When I was a kid, I read a lot of science-fiction and fantasy, because that’s what my stepfather had on his bookshelves, and rather than incuring library late fees because I perpetually didn’t turn books back in on time, I perused his shelves for new reading material. Looking back, I realize that this was such a good thing, because I found the adult science-fiction/fantasy genre challenging to my 13-year-old mind. Those books demanded I think about more than the trivial and often minute happenings of a child’s book like Sweet Valley High. (And by no means am I claiming that YA is a trivial genre; it isn’t, which is proven with wonderful literature enjoyed by many adults. But when I was 13, the messages and deeper meanings of those YA stories were lost on me.) SFF required I pay attention and give it my all, and I did. The first science-fiction/fantasy book I ever read was Being A Green Mother by Piers Anthony. It was the fifth book in the Incarnations of Immortality series and I was hooked by the beautiful woman on the cover who portrayed an air of mystery and sexiness. I went on to devour that entire series, so many times over that my stepdad’s copies began to get curling pages and broken spines (ahhhh, the life of a mass-market paperback…). He eventually bought me my own set, brand-spanking-new, for Christmas. Because I loved that series so much, I also read The Blue Adept series by the same author. In some respects, I loved that series even more, because it was so fantastical that I just got lost in the worlds (yep, worlds as in plural!). So imagine my excitement when I received an email with a list of audios I could review and the Blue Adept series was on it! I asked for all three books, and was happily obliged. After receiving them, I immediately began listening. And not enjoying it. 🙁 Traber Burns is an excellent narrator with a wonderfully deep and rich voice, so he wasn’t at fault for my lack of enthusiasm. But what was? I struggled for weeks trying to figure out why I wasn’t liking one of my favorite series as a kid. As I listened to it further, it occurred to me: Piers Anthony wrote incredibly sexist novels. In the 90s, I wasn’t very aware of sexism. I came from a moderately traditional home, where, for the most part, my mom stayed home and ran her own home business and my stepdad worked. Back then, sexism to me was some a thing people may have talked about (and not really, because I grew up in a Southern community where many moms stayed home to maintain their households), but it wasn’t something that I thought about all that much, because I didn’t need to. As such, my enjoyment of all kinds of books was prety vast and there wasn’t anything that actually made me take pause of its material. Listening to the obvious gender stereotyping Anthony used in his story, right down to the description of naked women of such fine features that they are obviously the only kind of women that men like to look that or are attracted to, I became…well, kind of sad, actually. I didn’t want to keep listening to it, because while I wasn’t offended, it kind of miffed me to think that he put all women in that box. So I DNF’d a book I enjoyed so much in my youth. A book I was really looking forward to reliving once again. So one of my favorite titles disappointed me more than I can even articulate. There is a kind of sadness in that. Like the magic is gone from it. I don’t really blame Anthony. He wrote for his demographic in a time when readers were much more tolerant to such obvious tropes as his. He is a product of his generation, but his books – or at the very least, this particular series – is no longer relevant to me. Have any of you ever experienced this? If so, let me know in the comments, because I’d like to hear your thoughts.
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