Here’s a fun set of facts:
- I am an Ellora’s Cave author who donated to Jane Litte’s defense fund.
- I am an author who writes reviews (more like critiques/analysis really) and sometimes those reviews are negative. Like: really, really negative. Sometimes they’re ecstatic! But: you know.
- A lot of my (long and thinky) analysis posts have cited Dear Author, because they’re a known and important voice in the romance industry.
- I use the same pen name and website for both my books and my reviews.
- Before I was published, and had no pen name, I wrote a few sharp reviews under my dayname, on Goodreads. They’re still out there: I stand by them. One of the authors I know for a fact has gone on to write a series that won a Rita, so clearly I’ve sunk nobody’s career.
So. Now you know where I’m coming from at the start. This is important. Nothing we write comes without baggage: the best you can do is be clear what baggage you carry, so people can take the necessary grains of salt. <– Probably a hint about where we’re going to go, so buckle up.
Here is the baldest, boldest fact I keep coming back to: Dear Author used to be a reader space, and now it’s not.
Like many, when I saw the headline on that now-famous post I worried the site was closing down. I was initially swamped with relief that my dread was unfounded. It was four in the morning (Pacific Time) (I am mildly insomniac) and when I went back to bed I kept waking up and thinking I’d dreamed the whole thing.
Over time relief gave way not to delight, but to more dread. I don’t give even a single fuck if a reviewer or author-reviewer gives negative reviews. Even snarky ones. Even mean ones. Someone once gave an audiobook of mine a one-star review that said “Too much sex” and I could have kissed them. This post is not about “bashing” or “mean girls” or “haters” or Jane’s semi-mythical army of detractors.
It is also not about author-envy. If I spent time envying every author with a bigger platform or more sales than me I wouldn’t have time to eat, sleep, or write ill-advised blog posts like this one. Yeah, there’s probably some schadenfreude out there in scurrilous corners of the internet (comments sections and author loops) — but thing is, everybody is not obligated to like you or support you, and I’ve never gotten the sense from reading Dear Author that Jane has spent many sleepless nights on account of people disagreeing with her, even vehemently.
So now that we know what it’s not about, here’s my question:
Where do the readers go now?
Let’s not pretend this is purely an altruistic question for me. Submitting a book of mine for review to Smart Bitches and Dear Author was a specific publicity goal of mine: they are strong platforms, with smart reviewers, and a vast readership. They are also two blogs I’ve been reading for years, long before I started writing. These are the two largest, most wave-making blogs in Romanceland, and even a middling review there could have a huge impact on any author’s career. If you add All About Romance and Mrs. Giggles, you’ve got probably the most influential corpus of romance writing in the history of the entire genre.
Publisher blogs are materially different from reader-oriented blogs. It’s disingenuous to pretend otherwise. Look at Carina Press’ blog, or Heroes and Heartbreakers, just to name two. They are wonderful, social, frequently thoughtful places — but they have a sales agenda and everyone knows it and they play by a slightly different set of rules. Author-blogs are also something else: storefronts, sometimes, or more rambly text-intense spaces like this one, or research bastions like Loretta Chase and Isabella Bradford’s Two Nerdy History Girls.
Readers go to all these, but they are not reader spaces. Reader spaces are vital, and their numbers are shrinking. We need them not so authors like me can put books in front of them, but because reader spaces grow readers, and readers are the reason the whole book ecosystem exists in the first place.
Where do the readers go now that Dear Author shares a title with her blog?
To Goodreads? Goodreads is a cesspool of either vicious trolls or shallow commercial squee (or both!), depending on who you ask — and lately they’ve had their own troubles finessing the relationship between authors and readers. (THERE’S that schadenfreude! I knew I could find some in me somewhere!)
The question we’ve asked but not real loudly, because we’re all nervous about the answer: what is Sarah Wendell from Smart Bitches going to say, if anything? Did she know in advance? This question bugs me not because I want to parse all the layers of potential disclosure and obligation — there are better people for that — but because I want to know that one of the two pillars romance readers flock to is feeling the same things I and many others are feeling right now. Yes, there are many readers who are simply excited that two names they like (Jane and Jen) belong to the same person — but there are a lot of us who are shocked and saddened and bemused by what this means for the future. For our future.
Dear Author may still be a reader space — but it’s probably no longer a space where I should look for readers of mine. I write erotic historicals and erotic historical fantasy romances (they’re a mouthful! *rimshot*). Jane/Jen writes NA and has a penchant for extreme romance. When Dear Author was a multi-fronted reviewers’ blog this didn’t faze me — but now, as I said earlier on Twitter, the space has become not a place to seek reviews, but another author’s playground. I’m not going to invite myself onto the blog of an author in a completely different genre just to try and snag readers. This is not polite. It makes me feel cringey just to think about.
Much has been said about Jane being caught between a rock and a hard place in regard to this disclosure. That nobody would be happy with it, no matter what she did. But a lot of being an author, or a reviewer, is about choosing between two risks. Authors like myself have to decide whether or not they want to review other authors’ books. (Some do, some don’t.) Reviewers have to decide whether or not they want to give negative reviews or not. Both these are significant career choices, with consequences that may extend for years.
Jane’s timing may have been forced by EC, but the choice she faced is uncommon only in scale, not in character. And, I suppose, in the fact that most authors face this choice the other way around: now that I’m published, do I review? Jane had to ask: now that I’m a well-known and influential reviewer, do I publish, and how? I’m not convinced the romance world has faced this particular question before. It’s interesting, but it is not comfortable, and I resent being asked to brush it aside as business as usual.
I’m not angry that Jane Litte is Jen Frederick. I’m not angry that her books are doing well. I AM angry that I’m expected to be uncritically happy about this news, though, if I want to be seen as nice. Sondheim tells us and we know it’s true: Nice is different than good.
I don’t yet know if I feel this change is good.
As a reward for making it this far, and just to make sure this is the MOST ill-advised blog post ever involving disclosure, here is the very first piece of romance writing I ever did: my entry in AAR’s Purple Prose Parody contest, starring the two pioneer missionaries my college was named after. It was submitted under my real name and I thought it would be super-embarrassing but then I reread it and oh lord I am so proud.