It’s been a while since a personage of loftier pursuits succeeded so thoroughly at disrespecting the romance genre – writers and readers both. In her article, Confessions of a Failed Romance Novelist, Bydlowska (Drunk Mom) explains that she wrote a romance novel because she envied a friend’s seemingly easy financial success after doing so. Having been advised by her agent, she says, that romance novels are simple plots with not terribly complex characters, she nevertheless bravely persevered with her unique, cut-above romance novel:
“I decided the world was ready for a book about love with many subplots, dealing in experiences more complicated than a sudden, early outburst of butterflies.”
She put her book out into the world, hiding behind a fake persona, and falsely engaged with other writers and the readers. She expected to succeed, like her friend. But she didn’t. She did exactly what critics think romance writers do. See meme monkeys above. This meme is the single most popular post on my blog for a reason. Up with this shit we will not put.
She half-heartedly tries to blame herself. For one short sentence she says, “I have to believe in it, non-cynically, otherwise who is possibly going to believe me?” That much she gets. But the rest of her essay squarely puts the blame for her lack of success on the genre itself. Her complicated characters — romance readers apparently don’t like those. A romance novel with many sub-plots — romance writers apparently never do that either. She tried to read a romance novel but couldn’t stomach it. She reads good books, you know. Apparently, romance writers and readers don’t read good books. By extension, romance novels are not good books, of course. So that’s why she failed.
Not because she drips with contempt for the genre and for the women who write it and for the women who read it. Not because she doesn’t understand how the romance novel is constructed. Not because she doesn’t believe it merits all the good craft a writer can bring to composing a good novel, along with all the good skills a writer can muster to build a following.
Spare me the faux ha-ha and backhanded attempt at “maybe it’s just not for me.” Writing any book takes work. Writing a good book is harder work. Writing a book in a genre with established rules and highly specific expectations from readers, and meeting their expectations, book after book after book, knowing that your last book is compared to every book you’ve written before and to those of your peers in a market flooded with choices is Fucking. Hard. Work.
The arrogance of thinking you can wander in and help yourself to some success is breathtaking. And tell me, would you have ever thought you could do that in the mystery genre, in the horror genre, in any genre other than one that was primarily written by and for women? Think about that Ms. Bydlowska. Think about that.
Masterful Heidi Cullinan take down of The Mary Sue for the exact same thing: The Mary Sue Smears Romance – Twitter and I Respond