my own phone now, as much time I spend charging it and typing on it, my head craned over it and sometimes even missing the world, I’m grateful that I lived my teenage years without it. I know myself too well to guess I’d be one of those “together” teens who can take or leave the world of social media, who don’t see their online life as critical and defining. I fear instead I’d be one of the teens who wake up with their phone on their bedside table, even under their covers with them. Who are always plugged in. Always connected.
How about you, and/or the teens in your life?

Megan Abbott is the Edgar® award-winning author of the novels The End of Everything Queenpin, The Song Is You, Die a Little, Bury Me Deep and her latest, Dare Me (July 2012).
Her writing has appeared in the New York Times, Salon, the Los Angeles Times Magazine, The Believer, Los Angeles Review of Books, Detroit Noir, Best Crime and Mystery Stories of the Year, Storyglossia, Queens Noir and The Speed Chronicles.
Born in the Detroit area, she graduated from the University of Michigan and received her Ph.D. from New York University. She has taught at NYU, the State University of New York and the New School University.
She is also the author of a nonfiction book, The Street Was Mine: White Masculinity in Hardboiled Fiction and Film Noir, and the editor of A Hell of a Woman, an anthology of female crime fiction. She has been nominated for many awards, including three Edgar® Awards, Hammett Prize, the Macavity, Anthony and Barry Awards, the Los Angeles Times Book Prize and the Pushcart Prize.
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The Nash family is close-knit. Tom is a popular teacher, father of two teens: Eli, a hockey star and girl magnet, and his sister Deenie, a diligent student. Their seeming stability, however, is thrown into chaos when Deenie's best friend is struck by a terrifying, unexplained seizure in class. Rumors of a hazardous outbreak spread through the family, school and community.
As hysteria and contagion swell, a series of tightly held secrets emerges, threatening to unravel friendships, families and the town's fragile idea of security.
Thanks Megan for stopping by today! To answer your question, I find myself distracted a ton by my iPhone- while I love it, sometimes I have to just put it away for 24 hrs to disconnect. Im also grateful that I grew up without a cellphone and for sure without social media!! Great questions to ponder.
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I'm old enough that, even though I own an iPhone, I sometimes forget to bring it with me or to charge it.
ReplyDeleteI'm also old enough that I don't tweet. :-(
ReplyDeleteI am never connected since I am old school. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com
ReplyDeleteI'm not always connected. I am of the older generation too. I don't tweet or even talk on the phone very much.
ReplyDeleteI'm connected a lot but I have times during the day, when I'm driving around or taking the dog out that I am totally unconnected to technology. I'm very happy that's the case.
ReplyDeleteThis is a FANTASTIC guest post. I love that I was not always connected when I was younger too, and I have my phone within reach most of the time now...but I have it on the "do not disturb" function and turned upside down for the VAST majority of the time. It isn't that I'm always tempted to be on the phone as much as I am annoyed by the constant noises and the way that once I know someone is trying to reach me, I feel almost an obligation to respond. When I keep the phone on silent and the screen out of view, I don't feel stressed about it. I do this when I have my children with me. When my children are away from me, however, I do have the phone on the vibrate function in case they need me. So, yes, I guess I am connected enough - but I don't feel overly connected.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this post. Love it.
I dont feel overly connected either, I take time outs all the time with my iPhone.
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ReplyDeleteI don't feel overly connected either. I can go months without checking in social media and not worry. It's actually really liberating. Great guest post! I can't wait to read the book.
ReplyDeleteI make it a point to disconnect, both by being in the moment when I'm with friends and family and by not signing up for most social media sites. It's not worth the stress to me.
ReplyDeletea wonderful posting....thanks for the chance to read this mystery
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