I’ve just gotten home from our monthly RWNZ Auckland chapter meeting and finished off the last chapter of the book I was reading. Next step was to add both it, and the book I finished yesterday, to my June reading list file. I opened up the file and…. There was something not right about it. Because it was already a rather substantial list. And it’s only 4th June?!
Huh? I mean, I know I’m a fast reader, and I have been known to read 30 books in a month. But 13 books and one anthology in 4 days? I don’t think so.
And then it hit me that I’d completely forgotten to post the reading list for May. Ooops. But hey, that’s okay because DH made me all these cute little monthly reading list banners, and so long as I attach the May banner to the post, no one’s gonna get too confused. Right?
Anyway, this month’s comment stems from a certain author’s interview with the Royal Geographic Society. This gentleman has been touted as “the greatest living writer of English prose”. He insists that he can tell with a paragraph or two whether the author is male or female. Hmmm. That might be a pretty clever accomplishment, except that he goes on to denigrate women authors quite thoroughly. Which isn’t really very clever at all–even if it was, as has been suggested, purely a publicity stunt on his behalf.
Among other delights, this author believes we women are “sentimental”, and have a “narrow view of the world”. Moreover, because a woman is “not a complete master of a house” (what’s that all about???) that comes over in our writing, too. And then he really gets to the nitty gritty by claiming he hasn’t found a woman writer who is his literary match.
Whoa. Watch out world, one big ole inflated ego coming on through.
I’m not gonna say too much more about this stunning example of arrogant douche-baggery because I’ve already said all I feel like saying on Facebook. And frankly, this dude doesn’t need any more free publicity. But I will say this: the Just One Bite, Volume 1 anthology I listed in this month’s list included a novelette by a male author. Funny old thing, it didn’t even occur to me to note whether or not there were differences in his writing style compared with the female authors. I just dived into his story and let it carry me away. *gasp* Now there’s a strange concept.
I don’t much care whether the stories I read are written by men or women. All I care about is whether it’s a story that engages me, and makes me want to keep turning the pages. And, if the majority of books that engage me at this stage of my life happen to be written by female authors, well, that says something about me, not the numerous incredibly talented male authors out there. What can I say? I like romance and I like my happy endings. And I am soooo the master of a house, too. It just so happens I share that mastery–and the mortgage!–equally with my husband ;-)
Oh, and one last thing. Sorry, dude, I don’t care whether you are the greatest living writer of English prose, the excerpt from one of your books that featured in a quiz to see whether readers can identify male writers from female, didn’t engage me in the least. Give me Mayan Time by Erick Orrantia over your stuff any day.
Here’s the regrettably tardy reading list for May:
- Hunger Games: Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
- I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore
- Red Glove by Holly Black
- The Rest Falls Away by Colleen Gleason
- To Love A Scoundrel by Kristina Cook
- Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey
- Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead
- Magic on the Hunt by Devon Monk
- Natural Born Charmer by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
- At The Greek Tycoon’s Pleasure by Cathy Williams
- Succubus Heat by Richelle Mead
- The Unlikely Vampire by Scarlet Blackwell**
- Sacrifice by J.L. Merrow**
- One Last Wish by Josephine Myles**
- Mayan Time by Erick Orrantia**
- Fire Can Make Rain by Nix Winter**
- The Hunter and the Hunted by Stevie Woods**
- Kushiel’s Chosen by Jacqueline Carey
- Succubus Shadows by Richelle Mead
**Just One Bite, Volume 1 anthology