to gush or not to gush. that is the question.

Last year I posted about how sick and tired I was of seeing the 5 star reviews constantly given to certain, well known authors.

Call me a cynic, but I was – and still am – a tad skeptical about an author being able to produce a Desert Island Keeper every single bloody book.

Crazy of me, I know.

At the same time, I’ve been really interested in the discussions generated by Kassa‘s opinion pieces about the value of 1 star reviews and then questioning why reviewers appear to be scared of low ratings.

It also made me wonder…

For as much as readers are afeared of giving the dreaded 1 star, aren’t we equally as terrified of attracting the attention of evul minions by failing to gush over a popular author’s latest offering?

Cos I don’t know about you lot, but, quite frankly, some of those fandomiacs scare the absolute crap out of me.

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maybe it’s me, but…

I’ve only read one book in the last month and a bit.

I’m in major McSlumpity territory.

The last thing I want, therefore, is to be getting updates of all the gazillion books everyone else is reading.

It’s like goodreads is deliberately taunting me.

The fucking wanker.

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what’s a pen name got to do with it? a postscript



Last year, I wrote this post about not really giving a toss as to whether an author used a pen name or not.


I did, however, make the point in both the post and the comments that the exception to this was when an author appeared to misrepresent themselves.


A number of people agreed on the issue of misrepresentation and several went on to describe the example in m/m romance and erotica of when an author has created a profile of someone with the opposite gender.


The issue of an author’s gender was a topic that Wave took up in late 2010.  She asked if this was actually something which really mattered to readers and the post generated some interesting discussion.


Since then, I have found out a couple of extremely popular m/m romance and erotica authors writing as gay men are actually women.


As I said in my original post, I couldn’t give a flying fuck if the books I like are written by gay or straight, boys or girls, etc because, for me, the question of the authenticity and legitimacy of the work of one author over the other doesn’t come into it.  Quality is all that matters.


Ordinarily, that is.   Remember that proviso I made?


Yeah.


In these particular cases, what really, REALLY bothers me is that these authors have been deliberately misleading, if not down right dishonest, about their gender and sexuality.


Such is the extent of the complex web these authors have weaved that they have created elaborate bios and lives around this persona.  Even going to the length of sharing photographs as well as establishing connections with the broader GLBTQ community to, it has to be assumed, ‘prove’ they are who they say they are.


Flabbergasting.  Appalling.  Bullshit.


I call complete and utter bullshit.


I hope to the Book Goddesses no one gets hurt by this when the shit hits the fan – as it inevitably will with the m/m community being so small.  I can’t help but feel, though, there will be a lot of feelings of betrayal given the popularity of these authors.


I also wonder if it will be really worth it when it’s all said and done?  Who knows.


So, what do you think?  Is this type of misrepresentation a step too far for you?  I mean, seriously. What you would really do if you found out your fave gay author of m/m romance was actually a chick?  Can you honestly say this wouldn’t effect how you feel about them or influence your buying habits?

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random awesomeness

There have been some really thought provoking posts as well as a few seriously wankity diatribes about reviewers and reviewing lately so when I came across this quote on tumblr it really hit home.

This is a truth that I think we all need to remember.

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guesting again

I’m at DIK at the moment.

Talking about one of my most favouritenot-est times of the year and other lovey dovey shit.

Yay.

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your m/m story by ally blue

How could anyone forget these choices??

A public swimming pool in a small country town; one of the protags is a wereoctopus; another character is an amateur private detective who thinks he is Sherlock Holmes; soap (I know someone who’s going to be real happy.  *coughChriscough*) ; and, ‘It’s not easy being a twink’ sung to Kermit’s ‘It’s not easy being green’.

Prepare thyself to be chortled!


*grin*

And don’t say I don’t do nuffin’ for you all for Valentine’s Day.

Well, ok, Ally Blue did it, but it sill counts as being from me too!

Like, maybe, 1.78% of it.

That definitely doesn’t include the tentacle pron part though.

*shudders*

Thanks so much for playing, Ally!  You did awesomesaucely.  ❤ ❤ ❤

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maybe it’s me, but…

Apparently I hate with a passion spoilers in blurbs and in reviews, yet I’m a self-confessed flick-to-the-ender.

Yeah.

Work that one out cos I’m seriously fucked if I know what’s going on with me.

Heh.

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guesting

Because my mind = sieve at the moment, I totally forgot to mention that I was at Patti’s yesterday as part of her m/m romance month.

I’m such a doofus.  *head desk*

Anyways, if you’re interested in finding out about my m/m reading journey and why I like the genre so much, toddle on over and add your two cents.  🙂

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random awesomeness

Tell me what reader hasn’t felt like this before.

Amen.

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encounters with the baby brother: 11

The Baby Brother:  I watched 17 Again the other day.

Me: Why?

The Baby Brother: Cos there was nothing else on.  It has that dude in it.  You know the one…

Me: Zac Efron??

The Baby Brother: That’s him.  *pauses*  Yeah, he’s not a bad looking rooster…

… but he’s not as good as George Clooney.

Me: *deadpan*  Of course.

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