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Some thoughts about gender and literature.

First off: my beloved catvalente has written a heartbreaking essay about sexism in geek and science fiction/fantasy culture. You should read it, because it is relevant. Also because it is heartbreaking and true. Having been one of those female fantasy authors threatened with sexual violence because I dared to own cats who came from a breeder, and not a shelter, I can testify that things get really ugly, really fast, on Captain Internet.

And so...

Last weekend at Emerald City, I saw a sign that infuriated me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It was a big banner on the front of a self-published* author's booth, reading, "Finally, a book for BOYS that the GIRLS will enjoy reading, too!"

Oh. You mean unlike 90% of the well-regarded "classic" science fiction, fantasy, and young adult genre novels out there? And 98% of the horror? And 99% of the military science fiction? And, let's face it, the majority of anything that's not a romance, a story about princesses, or a horse book? As a girl who grew up reading Bradbury, King, Wyndham, Anthony, Asprin, Piper, Foster, Knight, Shakespeare, Poe, De Lint, Baum, superhero comics, and horror comics, I cry thee foul.

And no, this is not a case of me carefully editing out the female authors of my childhood. After wracking my brain, the only ones I could come up with who even managed to compete for my affections—who were writing stories with girls, rather than girl stories, and were thus worth reading in my twelve-year-old estimation—were McCaffrey, Kagan, Tiptree (who wrote as a man), Pini (whose writing still gets credited to her husband by about half the people I talk to), Jones, Duane, and McKinley.

I discovered more female authors as I got older. Emma Bull. Pamela Dean. Jody Lynn Nye. Women who were writing stories with girls, not girl stories; women who were building the foundations of a new genre, filled with interesting, clever, intuitive characters who yes, sometimes happened to have the same plumbing I did. And sometimes they didn't, and that was okay, too. But—and this is where we loop back to the beginning—it didn't matter. If I wanted to read, I needed to read books about boys. Books that were probably intended by their authors as being for boys. If I wanted to enjoy reading, I needed to enjoy books for boys.

If this has changed at all, that change has happened in the last eight to ten years, beginning with the publication of Twilight. People were writing books for girls before that, but there's always a trigger event, and Bella Swan making millions of dollars for her author (and publisher) was the trigger for a veritable flood of "girl books" hitting the shelves. These were books with female leads, with women on the covers, with a stronger romance subplot than had necessarily been required in YA before people figured out that hey, girls read, and maybe some of them will read more if you offer them female characters to read about.

Since then, the number of "girl books" has exploded, and while some of them are girl stories, some of them are also stories with girls. Some of these books are romances. Some of them are not. Some of them are medical thrillers, adventures, war stories, epic fantasies, distopian futures, cyberpunk, steampunk, mythpunk, modern day, anything you can think of. Because they are stories. And yet somehow, the fact that they have girls on the cover makes them not worth reading. The fact that the main characters have to squat when they pee makes them untenable to half the population. The fact that their authors grew up being told that real science fiction, fantasy, horror, and adventure starred men doing manly things in a manly way, and yet grew up to write books about women doing the same things, does not prove that literature can be a gender neutral experience where story matters more than anything else; it proves that we need more books for BOYS that GIRLS will enjoy, too. It means that the girls keep on coming second, that we keep being the deviation, and not the norm.

I do dislike the fact that right now, sexy girls pout at me from the covers of almost every book in the YA section, because I know that culturally, we discourage boys from reading those books, and damn, they are missing out. But I also dislike the fact that I'm expected to be totally a-okay with teenage girls reading books covered in muscular men with giant guns, while sneering at teenage boys reading books with thoughtful-looking women on the covers. We say "don't judge a book by its cover" like it's a Commandment, and then we turn around and tell boys not to read books with girls on them, or books with pink on them, or anything that doesn't look macho enough.

If I could read Little Fuzzy, you can read Partials. If I could read Myth Adventures, you can read The Chemical Garden. There will always be some stories that appeal to us more than others, but when we start saying "this book is for BOYS but don't worry, GIRLS can read it, too" vs. "icky GIRL BOOK is ICKY and NOT FOR BOYS," we create a division in our literature that doesn't need to be there, and frankly, upsets me.

Let's all just read the books we want to read, regardless of covers or the gender of the main characters, okay? Because otherwise, we're missing out on a lot of really great stories. And that would be a shame.

(*This is relevant only because it implies no editorial oversight. If I were to try using a slogan like this, my editors, and my agent, would politely make me stop.)
Tags: contemplation, cranky blonde is cranky, reading things, so the marilyn
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I grew up reading Andre Norton, Anne McCaffery and C. J. Cherryh and other 'girl authors' because my mother and stepfather loved and read their books. For the record--in case you didn't know--Andre was a woman. I met her years ago and had a long conversation about scifi and fantasy with her. She wrote everything under the sun in fantasy and sf including military SF but had to do so under a male name because no publisher would accept those kinds of books from a female author at that time. Only men wrote those types of stories. (We're talking the 1940s through the early 70s here.)

I've seen a few male authors lambasting women sf authors for daring to include romantic themes in their books which is a damn shame since the stories are, in many ways, superior to those being told my the majority of male authors IMO. With male authors there's just too much of what I call 'names on a blank stage' because the stories lack even the simplest descriptions of the characters or anything that helps create a mental impression of the scene.

Unfortunately, something these male authors don't seem to grasp is this simple fact: Almost every scifi movie that's been in the top money makers for their time have had a romance at their core. Look at films like The Fifth Element, the Matrix Trilogy, Star Wars, Soldier, Avatar etc and at their core they are all romances as are most classic western films.

This isn't because, as one author put it, 'movie makers are trying to gain female viewers'. IMO it's because men want love too, they're just not willing to admit it.

Ever look at those reports on the reading public? I have. According to the last one I saw, 60% of all books are purchased by women. This didn't take into account the upsurge in ebooks and the readers that go with them.

Now we get down to why I think most of these male authors are so steamed. I personally think it's because they can't adapt to a changing literary world and are lashing out because of their own inability to capture the evolving market.

But that's just my opinion.
Men getting pissy about female authors has been going on for centuries. Early in the 19th Century, Nathaniel Hawthorne referred to the many female writers being published as "a d—d mob of scribbling women". To quote a text from the class I'm taking, Women in U.S. History, "Hawthorne’s irritation had a great deal to do with the fact that The Lamplighter, the novel by twenty-seven-year-old Maria Cummins that inspired his outburst, sold four times as many copies in the first month as The Scarlet Letter sold in Hawthorne’s lifetime."
Yep, sour grapes. It's happening still.
Oh, I know. She just wasn't one of my formative authors.