Genre Talk: Urban Fantasy
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megwritesI've been trying to make this post for, like, a week now. I keep deleting it and re-writing it because I haven't felt I've really articulated my opinions as well as I want to.
But I think I've gotten close with this post.
I read and write urban fantasy. The draft I'm trying to get through at the moment is urban fantasy (complete with vampires!). But if any of you have followed my reviews, you'll see that I'm often quite critical and very harsh on urban fantasy/paranormal romance novels. Moreso perhaps than I am on any other genre of books, even science-fiction or straight up fantasy.
When I go into a bookstore or browse online booksellers, the selections I see disappoint me greatly, and I'm frustrated by the current output in urban fantasy/paranormal romance. I firmly believe in Sturgeon's Law (99% of everything is crap), and that goes for books. So there is no genre that is either completely perfect or completely terrible. But right now, as it stands, the UF/PR genre seems to have a higher-than-normal proportion of shitty books.
There's no reason I can think of (outside of marketing and publishing realities) why this should be so. I, as a reader, am desperately hungry to find the kind of tales that this genre could be telling. I am ravenous for tales of the magic and mundane swirling together, showing how ordinary the not-ordinary is, how much is unseen even when we look straight at it. I long for stories of secrets places where there might just be a ghost on the subway or a goddess stuck in traffic. I want to read of unlikely heroes, of people who's greatest magic is not a spell or amulet or super strength, but the abliity to twist and turn and shape themselves around whatever is strange and dangerous and true.
As for paranormal romance? It's like that kid who you know is a genius, but they just won't do their homework so they get D's when they could be acing the class. I am so ready for that really great story about what it would really be like to love someone who is sometimes a wolf or drinks blood and can't touch daylight. I'm ready for someone to show me how amazing it is when love - which is its own super power - can put people together against steep odds. I want to see how you'd make it work with a vampire or a witch or a demon, and why they'd fall in love with a human. Why a human - a smart human with actual self-esteem - would fall in love with them.
I'm ready for an attraction between the magic and the mundane that transcends the "well, he's basically a blood-drinking Abercrombie model and she's wearing leather pants, ta da, it's true love!" I want to read the stories about people who thought they were done with love or couldn't/wouldn't be loved. I want to hear the tales of how sometimes, in the midsts of the worst places, people find and create something spectacular.
Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance have some lofty literary parentage. They borrow from SF and Romance, respectively, though you can find dashes of noir and detective fiction and mystery in the mix, the way a kid might have their's uncle's nose or their grandmother's smile.
Romance is a lot of live up to, because some of the greatest cultural works we have stem from that genre. It's something that has permeated into our TV shows, movies, songs. The tales this genre comes out with are important ones. It's also a genre where women writers can stake a claim the way they often can't in other places. In this genre get to talk about life, about love, about how it works (or doesn't), how it hurts, how it isn't easy, and how sometimes life really is exciting. How individual human being spark and shock and fight and fuck and exist so beautifully sometimes even when the rest of the world is ugly. Romance is where we talk about the things that make life worth living. What makes all the boring bits worth it.
Fantasy is all about inventing new things, shining light into dark corners, inventing the place that aren't but making you, the reader, feel as though they're as real as the book in your hands. Fantasy lets us talk about things we can't say openly, it lets us parse our world through alternatives and contrasts and opposites. We can define and even shape what is by talking about what isn't (yet), what can't be, what shouldn't be, what should be.
But these are not the stories being told, these are not what I see when I browse shelves and websites.
What I see staring back at me is a sea of sameness. I see, over and over again, just one tale being told. I see covers that show only one image: the cutoff image of a thin, white, cisgendered, able-bodied, twenty-something woman's body. Her skin is meant to tantalize me somehow, as though it is beaconing me to see what I could imagine myself to be, because of course to be thin, able, white, and twenty is the ideal, this is the body women ought to have when talking about themselves as powerful and free and liberated. Who would want to be PoC, after all? Or disabled? Or fat? Or fifty? What woman in her right mind would see a body of color or a disabled body or a fat body or a transwoman's body an old body and think, "This is a powerful, free body? This is the body of a warrior, a heroine, a person with a tale worth telling?"
I tell myself, "Cover art isn't everything." I think of the examples of bad covers on good books (think Justine Larbalestier's "Liar" or Jaclyn Dolamore's "Magic Under Glass").
Then I open the books, and I find that the covers are not so inaccurate. The tale told to me seems always the same, always a disappointment. The story is told in the first person by the same self-absorbed, conventionally attractive, twenty-something, blandly heterosexual, aggressively cisgendered, emotionally needy white woman. I am expected, as a reader, to sympathize with her because of her shoes or her clothes, of which she speaks often and sometimes at length, never mind if such clothing is usually not made for my body or that I may not even be able to afford such things. Because I identify female and so does she, it is expected that her material possessions will elicit a bond between us.
I am then expected to relate to her ill-considered attraction to an equally conventional, aggressively heterosexual man who's body matches her in it's dominance-affirming perfection. His scars, like hers, are never deforming. I am not supposed to question his actions too much, whether following her home makes him a stalker rather than a lover, whether an immortal creature repeating high school endlessly is not creepy rather than charming. It is my fault as a reader if I examine and analyze this relationship too close, asking rude questions and wondering why they're together or why their relationship - the meeting of two perfect, white, straight, thin, attractive bodies - should matter to this fat reader. Obviously, thin white bodies are of interest to everyone, whatever their size, color, orientation, or ability.
The story told to me winds around, a barely functioning plot that reads like a weakly written episode of a detective show with a witch or a vampire or werewolf thrown in. The heroine's adventure takes usually a week or less and is paced too quickly to be believable, all the while she makes crack and quips designed to be witty but which are never really funny. Clue after obvious clue is laid down, leading to a cardboard villian who seeks to destroy the world or kill the heroine for reasons that are as thin and flimsy as the shirts she wears on the cover. During this plot many friends and allies and even rival suitors appear to woo her, help her, lay down their lives for her cause as though they have none of their own, no lives or responsibilities that might cause them to prioritize other things or themselves above this perfect, enchanted white woman. These minor characters (many of them only PoC, GLBT, PWD, or fat people to be found) are merely smaller bodies that rotate around the gravity well of the heroine, who is more important than all else.
After a scrambling, clumsy battle at the end, the heroine has accomplished her goal and come out intact. She is never killed, never loses a limb, never scarred, never left damaged. She and the Love Interest are closer but here is room left for a sequel so it isn't a perfect "Happily After Ever" and there the tale ends.
I am told by reviewers and book blurbs that these are supposed to be fun stories, that they're supposed to be "sexy", "fun", "wild", "hot", "sizzling", and I wonder - to whom? What if you're bisexual (I am), lesbian, gay, or otherwise queer-identifying? If the story of perfect woman-on-perfect man doesn't excite you, what is the purpose of this book?
And then I wonder where the books for the rest of us are. Where are the urban fantasies and paranormal romances for PoC, PWD, fat people, GLBT folks, or those of us who just want something different, something else? Where are the urban fantasies and paranormal romances for those who have nothing to do with and are nothing like the sea of perfectly sculpted whiteness in front of them?
I know this isn't just the fault of authors writing these things. I know there are a long line of agents, editors, publishers, and marketing professionals who push the material, who push the suspicion that nothing else will sell, who take the giant pool of submissions and select only these things, who press authors to twist around their material. There is no one person to blame, just one terrible system that keeps telling and transmitting this same story. Whether it is profitable for the writers, publishers, editors, and agents involved, it leaves me, the reader, feeling very lonely and disappointed and longing for something more, something else, something different, something better.
But I think I've gotten close with this post.
I read and write urban fantasy. The draft I'm trying to get through at the moment is urban fantasy (complete with vampires!). But if any of you have followed my reviews, you'll see that I'm often quite critical and very harsh on urban fantasy/paranormal romance novels. Moreso perhaps than I am on any other genre of books, even science-fiction or straight up fantasy.
When I go into a bookstore or browse online booksellers, the selections I see disappoint me greatly, and I'm frustrated by the current output in urban fantasy/paranormal romance. I firmly believe in Sturgeon's Law (99% of everything is crap), and that goes for books. So there is no genre that is either completely perfect or completely terrible. But right now, as it stands, the UF/PR genre seems to have a higher-than-normal proportion of shitty books.
There's no reason I can think of (outside of marketing and publishing realities) why this should be so. I, as a reader, am desperately hungry to find the kind of tales that this genre could be telling. I am ravenous for tales of the magic and mundane swirling together, showing how ordinary the not-ordinary is, how much is unseen even when we look straight at it. I long for stories of secrets places where there might just be a ghost on the subway or a goddess stuck in traffic. I want to read of unlikely heroes, of people who's greatest magic is not a spell or amulet or super strength, but the abliity to twist and turn and shape themselves around whatever is strange and dangerous and true.
As for paranormal romance? It's like that kid who you know is a genius, but they just won't do their homework so they get D's when they could be acing the class. I am so ready for that really great story about what it would really be like to love someone who is sometimes a wolf or drinks blood and can't touch daylight. I'm ready for someone to show me how amazing it is when love - which is its own super power - can put people together against steep odds. I want to see how you'd make it work with a vampire or a witch or a demon, and why they'd fall in love with a human. Why a human - a smart human with actual self-esteem - would fall in love with them.
I'm ready for an attraction between the magic and the mundane that transcends the "well, he's basically a blood-drinking Abercrombie model and she's wearing leather pants, ta da, it's true love!" I want to read the stories about people who thought they were done with love or couldn't/wouldn't be loved. I want to hear the tales of how sometimes, in the midsts of the worst places, people find and create something spectacular.
Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance have some lofty literary parentage. They borrow from SF and Romance, respectively, though you can find dashes of noir and detective fiction and mystery in the mix, the way a kid might have their's uncle's nose or their grandmother's smile.
Romance is a lot of live up to, because some of the greatest cultural works we have stem from that genre. It's something that has permeated into our TV shows, movies, songs. The tales this genre comes out with are important ones. It's also a genre where women writers can stake a claim the way they often can't in other places. In this genre get to talk about life, about love, about how it works (or doesn't), how it hurts, how it isn't easy, and how sometimes life really is exciting. How individual human being spark and shock and fight and fuck and exist so beautifully sometimes even when the rest of the world is ugly. Romance is where we talk about the things that make life worth living. What makes all the boring bits worth it.
Fantasy is all about inventing new things, shining light into dark corners, inventing the place that aren't but making you, the reader, feel as though they're as real as the book in your hands. Fantasy lets us talk about things we can't say openly, it lets us parse our world through alternatives and contrasts and opposites. We can define and even shape what is by talking about what isn't (yet), what can't be, what shouldn't be, what should be.
But these are not the stories being told, these are not what I see when I browse shelves and websites.
What I see staring back at me is a sea of sameness. I see, over and over again, just one tale being told. I see covers that show only one image: the cutoff image of a thin, white, cisgendered, able-bodied, twenty-something woman's body. Her skin is meant to tantalize me somehow, as though it is beaconing me to see what I could imagine myself to be, because of course to be thin, able, white, and twenty is the ideal, this is the body women ought to have when talking about themselves as powerful and free and liberated. Who would want to be PoC, after all? Or disabled? Or fat? Or fifty? What woman in her right mind would see a body of color or a disabled body or a fat body or a transwoman's body an old body and think, "This is a powerful, free body? This is the body of a warrior, a heroine, a person with a tale worth telling?"
I tell myself, "Cover art isn't everything." I think of the examples of bad covers on good books (think Justine Larbalestier's "Liar" or Jaclyn Dolamore's "Magic Under Glass").
Then I open the books, and I find that the covers are not so inaccurate. The tale told to me seems always the same, always a disappointment. The story is told in the first person by the same self-absorbed, conventionally attractive, twenty-something, blandly heterosexual, aggressively cisgendered, emotionally needy white woman. I am expected, as a reader, to sympathize with her because of her shoes or her clothes, of which she speaks often and sometimes at length, never mind if such clothing is usually not made for my body or that I may not even be able to afford such things. Because I identify female and so does she, it is expected that her material possessions will elicit a bond between us.
I am then expected to relate to her ill-considered attraction to an equally conventional, aggressively heterosexual man who's body matches her in it's dominance-affirming perfection. His scars, like hers, are never deforming. I am not supposed to question his actions too much, whether following her home makes him a stalker rather than a lover, whether an immortal creature repeating high school endlessly is not creepy rather than charming. It is my fault as a reader if I examine and analyze this relationship too close, asking rude questions and wondering why they're together or why their relationship - the meeting of two perfect, white, straight, thin, attractive bodies - should matter to this fat reader. Obviously, thin white bodies are of interest to everyone, whatever their size, color, orientation, or ability.
The story told to me winds around, a barely functioning plot that reads like a weakly written episode of a detective show with a witch or a vampire or werewolf thrown in. The heroine's adventure takes usually a week or less and is paced too quickly to be believable, all the while she makes crack and quips designed to be witty but which are never really funny. Clue after obvious clue is laid down, leading to a cardboard villian who seeks to destroy the world or kill the heroine for reasons that are as thin and flimsy as the shirts she wears on the cover. During this plot many friends and allies and even rival suitors appear to woo her, help her, lay down their lives for her cause as though they have none of their own, no lives or responsibilities that might cause them to prioritize other things or themselves above this perfect, enchanted white woman. These minor characters (many of them only PoC, GLBT, PWD, or fat people to be found) are merely smaller bodies that rotate around the gravity well of the heroine, who is more important than all else.
After a scrambling, clumsy battle at the end, the heroine has accomplished her goal and come out intact. She is never killed, never loses a limb, never scarred, never left damaged. She and the Love Interest are closer but here is room left for a sequel so it isn't a perfect "Happily After Ever" and there the tale ends.
I am told by reviewers and book blurbs that these are supposed to be fun stories, that they're supposed to be "sexy", "fun", "wild", "hot", "sizzling", and I wonder - to whom? What if you're bisexual (I am), lesbian, gay, or otherwise queer-identifying? If the story of perfect woman-on-perfect man doesn't excite you, what is the purpose of this book?
And then I wonder where the books for the rest of us are. Where are the urban fantasies and paranormal romances for PoC, PWD, fat people, GLBT folks, or those of us who just want something different, something else? Where are the urban fantasies and paranormal romances for those who have nothing to do with and are nothing like the sea of perfectly sculpted whiteness in front of them?
I know this isn't just the fault of authors writing these things. I know there are a long line of agents, editors, publishers, and marketing professionals who push the material, who push the suspicion that nothing else will sell, who take the giant pool of submissions and select only these things, who press authors to twist around their material. There is no one person to blame, just one terrible system that keeps telling and transmitting this same story. Whether it is profitable for the writers, publishers, editors, and agents involved, it leaves me, the reader, feeling very lonely and disappointed and longing for something more, something else, something different, something better.
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:54 pm (UTC)Rachel Hawkin's Hex Hall, another new YA, has a secondary character who identifies as lesbian - and the main character barely bats an eye, accepting her as a friend right off the bat.
I would love, so very much, to see more non-standard heroes in urban fantasy. When I see the GLBT characters, I cheer. (There's a gay couple in Jenna Black's Morgan Kingsley series that makes it worth reading for me. Jes Battis has an assortment of GLBT characters fleshing out his Night Child series.) When I see the CoC... I -notice- them now. Especially if they're the main characers or at the very least important to the story. When I see the overweight characters, I'm downright thrilled.
I guess I've read enough urban fantasy that so much of it's become a blur, and anything that stands out as different actually stands out.
And I want to see more of the different ... even if I have to write it myself. I want heroes of color, of different orientations, of different body sizes, of different faiths.
(No wonder I've been in a reviewing slump lately. I read urban fantasy but it's become increasingly hard to talk about them when they start to blend together. Sigh.)
Oh... as far as heroines who never get scarred or maimed: you might think of checking out Lucy Snyder's Spellbound, where the heroine sustains some nasty, lasting injuries early on and doesn't get magically cured.
I may have to bookmark this post as an example of what not to do when I get around to writing novel-length urban fantasy.
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Date: 2010-03-26 07:38 pm (UTC)And I want to see more of the different ... even if I have to write it myself. I want heroes of color, of different orientations, of different body sizes, of different faiths.
Amen to this. Although I do think it's a little difficult to tell someone frustrated with the genre to "write it yourself if you want it" (not saying you said that, but OTHER FOLKS say that) because a) not everyone is a writer and b) no writer can possibly write and develop and publish every single idea they get.
I want to see about a million different things on the shelves. I want to see transgender heroines. Transwomen for the win, yanno? And I want to see how you'd make urban fantasy work in a primarily Muslim country where the dominating supernatural is not what it would be here in the U.S. What does a kickass heroine wearing hijab look like, what is that story like? What do you do when, maybe, djinn replace vampires?
And I am beyond pissed that with all these sexy vampires running about that almost none of them are queer-identifying. I mean, come on. Sexy immortals who don't have to worry about disease or pregnancy? Who don't have to live inside society's rules? And none of them are getting their GLBT on? I mean, what if you're a male vampire and you finally have the freedom to be the woman you've always wanted to be, always known you were? And how would you (or could you) get hormones/surgery necessary?
What about vice versa? Or what if you're a vampire in one of those typical hypersexualized vampire societies and you're asexual?
There are just so many possibilities with vampires alone, but nope.
So, yeah. And thanks for the book recs as well. One great thing about these posts is hearing about books I missed or didn't hear about that are really awesome. I'm putting the ones you mentioned on the list as well. I can't wait to go book hunting soon!
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Date: 2010-03-26 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-26 09:51 pm (UTC)But, alas, no. They don't exist (I don't think). :(
My only comfort is that while I can't write all the things I'd like to see, I can at least try to include or feature some of them in the things I do write.
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Date: 2010-03-26 11:08 pm (UTC)In addition, while I'm educating myself hardcore when it comes to writing PoC and other "Others", I'm not yet comfortable writing about an entirely foreign setting/culture without getting it severely wrong (as opposed to just a little wrong), so that's limiting as well. (For the record, I identify as white/female/cis/bi/disabled.)
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Date: 2010-03-27 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-26 08:07 pm (UTC)This, in part, is why I'm editing Scheherazade's Facade for Norilana Books. Because I want to see more gender bending, cross-dressing, and personal transformation in fantasy.
This, in part, is why everything I've done for Circlet features lesbian protagonists. Because I want to see the lesbian get the girl, and the happy ending (if not the happily ever after). (Frankly, I think everyone deserves to get the guy, girl, or person of their choice, but I can only do so much at a time...)
Frankly? The more I see the same old same, the more I want to break the unspoken rules. And I want to do it with the big presses. I want to see a DAW/Ace/Roc/etc UF that refuses to conform to the same old. No offense to the many fine authors I love to read, but it's time for something less heteronormative.
(Points to Jim Hines for his lesbian protagonist in the recent DAW antho, A Girl's Guide to Guns and Monsters.)
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Date: 2010-03-27 02:19 am (UTC)Alas, never as the protagonist. That said though, I've never been quite drawn to the urban fantasy genre, preferring secondary worlds, but I never quite know what's worth my money, you know? =/