First one—minor, kind of—I bought a book that normally wouldn’t have blipped on my reading radar but for the hot buzz (especially because of the historical setting): Mr. Impossible by Loretta Chase. THEN I get it home, and it’s part of a freaking series, and is it the first one? No. So now I have a brand new book—I bought it at the grocery store, so I didn’t even get the Walmart discount—I won’t read. :censor:
And Sylvia’s gotta pretty good rant on about a letter to the RWR editor, and about publishers starting to pull back writers to appease the conservatives. Here’s my take on part of the letter:
â€œAlso we may want to stop prattling on about how â€˜we just donâ€™t get no respectâ€™ when we allow dopey-looking hunks in ridiculous costumes advertising an erotic publisher
on our back cover. Thereâ€™s a big difference between sensual romance and erotica, and I think we made a big mistake in lowering our standards to accept such a publisher.â€
Oh wait! Those ARE your covers! Bet you wouldn’t have any qualms about those dopey-looking hunks in ridiculous costumes appearing on the back of a magazine, would ya?
Oh, and this part:
“Maybe we need to rethink the RWR cover policy to make our magazine look more like the professional writers it represents. Surely that’s not asking too much.”
Well, gee. It’s a trade magazine for professional romance writers. The ad represented a professional book written by professional romance writers, edited by a professional romance editor, and published by a professional, RWA recognized romance publisher. So I think it’s doing just fine.
Other than their Letters to the Editor being 2/3 erotic romance bashing, of course.
I really have to learn to start ignoring this CRAP. Although, after reading Sylvia’s entry, it’s even harder to dismiss this as junior high bullshit.