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Guest Blogger: Jack Gantos is delighted to welcome award-winning author Jack Gantos as our featured guest blogger.

Each month, we ask one distinguished author or illustrator to write an original post that reveals insights about their process and craft. Enjoy!

Self-Loathing and The Trouble in Me

by Jack Gantos

The Trouble in Me full book jacket

The Trouble in Me (Farrar 2015) is, in part, an answer to the question “How does one go bad?” It’s something I’ve been asked often since the publication of Hole in My Life (Farrar 2002), which features my drug smuggling and life in prison.

My school photo from the period of The Trouble in Me

Trouble manifests in a number of ways in The Trouble in Me, but most notable is the trouble that comes from self-loathing. It never occurred to me that the passage between my childhood and adulthood could possibly be filled with such disgust for who I was. Looking into a mirror was torture and an occasion to describe myself in the most hateful and corrosive ways. Whatever strengths I had could not be defended against my unrelenting scree of self-deprecating insults. I was pitiless toward any argument that offered itself as an explanation: that I was young, that I was overly self-conscious, that I was vastly insecure.




My photo from the period of The Hole in My Life

I had expected the middle grades to be the reward for getting over being an elementary school mama’s boy, a jerky younger brother, and a bumbling kid, dependent on everyone in the family. Those years were supposed to offer maturity, independence, and achievement. I was unprepared for the inverse: self-hatred and a mad, blind obsession to become someone else. That someone was Gary Pagoda, a charismatic, flawed sociopathic neighbor who in my eyes was everything I wanted to become. I was a moth to his flame.




Journal containing a novel written and abandoned, never published

Skeleton journal for a future book, written but unresolved












A journal I did not burn

I can think of no greater self-generated infliction than self-hatred. Even now I can feel that dark shadow beneath me like a bed of hot coals, and I believe that every wrong thing I say and do, and even think, is generated by the still active embers of self-loathing.

In Hole in My Life, while behind bars, I began a more balanced and honest dialogue with myself. This conversation was the silver lining to my incarceration. To be a lifelong prisoner of self-hatred must be a misery beyond bars, but somehow I managed to survive those troubled years and gradually entered a more productive period.


Stack of journals/past books

Now, when I stand before a group of students of a certain age and speak about the emotional torque in The Trouble in Me and Hole in My Life, I can see in their eyes that they know exactly what I’m talking about. And I always hope that through reading they find the stronger, more balanced voice within themselves—an honest companion, not some unrelentingly negative foe that makes them turn their backs on themselves.

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2 Responses to Guest Blogger: Jack Gantos

  1. fred bowen December 8, 2015 at 7:41 pm #

    Jack – Thanks for the article and for being an honest voice about what kids feel. My sister Margaret (age 71) recently told me she read “A Hole in My Life” and loved it. Keep on keeping on. See you somewhere down the road. Fred Bowen

  2. Karen Mitcham December 9, 2015 at 2:52 pm #

    Mr. Gantos, At the National Council of Teachers of English Annual Convention you spoke with me. This conversation was soon after the publication of Hole in My Life. You autographed a copy that I took back to one of the students in my 11th grade American Lit class. He never returned it. Several years later we ran into each other. I asked him if he still had the book. He paused, looked out beyond me, and then, “Mrs. Mitcham, I don’t know where that book is. My brother read it after I read it. He loaned it to one of the guys. . . .” My hope is that Hole in My Life is still being passed around. : ) Life-changing read.

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