Since we’re all friends here, I feel comfortable admitting the following to you all…
I’m just not crazy about Battlestar Galactica. There, I said it.
Oh, and you know what author I just cannot, for the life of me, get into? Gary Shteyngart.
I know. Those two things have absolutely nothing to do with each other. Not on the surface anyway.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I recognize Gary and Battlestar for their objective superiority in their given genres and even would go so far as to say I like them. I’m afraid that’s just not enough for me though. You see, I’m supposed to love them.
This is what I call Genre Pressure. As a fan of well-written science fiction, and as a fan of literary fiction, I should be ALL ABOUT these things. I even love all Brooklyn Jonathans. In fact, I continually pick up stories about self-obsessed writerly types in NYC even though it’s so incredibly lazy and cliche… I eat ’em up though! So why don’t I love Gary?
Genre Pressure works in mysterious ways. It’s the literary equivalent of “he’s just not that into you.” Only, it’s much harder to admit to yourself. No one wants to betray their favorite genre, especially when everyone you completely respect tell you all the time that “OMG You would totally love this!” So usually, I lie.
But nope, not today. I’m coming clean. Well, at least about these two specific examples.
What about you? Who else among us have secretly betrayed their genre of choice for the sake of fitting in?
24 thoughts on “Genre Pressure”
You're safe, Pam!
Well, I love contemporary YA, but there's one that came about that EVERYONE's raving about and I just don't get it. I'm even too ashamed to mention the title up here for fear that I'll be blacklisted. 😦
Marilyn Peake, you're my personal hero!
Interesting, Bethany. That was my exact Gaiman experience. I finished Anansi Boys, but mostly because it was an audiobook and a 10-hour trip.
“I don't care about a character who doesn't care enough to act.” YES.