Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Men Do Read Fiction

 


There is in the publishing industry a definite bias towards women. Jason Pinter’s excellent article in the 25 May 2011 HuffPost, “Why Men Don’t Read: How Publishing is Alienating Half the Population”, explains the reason for and critiques this bias. I think he is right on target.


What’s worse is when publishers grudgingly admit that maybe men do read, but then immediately add — they don’t read fiction!


I think that’s about as true as the fact horses have feathers.


Men do read fiction. I won’t believe anyone who tries to tell me men don’t read Clive Cussler, or Lee Child, or Tom Clancy, or William W Johnstone. Or when they were boys didn’t read Sherlock Holmes, or Tarzan, or Doc Savage. I just won’t believe it.


Porter Anderson, in a 26 December 2013 post on Jane Friedman’s blog, “Men Don’t Read Fiction? BULL! — Writing on the Ether”, explodes the publishing myth that men don’t read fiction. Do take a read. It’s an excellent post.


I think part of the problem is the ever increasing focus on women in our society, as a way to right their previous inequality. We’ve seen an explosion of genres and categories that target women. Starting with the very explicit Women’s Fiction.


There’s nothing wrong with marketing books to a particular demographic. Nothing. In fact, it’s good business. But if it’s good business to market to women, why isn’t it also good business to market to men? 


I’m a man, and I read. I even read fiction. In fact, I mostly read fiction. I certainly can’t be the only guy who does. And I know for a fact, I’m not.


In an exceedingly insightful paper written by Kate Summers and published in the Spring 2013 (Vo. 52, No. 3) issue of RUSA, Ms. Summers provides us with information that supports what we already know but fail to act on: men and women are different — and have very different reading interests and habits.


For example, Summers points out that the culprit in fostering this bias against the male reader may in fact be the public school system.


She notes:


“boys’ under achievement in reading is a result of a school curriculum that is ‘biased towards girls’ reading interests’ or a product of the predominance of female teachers versus male teachers, which contributes to boys’ perception of reading as being a feminine pursuit.”


Young boys, who certainly don’t want girl germs, aren’t going to be interested in fiction geared towards girls. Why? Because boys have very different interests vis-a-vis girls. And if we try to force boys to read what they don’t want to read, they are just going to tune us out and play with their X-Box.


Summers cites a classroom study of 6 boys, which just so happens to coincide with my own experience: namely, that boys will read fiction that ties in with their interests.


Early on, I was fascinated with dinosaurs. Consequently, I liked stories that featured dinosaurs; such as, Danny and the Dinosaur and The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek. As my interests developed, so did my interest in fiction on those topics.


If you want boys to read fiction, find out what they’re interested in and give them fiction to read on those subjects.


Girls will read Betsy, Tacy, and Tib; and the boys will read Star Rangers. And all will be well with the world.


So if we were to have a new BISAC fiction code for Men’s Fiction (one doesn’t exist now, while women have FIC044000 FICTION/Women) what would be the characteristics of this category, or genre? What would make it different from Women’s Fiction?


Based on the information cited in Ms Summer’s article, I put forward the following as a starting point.


Men’s Fiction would in general


  • Be written by men (perhaps women using a male pen name)
  • Have a male protagonist
  • Contain elements of the genres preferred by men, such as adventure, humor, horror, and science fiction
  • Have believable characters with whom they can identify
  • Be realistic fiction that deals with contemporary problems of people


Which means if male authors want to attract male readers they need to re-think their reliance on the kick-ass heroine as the protagonist. While the kick-ass heroine may attract some male readers, as a whole men don’t like female main characters. This is because men have a greater need to identify with the protagonist than do women. Something to think about.


Erle Stanley Gardner noted that one of the reasons for the popularity of Sherlock Holmes was due to “the extreme masculine atmosphere and the yearning for freedom.” 


After a time, even the most happily married man begins to feel squeezed by his responsibilities to his family. He may be tied to a job he doesn’t like. He may have doctor bills. Chores like cutting the grass, or painting the house. There are dirty diapers, lack of sleep, and the Terrible Twos.


Holmes and Watson were blissfully free from all those things. Their extremely masculine world is something every guy dreams of — no matter how much he may love his wife and kids.


Gardner also wrote


Every story, or rather, every type of story that has succeeded has the common point of a single man, unaided, overcoming difficulties by the inherent power that is within him and attached to him.


I’m not sure this applies to women’s fiction, but it sure as heck applies to men’s fiction. That is every man’s dream: To conquer the impossible without any help or aid. It is the essence of the adventure story, a genre much preferred by men — not women.


Michael-Scott Earle is building an audience by marketing to men. And I’d guess young men in particular. 


That his approach is working can be seen in the fact that in 2 Kickstarter campaigns he conducted this year, he pulled in over $228,000 in pledges. Men do read fiction folks.


Earle’s books hit on all the main features of Men’s Fiction:


  • They have a male protagonist
  • They have a main character with whom men can identify.
  • They have plenty of action and adventure
  • They contain humor preferred by men
  • They are in the fantasy and science fiction genres
  • They deal with contemporary issues


What I was delighted to see in Earle’s writing is how the male hero gains self-confidence with the help of strong and intelligent women. The women want “their man” to be strong and confident and reward that strength and confidence by becoming his companions and sexual partners.


Male confidence, particularly white male confidence, has taken a beating at the hands of extreme feminism. I’m glad to see Earle giving men back that confidence through his fiction.


Earle has shown us that books marketed to men will sell. Maybe it’s time we start to cater to the needs of the male reader.


There is #MensFiction on Twitter. Maybe we should start using that hashtag.


Men do read fiction. They aren’t as social about their reading as women, which may account for all those surveys which say men don’t read. But they do read and they do tell other men about the books they’ve read. 


With the advent of ereaders, there is a new privacy when reading in public. No longer can the world see your book cover. This may work to the advantage of men. They can read their guilty pleasures, Conan the Barbarian, Doc Savage, and Longarm, and not get questioning looks. Something to think about.


Comments are always welcome! And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.




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Tuesday, August 23, 2022

The Lawyer: Meet the Characters of Magnolia Bluff

Magnolia Bluff, Texas. Situated in the heart of the Texas Hill Country, on the shore of Burnet Reservoir.


It’s a quaint little town, filled with all manner of interesting people. Of course some of those folk are deadly. You tick them off and you’re likely to find yourself six feet under and breathing dirt when you wake up.


The Flower Enigma, Book 5 in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles series, launched this past weekend, and Book 6, The Shine from a Girl in the Lake, is on pre-order and will be available in September.


I’ve read both books and they are well worth a buck. Heck, they’re well worth several bucks. So pick them up while they are at their launch and pre-launch special price.


Buy The Flower Enigma


Buy The Shine from a Girl in the Lake


In this post, I want to introduce you to Stanton Mirabeau Lauderbach, Esq. The lawyer we meet in Death Wears a Crimson Hat, which is the first book in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles.


If you visit Magnolia Bluff and find yourself in trouble, he’s the guy you want to call.



Attorney Stanton Lauderbach is hired to defend the reputation of a lady preacher who may or may not be accused of murder.



He’s tough.


He’s smart.


Two-bit cops don’t frighten him.


He knows how to play the game.


He’s played it before.


In Death Wears A Crimson Hat, Book 1 in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles, Attorney Stanton Lauderbach is hired to defend the reputation of a lady preacher who may or may not be accused of murder.


He doesn’t try to make fools of small town cops.


He lets them make fools of themselves.


And the lawyer loves every minute of it.


May the best team win.


***


There was a knock, and a man stuck his head in. Detective Reece Sovern turned around and said, “What are you doing here, Stanton?”


“I’m here to talk to Reverend Cole. I’m her legal counsel.”


“You’re what?” Sovern demanded.


“I didn’t hire you,” Ember said.


“No, you didn’t, Ms. Cole. A friend hired me on your behalf in case you needed legal advice.” Stanton Lauderbach nodded towards Sovern, to emphasize his point, and continued, “Stanton Lauderbach, Esquire at your service, and it looks as though I got here just in time.”


“Look Stanton, the Reverend and I are just having a chat. I’m not arresting her.”


“But she is a person of interest. Is she not?”


Reece Sovern took his glasses off and ran his hand over his face. “Yes, the Reverend is a person of interest.”


“Then I arrived just in time.” Lauderbach sat in the chair next to Sovern. “Continue, Reece.”


Sovern put his glasses back on, took in a deep breath, and exhaled. “Ms. Cole, did you know that your friend, Harry Thurgood, paid Mary Lou Fight a visit yesterday, and, according to her husband, threatened her?”


Lauderbach held up his hand to stop Ember from replying. “And what does that have to do with Ms. Cole? Shouldn’t you be discussing Mr. Thurgood’s alleged threat with him?”


Ember looked from Sovern, to the lawyer, and then back to the police investigator.


Sovern stood. “You want to make this difficult, don’t you, Stanton?”


“Just doing my job.”


“Yeah, right. Well, I’ll leave you two to whatever business you have. Ms. Cole. Stanton.”


The police investigator left, and Ember took in the man sitting before her. He was immaculately dressed in a three-piece charcoal gray suit. His dark hair was combed straight back from his high forehead, but stood out from his head, giving a very full appearance. He had an aquiline nose and thin lips. But what she found most impressive were his piercing, almost feral eyes. And his smile: genuine, but rather too genuine.


“Who hired you?”


“I’m not at liberty to say.”


“Really?”


“That was the condition your benefactor put on the arrangement.”


“I see. Why are you here?”


“To meet you and find out what Detective Sovern has asked you thus far.”


“And if I say no to your services?”


“If I may be direct…”


Ember nodded.


“You’d be a fool to do so. I’m the best in the county at this sort of thing.”


“Modest, aren’t we?”


Lauderbach smiled. “No, I’m not. But I am the best, which is why Sovern left. He was fishing. Which is good for him and bad for you. He has no evidence you are involved. Let him come back when he has some. Now, what has he asked you about?”


Ember filled in the attorney on her interactions with Reece Sovern.


When she was finished, Stanton Lauderbach fished a card out of his suit coat pocket and handed it to her. He stood. “Call me, no matter the time, whenever someone official shows up.”


“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m innocent?”


Lauderbach smiled, and Ember could’ve sworn his eyes glowed. “My job is to defend you. Period. Guilt or innocence is up to judge and jury. Good day, Reverend Cole.”


Ember watched him leave, and then studied the chair in which he’d been sitting. She pursed her lips, then picked up her desk phone. “This is Harry’s doing,” she muttered, started punching in numbers, but stopped before she was finished.


Her eyes took in her Bible, and she returned the phone to the cradle. She mouthed the verse: Be welcoming to strangers; because, by doing so, some have entertained angels and didn’t realize it.


She sat back in her chair, and softly said, “Maybe Harry is an angel.”


Please click HERE to find Death Wears A Crimson Hat on Amazon.


And you can find Caleb Pirtle’s original post which I borrowed with his permission on his website: https://www.calebandlindapirtle.com/the-lawyer-meet-the-characters-of-magnolia-bluff/


Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.




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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

The Flower Enigma

 



Magnolia Buff is earning quite a track record for criminal capers weaving their way through the town’s beautiful streets.


Which is a shame. Because Magnolia Bluff is a quaint little quiet town set in the Texas Hill Country.


There are good people who live there, full of hopes and dreams, who enjoy the good things the town has to offer. Magnolia Bluff is a good place to be.


Unfortunately, trouble always seems to find a way to smudge the town’s reputation.


The Flower Enigma by Charles Breakfield and Rox Burkey (Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles, Book 5) details the latest criminal doings in our sleepy little town.


JJ and Jo check into the Flower B&B looking forward to a much deserved vacation to rest, relax, and recharge the love they share for each other.


Unfortunately, their vacation begins to unravel when JJ thwarts a ransomware attack that threatens to derail the podcast of the town’s chief gossips.


And when the cyber attacks to derail the podcast increase, followed by Jo being attacked, the couple decide they must get to the bottom of the nefarious goings on in this small town.


What they discover are dark deeds that no one in Magnolia Bluff would have believed could ever besmirch their town.


The Flower Enigma. A techno-thriller where you’d never suspect one to be.


You can find The Flower Enigma on Amazon.



Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.




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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

The Overpowered MC


 

Recently I ran across the term Overpowered Main Character


I said to myself, “What the heck is that?” After reading the definition, I said “Oh, that’s what heroic characters are.”


If you’re like me, as writers we’re told our characters have to have flaws and then overcome them in the story. That we have to write the Hero’s Journey every time we put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, or voice to recorder.


As readers, we are bombarded with sales pitches telling us the author writes about flawed characters. Reviewers pan books where the characters aren’t flawed and therefore not “realistic”.


Now, to be honest, I’ve never cared overly much for the Hero’s Journey. Nor do I care overly much to read about flawed people. I want to read about people. Period. They may or may not have any flaws. Their warts don’t matter much to me. I want to see people.


I read for entertainment. I read to get out of my world and to take a trip to a different world. Usually one that doesn’t much resemble my own.


That world may be the fantastic world of Conan the Barbarian. Or it may be the ordinary settings of Jack Reacher’s world. Or it may be the hidden world of Pellucidar. Or the jungles of Tarzan. Or the California of Philip Marlowe.


But wherever the book takes me, I generally don’t want to read about flawed characters. Realistic characters — yes. Flawed ones — no.


Let’s face it, people are a bunch of odd ducks. A combination of good and bad, normal and perverse, ordinary and exciting. It is what makes us interesting. Variety, after all, is the spice of life.


When I read fiction, I want to escape me and my world and vicariously become the main character in a different world. I want to be the main character. So why the heck do I want him flawed? I don’t. Because if he is — then he’s no different than I am.


And I don’t want to read about myself. If I did, I’d write in my journal.


I don’t want to read about me. I want to vicariously identify with a larger than life main character. James Bond. Indiana Jones. Captain Kirk.


The Hobbit is often cited as a perfect example of the Hero’s Journey. Perhaps it is. I don’t care. What draws me to the book are the characters. I’ve re-read The Hobbit five times and I don’t usually re-read books, but the characters are so intriguing I just love to take a trip to that world every now and again.


The characters in The Hobbit are lifelike, but they transcend anyone I know. I like Bilbo at the beginning of the book and I like him at the end of the book. I don’t really give a fig about the journey and his change from Baggins to Took.


I revel in the the mini-dramas between and amongst the characters. That’s what makes the story.


I want characters who are realistic, yet larger than life. Who have a commanding presence I can respect — warts and all.


My character Pierce Mostyn is not an exciting one. Even with his strawberry blond hair, nothing is visually distinctive about him and he is easily forgotten, which is probably an advantage for a paranormal G-man. 


Yet, the one thing he has that I don’t is calmness under fire. He is unflappable. Something I wish I was. He can also get himself and his team out of any monster-created jam that he finds himself in. Something I probably couldn’t do.


Justinia Wright is larger than life. Rather over-the-top even. She is “normal” on steroids, coupled with a whole heck of a lot of eccentric. Harry, on the other hand, is all sorts of normal. He’s the counterpoint to all of Tina’s eccentricities. Add to that, their sibling bickering and you have characters like us, but unlike us in that they get rid of all the bad guys.


Bill Arthur, the narrator of The Rocheport Saga, is my wannabe character. If I could be someone else, I’d want to be Bill Arthur.


He isn’t physically overpowered. But he is overpowered when it comes to imagination, leadership, and strategic planning. He’s also unflappable under fire.


The Overpowered Main Character is the person we all dream of becoming. Jack Reacher crushes bullies. Who amongst us hasn’t at sometime been bullied? Jack Reacher is our vengeance outlet.


Recently, I’ve been reading Michael-Scott Earle’s Tamer and Star Justice series. Both feature an overpowered main character. And in reading these books I can’t help but think of characters such as Tarzan, Superman, and Conan. There’s something viscerally appealing about a character who will always be triumphant. Probably because we want to be triumphant.


Boring, I hear some of you say. No, not really. The excitement is in seeing how our hero beats the odds. And the odds are always against him. Just like we feel they are so very often against us.


Fiction is entertainment. I don’t want my books to give me the same world I wake up to every morning. To me, that’s boring.


The Overpowered Main Character: he’s who we really want to be.


Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.




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Conan image is from Lancer edition of the Conan stories.

Tuesday, August 2, 2022

The Crimson Hat Queen

 Meet the Characters of Magnolia Bluff

The Crimson Hat Queen



Her followers are arrogant and quick to look down their noses at anyone who does not measure up to their social standing.


Once again we are walking the streets of Magnolia Bluff, Texas. And once again we are meeting one of the town’s citizens. 


Today we are meeting Mary Lou Fight. Wife of the town’s bank president. Founder and Queen of the Magnolia Bluff Crimson Hat Society. And once again I thank Caleb Pirtle for letting me borrow his blogpost.


*


Every small town has one, the self-proclaimed, self-anointed queen of society.


She thinks she runs the town.


She has money.


She has friends who do her every bidding.


They want to stay on her good side.


They want to be invited to her parties.


They want to be viewed as part of the town’s upper social class.


In Death Wears a Crimson Hat, they are the disciples of Mary Lou Fight.


And Mary Lou is the Queen of the Crimson Hat Society.


Don’t believe me?


Just ask her


In general, her followers are arrogant and quick to look down their noses at anyone who does not measure up to their social standing.


They are the Gossips.


The Backbiters.


And the Character Assassins.


Lose the favor of Mary Lou Fight, and you might as well pack up and leave town.


She will make your life a living hell.


And she will enjoy every minute of it.


***


The Reverend Ember Cole walked through the door of the Really Good Wood-Fired Coffee Shop at precisely five minutes after one and froze.


There, in the corner, Mary Lou Fight was holding court with the five members of her Crimson Hat Society, all decked out in their red hats, yellow feather boas, and indigo attire.


Mary Lou and her husband Gunter were prominent, very prominent members of Ember’s church. And an unrelenting source of grief for her.


Scarlett Hayden saw her and waved.


The only honest one in the bunch, Ember thought and waved back. She proceeded to the counter where Harry was standing at the end opposite from where Mary Lou was holding court. The eyes of the Queen of the Crimson Hats followed Ember.


The Reverend took a seat, and Harry handed her a menu. “I know you don’t need this, but ol’ eagle-eye is watching us.”


“And I bet her mouth is still talking to her flock.”


“It is. And was that a note of disdain I heard? Isn’t that a sin or something?”


“That woman makes the Devil look like Gabriel.”


“You know what they say: there’s telephone, telegraph, but don’t tell Mary Lou.”


Ember smiled. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”


“But it’s the truth.”


“That it is.”


*


From the large entryway, he followed her through a door on the right into a room that was probably twice the size of his coffee shop. The maid left and closed the door.


A fireplace was along one wall, a white grand piano was at the far end, and an assortment of sofas and chairs formed areas for people to sit and engage in conversation. Paintings hung on the walls, and large windows essentially replaced the walls at the far end of the room.


From one of the sofas in the middle of the room, Mary Lou Fight stood. She wore a cream-colored dress. The only accent Harry could see was the strand of pearls she wore around her neck.


“Mr. Thurgood, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”


“I wanted to see how the other half lives.”


She arched an eyebrow. “Have a seat.” She indicated a chair. Harry walked to it and sat after Mary Lou had returned to her seat on the couch.


“And what do you think, Mr. Thurgood?” she purred.


“What I’ve always suspected. The other half lives quite well.”


“Jesus said that we’ll always have the poor with us. I suppose, by implication, that also means the rich will always be with us as well. Wouldn’t you rather be rich?”


“I’d rather be happy.”


She smiled at his reply and asked if he’d like something to drink. “I’m having tea.”


“No, thank you. But you go ahead.”


She rang a bell. The maid appeared. “Tea, please, Gabriela.” The maid nodded and departed.


She turned back to Harry. “I suppose you heard about Louisa Middlebrook.”


“I did. Tragic. Can’t figure out why someone would feel the need to kill her.”


“She was one of my girls. It is very sad, and I don’t understand it either.”


*


Mary Lou watched Harry leave. She raised her teacup to her lips and sipped tea.


Perhaps I underestimated that lounge lizard, she thought.


She took another sip of tea, set the cup in the saucer, and set them on the coffee table.


She stood, walked to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out on her world.


“I think it’s time to teach Mr. Thurgood, if that’s even his name, a lesson.” A smile touched her lips. “Yes, this is a job for Hunter. He’ll find all the dirt hiding in your closet Harry Thurgood, and with it — I will break you!”


Her laughter filled the room.


*


I hope you enjoyed that snippet. Mary Lou Fight is one woman you don’t want to tangle with unless you are very well prepared. And most aren’t.


Harry Thurgood is skating on some mighty thin ice.


You can read the original post here. And you can get a copy of Death Wears a Crimson Hat on Amazon


The world of Magnolia Bluff is fun and idyllic and deadly. There are four adventures available for your reading pleasure. Number five is on preorder. Check out the world of Magnolia Bluff on Amazon.



Comments are always welcome. And until next time, happy reading!




CW Hawes is a playwright, award-winning poet, and a fictioneer, with a bestselling novel. He’s also an armchair philosopher, political theorist, social commentator, and traveler. He loves a good cup of tea and agrees that everything’s better with pizza.



If you enjoyed this post, please consider buying me a cup of tea. Thanks! PayPal.me/CWHawes