I Am So There
November 15, 2008
Completely by accident I tripped across a recent column by Stephen King on the online version of Entertainment magazine (which I didn't know even had an online version. Go figure. I was looking for the trailer to the upcoming Star Trek movie, which I happened to just see prior to watching "Quantum of Solace," the new James Bond flick, which, by the way boys and girls, really rocked, no matter what the critics are saying).
I'll let you read it for yourself, but King talks about the supposed demise of male readers and the difference between what he calls chicklit and manfiction.
You know what? I write manfiction. I read manfiction. I buy tons of books that qualify as manfiction. Robert Crais. Lee Child. Michael Connelly. Robert B. Parker. Jonathan Kellerman.
I've noted that my novel "The Serpent's Kiss" is the book that people--almost always men--come to me and say, "Oh man, I loved that book. That was just awesome."
Flatters the hell out of me, but I also sometimes know why. Derek takes on everybody in that book. He takes on the bad guy, he takes on the FBI, he takes on the local cops, he takes on his own team with the FBI. He gets to save thousands of lives. He's heroic and action-y and as King suggests, if women want to get their escapism and entertainment by reading about women who meet handsome and potentially dangerous strangers, men want their escapism and entertainment by reading about guys who take on a battalion of bad guys with a gun, a bayonet and, as King suggests, hand grenades dangling from their belt.
It's figurative, but not so far off.
You let me know. Do you agree?