OK between reading Jack Kerouac, Chuck Palahniuk, Jeff Noon, and Aldous Huxley, I occasionally read chick lit and romance novels. Yeah I know it is formulaic, thoughtless, and crass. I still read it anyway. I have for the past couple of years or so have noticed that there is a subset of romance novels that caters to black women who are into IR. I would say white men, but I don't know a lot of guys who read romance novels. Now many times I have a problem with these type of books, much for the same reason I hate a lot of "urban" (read black) fiction.
Apparently black people are so obsessed with name brands we must make mention of them from the shoes a girl is wearing, the car she drives, the liquor she drinks.
In all other books a woman would have a dry martini, it would be written. "The woman had a dry martini."
In the "urban" fiction book, "The woman sipped her Grey Goose martini, extra dry as her Tiffany bracelet clanked against the Lalique crystal stemware that came from Neiman's. "
You get my point?
Then there is the matter of I guess small publishing houses aren't into editing books. I have seen the word conversate in more books than I care to admit, over and over again, repeatedly being used. For the record, conversate is not a word. It never was. The word is converse. Seriously. I know. Besides that, why can't you say you were talking? Or had a discussion? Hell even say you were chit chatting?
I understand some typos, hell I am the typo queen!!!!! I admit to it. But it just rubs me the wrong way when I see pages upon pages of typos.
Is it me, or am I judging these books a bit more harsher, than lets say the "classics"?
I know that we should be excited that there are even books geared towards this type of IR, but honestly I wish there were more mainstream books in which IR took place, but was not at center stage. I noticed with Jack Kerouac, who happens to be one of my favorite writers, he mentions his attraction to IR, but it isn't the gist of the story. I honestly think his book was the first book I ever read that even addressed IR between white men and black women. His book also discusses hitchhiking across the country, which for a brief period of time after reading "On the Road" I was eager to do before I got concerned about serial killer truck drivers, and determining I would have to go into truck stop prostitution to fund my endeavor.
Why aren't there more mainstream books or literature with an IR theme?