Searching for Modern Representation in Old Mythologies, a guest post by Gloria L. Huang


When I was a kid, I was a voracious reader who fell in love with the rich tapestry of Greek myths introduced to us in school. Additionally, I grew up with a little brother, which is a shorthand way to say I also consumed a lot of superhero stories. It didn’t matter that no one in these stories looked or acted like us. In truth, the fact that I couldn’t find myself reflected back in these characters didn’t register. Not right away.

Growing up in a predominantly white town, it was our reality that almost no one looked like us, sounded like our parents, ate the food we ate. Feeling “othered” was sort of my norm, and I didn’t know to expect differently, even in the literary worlds I turned to for comfort and escape. It was much later, as an adult, when I learned to question books or other art that excluded diversity. For example, only recently did I wonder at the implausibility that the Sweet Valley Twins book series (which I read obsessively as a kid) did not contain a single Asian character despite being set in Southern California. Thank goodness for Claudia Kishi in The Babysitters Club—but that’s another post for another time.