Kid gloves…
“I’ve no use for fascists, no matter how they’re labeled.”—Detective Rolando Castilblanco in The Collector (Carrick Publishing, 2014).
Sometimes readers send me more personal critiques of my stories, although the more public reviews can be snarky as well. Any author has to have a thick skin, of course–there are a lot of trolls out there!—but both kinds of critiques, the personal and public ones, often make me wonder if maybe I should call for someone to do a mental health intervention, maybe offering to send the critical troll with a straitjacket?
A prude who complains about too much sex and strong language is more amusing than harmful. An author can just reply (not recommended for a review), “Hey, you don’t have to read the story!” Someone who complains that the story is out of touch with reality deserves the same answer; obviously they’ve never read Weir’s The Martian or Rowling’s The Deadly Hallows.
Political critiques often have a different tone, sometimes even threatening violence. We live in a very polarized society, so a political theme can make some readers angry and others cheer (for the latter, just send money). In fact, in these times, if an author assumes their readers cover the entire political spectrum (a big assumption because the extreme left and right only read what’s spoon-fed them in their echo chambers…if they even read—MAGA maniacs aren’t known for that because most, like their hero fuehrer, can hardly read or write), there’ll usually be a lot of people upset. (For example, an anti-Semitic ass might have a problem with Sullivan’s Beneath a Scarlet Sky, although I’d bet the author or his publisher carefully chose that title to avoid controversy.)
What the Big Five publishing conglomerates do to avoid this is to mostly publish pablum, of course, i.e., books that avoid all controversial themes and politics. The authors they choose to publish hide their opinions and must be willing to geld themselves to create this pablum. Big Five authors, in other words, with only a few exceptions like Gerlis and Sullivan, must work hard to make sure they write nothing of consequence. They have to treat all topics with kid gloves. “Offend no one” begins everyone’s business model when dealing with these hypocrites.
This always reminds me (showing my age, I guess) of Lucille Ball not being able to say the word “pregnant” when she was exactly that during her fifties sitcom. Or the couple portrayed in that otherwise hilarious Dick van Dyke show sleeping in twin beds. What we have now from the Big Five and their authors is still hypocritical political censorship!
I can’t believe that serious readers approve of this practice. But PR and marketing efforts—especially the thousands spent by the Big Five pimping their pablum—are effectively convincing even serious readers to purchase their fluffy fiction, and they never realize that more serious literature even exists.
Okay, maybe I’m naïve if I consider what I write to be “serious literature.” But I’d be willing to bet that any reader would be hard-pressed to find the quote found at the beginning of this post in a Big Five book! Neither Baldacci nor Patterson nor any other old mare or stallion in the Big
Five’s stables of “sure winners” (who jealously guard their privileged stalls, by the way!) would dare write that and run the chance of bringing a publisher’s wrath down on them! Hell, even most US news media avoids using the word “fascist”! Clearly my anti-fascist themes were on display even long before Trump turned the Good Ole Piranhas into the Fascist Party of America.
I don’t read pablum; never have, never will. So, as a consequence, I rarely read any Big Five fiction story. (I might do a non-fiction book, especially if I get it as a gift.) I suggest you do the same, if only to broaden your horizons. To paraphrase Tom Clancy (whose only decent book was Hunt for Red October, by the way, because the Big Five ruined him as well, once they got their talons into him), fiction must seem real. Pablum isn’t real; it’s a swindle. Be selective in your reading!
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The Collector. This novel considers stolen art and how it might be used to finance human trafficking and sexual exploitation. NYPD homicide detectives Chen and Castilblanco have to deal with yet another complex case. They get some help in Europe from Esther Brookstone and Bastiann van Coevorden (as a prequel to Esther’s own long series). There are some winners in this raw mystery/thriller, but not many. Available wherever quality ebooks are sold (even on Amazon).
Around the world and to the stars! In libris libertas!
