Essays by a third-rate novelist looking into genre writing, politics, transportation, polling, a certain beauty contest, racial concord, literature and anything else that strikes his fancy. New content as of November 2012--including, I'm sorry to say, another poem, an essay slamming Tolkien while blatantly displaying my literacy, a cartoon series in prose, a travelogue and a literary critique.
That's right. Even though I claim to be a writer, I hate romance novels.
I don't hate them because they are girly and mushy, though they usually are. Nor because they tend to be formulaic, though they certainly do. Nor because they're the most popular genre, crowding out better and more profound fiction.
No, I hate them for far better and more specific reasons.
I hate them because the heroine is always beautiful, sexy, and p...