1. I did it! I did it! *collapses into wild laughter and sobs* Thank you to everyone who commented, replied, and retweeted -- the best part of this series was hearing other people's thoughts, whether or not they aligned with mine. Authors, readers, and reviewers all care so deeply about what is going on in romance: it gives me hope in a world that so often seems unfixable. 2. It occurred to me around the letter D -- for Tessa Dare -- that this whole project could be considered a particularly exquisite and long-form instance of trolling. We have talked so much and at so many cross purposes about reviewing and readership and authorship in the genre lately, and here I was with twenty-six posts that question, criticize, analyze, and overthink romances by authors who are frequently friends or online acquaintances. There was the distinct feeling that I was angling for trouble. Especially since some of the books I took most to task were by big-name authors heavily laureled with industry awards and platinum sales figures. And some of the subjects I tackled were things I approach as an outsider. I'll admit to no few qualms about this, despite all my grumpy defiance. But a lot of people seemed to be on the same page about problematic books, and many authors commented or tweeted in support as well. Best of all were the people who got excited and went out in search of the books I discussed -- the whole point of this was to draw more attention to characters and authors from underrepresented groups, and if I've done even a little work to help that then this project counts as a success.
3. In fact, I liked doing this so much that I'm going to try and do at least one analytic post a month from now on. I might not always pick books with the criteria I've used here, but this is a part of my brain that I'm happy to have dusted off and put back to work. I think it'll be good for my heart as well as for my fiction. Plus, I still owe you a Vorkosigan post, after all.
4. Around the letters M and N, I started to have more questions than answers about the books I was reading. Time was catching up to me and I refused to post something too half-baked just for the sake of posting, so I ended with questions. While this is not a strategy I intend to depend on entirely -- unanswered questions are neither helpful in large doses nor do they generally make for good reading -- I found it liberating to illustrate the net I was caught in, rather than trying to always cut myself free of threads that could ultimately prove useful or important.
5. I made it onto Metafilter! Someone thinks my Sandra Hill post was a terrible review because I did not give a synopsis of the plot! Someone else thinks my writing style is like the Hairpin! It's a pretty fun thread, with some really good points.
6. If you missed this stunning essay from Daniel José Older, "Diversity Is Not Enough," then please click through and read the whole thing at once. It's an excellent reminder that while talk is all well and good, the ultimate goal of such talk is to change the world. The real world, the one we're living and breathing and eating and fucking and laughing and writing in.
7. I rarely tagged an author while sharing these posts, so I was surprised and delighted by the wealth of positive author response, even from authors whose books I had given less than glowing assessments of. Taking texts seriously as texts, even to disagree with, bears fruit, and that's something I'm going to hold close against my heart to warm me during the cold, rainy winter of the soul. And the times I did really get down and dirty with righteous wrath (ahem) so far have not risen up to crush me. Exciting! Though ask me again after the RT Convention I'm attending in May, where it's possible someone will give me the cut direct! Whereupon I'm sure I will weep bitter tears into my lemonade. Or, more probably, quote to myself a comforting snippet of Dorothy Parker:
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
Memorizing Dorothy Parker poems by reading them too many times is definitely one of the happiest accidents of my life.
In case anyone wants to go back and read past entries, I've made a complete page for just the alphabet without all the introductory paragraphs.
And in the immortal words of Strong Bad, now it is my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.