While I’m angry that Publishers Weekly ignores women in its “Best Books of 2009” list, I’m not surprised. Since about 1993, when I began to follow trends in creative nonfiction, I’ve noted that many book-review critics, on a fairly consistent basis, are more likely to honor traditional male narratives than those by women. They particularly glorify stories written by men who have fought in foreign wars in far-away places, or by former hostages, prisoners of war. This positive attention is, of course, deserved; after all, these stories are important.
But what about memoirs written by women?
At the same time that men’s books garner positive notice, women’s words reflecting their traditional battles—battles, say, waged on the home front—domestic civil wars about abused women and children—domestic POWs—have been belittled or ignored. When women write about wars closer to home, or even in the home, we are frequently, and pejoratively, labeled “confessional” writers. Whiny.
The book-review critic Michael Skube, for one example, writes particularly hostile book reviews in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution proclaiming that Linda Katherine Cutting’s incest memoir, Memory Slips, is more “therapy…than memoir…” (2/9/97). In another article he proclaims: “People are spilling their guts out, confessing the unimaginable and sometimes the purely imaginary. We’ve gone tabloid. Infidelity, which can at least be interesting, is old hat. Boring. Incest is in—all in the family, you could say” (4/20/97).
Publishers Weekly likewise has a history of either disparaging or ignoring women’s books on domestic violence. I apologize if I sound self-serving, but my first memoir (Because I Remember Terror, Father, I Remember You), which won the Association of Writers and Writing Programs Award Series in 1996, and which recounts my story of growing up in an incestuous family, was the first creative nonfiction book in the history of the AWP award series not reviewed by PW. When the University of Georgia Press asked why, PW admitted it was because of the subject matter.
Publishers Weekly’s continual indifference or misunderstanding toward this subject is also exemplified, for example, by its review of Carol Hebald’s memoir, The Heart Too Long Suppressed, about childhood sexual and emotional abuse. The reviewer notes that the work is “an Oprah-esque saga of overcoming adversity. But author publicity will help this book, especially given its inspirational ending” (2001).
Contrast this with a PW review of Brian Keenan’s, An Evil Cradling, about Keenan’s time in Beirut, teaching at the American University, when he was kidnapped by fundamentalist Shi’ite militiamen and held hostage. PW calls it “a riveting and terrifying read that finally ends with the exhilaration of Keenan’s inexplicable release” (1993).
The connotation of words says it all. In the mouth of PW, “inspirational” makes Hebald’s book sound unliterary, a lesser work.
Ironically, it is this very disregard of women’s memoirs that inspired me, in part, to write Fearless Confessions: A Writer’s Guide to Memoir (also not reviewed by PW!), with the hope that more and more women will cultivate the courage to tell their truths in the face of forces—from family members to the media—who would prefer that people with inconvenient pasts remain silent.
Regardless of whether we write nonfiction, poetry, or fiction, I think Publishers Weekly’s neglect should serve to encourage women to write and write and write…to write more, not less.
So maybe, after all, it might even be an honor to be ignored by PW. Doesn’t it mean our books are telling important truths too scary for PW to hear?
Grace Paley famously said, “Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.” And, I might add, both change and reflect the world as well: one feminist book at a time.
~~Sue William Silverman
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