A friend of mine sent me a link to a recent essay by novelist Erica Jong. In it she argues that women writers–especially those who write about relationships–are not taken seriously as Great Writers the way men who write about the same subjects are.
Jeffrey Eugenides had his moment, then Jonathan Franzen and Jonathan Safran Foer. But the chair for the Serious Novelist is rarely held for new women novelists — unless they are from India, Iran, Iraq, China or other newsworthy countries. American women novelists are more often bracketed as genre writers — in chick lit, romance, mystery or historical fiction — and quickly dismissed.
Critics have trouble taking fiction by women seriously unless they represent some distant political struggle or chic ethnicity (Arundhati Roy, Nadine Gordimer and Kiran Desai come to mind). Of course, there are exceptions, like Annie Proulx and Andrea Barrett. But they tend to write about “male” subjects: ships, cowboys, accordions. There’s Pat Barker, who gained the most respect when she began to write about war. Margaret Atwood, who is Canadian and therefore gets a longer leash than most North American writers. And Isabel Allende, a wonderful writer, who has become our token South American female.
I guess the question I started asking myself was: what does Jong mean by “being taken seriously?”
Does it mean having an appreciative circle of readers who wait impatiently for your next book?
Or does it mean winning a literary prize, the kind that’s stamped on the book’s dustjacket to let the reader know “hey, quality read here!”
Or is Jong saying that U.S. women writers aren’t taken seriously by The Industry? Yep, that’s where she was going:
Feminism didn’t change deep-seated priorities about what — or who — matters. I see deeply diminished expectations in young women writers. They may grumble about the chick lit ghetto, but they dare not make a fuss for fear they won’t be published at all. Their brashness is real enough, but they accept their packaging as the price of being published. My generation expected more. We did not always get it, but at least categorization outraged us. Where is the outrage now?
Well, as a member of that Gen X group of writers, I have a different perspective (and for the record, I’m not convinced this is a generational difference). I appreciate Jong’s boldness in pointing out that younger writers seem less ready to fight The Man. We’ve come after the first wave of U.S. feminism, and we probably take for granted the fact that we don’t have to fight and claw for every victory. In fact, I know we do.
At this point in my writing career, I can only imagine this problem, and my fertile imaginings lead me to think that I would worry less about being overlooked for a Pulitzer and more that my contract would be renewed, that my reputation is growing among readers which would then lead to increased sales, which would then keep me published.
I mean, I dunno, do literary prizes really mean so much? Women are well represented in the genre prizes (Hugo and Nebula Awards, Newbery Medal of Honor, Edgar, etc.). But I guess that’s not Serious Fiction.
I would like to see the talented new breed of American women writers — my daughter’s generation — protest their ghettoization. We need a new wave of feminism to set things right. But we’d better find a new name for it because like all words evoking women, the term feminism has been debased and discarded. Let’s celebrate our femaleness rather than fear it. And let’s mock the old-fashioned critics who dismiss us for thinking love matters. It does.
I never thought of genre fiction as a ghetto. I thought of it as a market device to help the reader find the kinds of books they like to read. Am I wrong in this?
So I suppose I’m asking more questions than answering. I’d be interested in hearing what you think.
ETA: I must mention something about writing at the other end of the literary spectrum. My post on fanfic is going to have to wait until next week. I want to be sure to do it justice.
Maybe one day there’ll be a literary prize for fanfic. If one doesn’t already exist.