Another set of book awards, this time the National Book Awards. And, goodness, what a surprise, all boys again. I think I might stay in Hild world.
But before I go, here's an additional thought: the juried awards hierarchy.
women writing about women = cooties
women writing about men = good
men writing about women = better
men writing about men = genius for our times


Yeah, I heard about it on NPR this morning and dug around a bit to find that out. Worst thing, I ASSUMED it was all boys anyway. The one clip from the banquet muchly annoyed me too, referring to Publishing as a sinking ship. Practically in the same journalistic breath that claims that "books" will always be around and this E-publishing thing is just some fly-by-night medicine show.
ReplyDeleteNo one seems to get, or say out loud, that it's not in Publishing's best interest to encourage Epublishing. But
crap, I failed to finish my thought. But... oh well. We'll leave it there.
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Bastards.
ReplyDeleteDid you read some of the comments after that blog post? Wow.
I get tired of 'the death of publishing' schtick, too. I prefer to think of 'death' as more like the tarot card: transformation. Publishing will never be the same again. It won't be stable for quite a while. That makes for a lot of opportunity for a lot of people. Sadly also a lot of scared people.
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Jennifer, yes I did.
ReplyDeleteI have to also say that I do agree with Jennifer from P's comment in your earlier post on awards, "It does appall me that men all too often often only value what other men do...and all too often women go right along with that." That also annoys the hell out of me.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what to do about girl cooties, but shouting about it from the rooftops has to help get some action started...
9 of the 20 nominees in the categories were women, yet all men won. In better news, Philip Roth has been nominated for the bad sex scene award (a plaster foot) by the Literary Review for his low achievements in his latest novel, The Humbling.
ReplyDeletejennifer d, yep, me too.
ReplyDeletejennifer from p, I've just read the relevant exerpt from Roth's book (or one of them): oh dear.