I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how demanding we readers are.
Most of you know how much I like to take the piss (translation: take the mickey, make fun of, etc) out of themes and tropes in fiction, in particular in romantic fiction.
I’ve also done a number of posts about issues I think should be dealt with more appropriately or at the very least just ‘more’ in romance; for example, mental illness.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes reckon there’s a perception that just because the romance genre is the so-called poor relation of ‘literature’ it makes it fiction-lite. That is, light and fluffy without all the calories.
Why shouldn’t romance also explore complex topics like mental or physical illness meaningfully? It’s not like the characters can’t still get an HEA or HFN. It’s FICTION, for Chrissake!
At the height of my righteous anger, the switch flips – hey, I am Libran 😉 – and I suddenly begin to wonder what would it be like to bear the brunt of all this angst when all you really want to do is make shit up.
My conclusion = Fuck that being an author lark!
I think readers – myself included – are painfully demanding, especially with regard to the romance genre.
We want a story to be real enough that we can relate to. Yet, we want to be entertained or lose ourselves in the romantic fantasy of it all.
Sounds too much like a bloody hard balancing act to me.
Does this mean I will stop getting my grump on?? As if!
This is just a rare acknowledgement in my vast sea of (irrever)vent that authors aren’t so bad after all. 😛
So, do you think readers are meanheads?
Be sure you check out Kassa’s place tomorrow for the start of a readers blog crawl of
Erm, no linkity-link yet, but thanks heaps for the button, EH!