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It’s that time of year again when everyone from columnists to friends on Facebook proudly post the books they’ve read in the last year, and the ones they hope to tackle in the next.
As an avid reader, I’m always intrigued by said lists. But in recent years I’ve noticed a recurring theme, namely, many of them claim to be ultra-focused on diversity. In fact, the more books or authors one has read that have some relation to LGBTQIA people, minorities or the oppression of the underprivileged, the more public applause the list seems to receive.
The funny thing is that while these lists profess to be diverse, they consistently fail to include a major demographic: white male authors and stories.
This isn’t just in my imagination. Earlier this year, a story in Compact magazine noted that, at least on the author side of things, there have been only two white male millennials on the New York Times “notable fiction” list since 2021, while a novelist interviewed on a Vox podcast declared that when it comes to literary fiction, “Men are losing.”
Anecdotal evidence also suggests that men are being pushed out of the literary world. A few weeks ago, I heard of a man who attended a writer’s convention, hoping to break into the field of fantasy fiction. To his surprise, his fellow attendees wanted to know what was unique about him. Was he gay? Black? Queer? Uh, no. He was just a straight, white male and therefore essentially a nobody in the book world.
Perhaps this shouldn’t be a surprise. After all, we’ve pushed the old, dead, white, male authors out of our lives for years — so why not the new ones, too? “They’re perpetrators of the patriarchy,” we’re told. “Bigots! Racists! Misogynists! Don’t listen to them!”