Then there's the question of very young people reading this stuff. The ones I know are quick to point out racism and sexism, in life as in reading, and I think the awareness makes them stronger.
Absolutely. And as for the very young ones, DS (8) and I have chats over bedtime stories about Enid Blyton's sexism, racism and classism as they raise their ugly heads. It doesn't spoil the stories for him, and I think he finds it interesting to think about prejudice and stereotypes.
So it was impossible not to grow up horribly aware of the constant flow of racism and misogyny coming at me from pretty much the entire body of western literature.
Indeed. My equivalent would have been classism, misogyny and anti-Irishness. The last one really hasn't gone away, either. I recently watched the Harry Potter films with DS. In the novels, Seamus, the Irish Gryffindor in Harry's year, is a fairly bland background character who gets into normal trouble from time to time. In the films, he's become a comic stage-Irish buffoon who blows up everything he touches every time he does a spell cue big close-u[p of his baffled, blackened face each time and, hilariously, on his first attempt at Transfiguration, tries to turn whatever it is into rum. Because that would be an obvious thing to do for an Irish schoolkid, because Irish people are still comedy drunks who blow stuff up. 