I hear a lot of complaints from people I know who want to read fantasy, but either don’t dig the migration of the genre onto the mean streets of the big city or are just repeatedly disappointed by urban fantasy novels they pick up. If they’re people who actually read urban fantasy, their complaints are often about formulaic covers featuring a malnourished bustier-clad cerulean-eyed brunette with a samurai sword looking over her shoulder, Celtic knot/Katakana characters tattooed on the small of her back. They reflect a paint-by-numbers approach to the genre.
Since I consider urban fantasy, in a broad sense, to be (God help me!) my very favorite genre, I figure I should pick on it. You only hurt the ones you love…right?
I find that since the genre started to rise in popularity in the ’90s, it’s succumbed to a very strange series of impulses. As the genre has seemed to replace romance per se as the genre most explicitly marketed to women, the urban fantasy genre has migrated into a place of formula blandness that, frankly, I find more bland than the 180-page Silhouette Va-Va-Va-Vooms, the Death Takes a Bus Transfer Ba-da-Bings, the Murder in a Country Cottage Cream-and-Sugars, and the zillion-page Earth-rumbling tomes of Tolkien-For-Dinner-Again?
Urban fantasy too often succumbs to the worst aspects of the romance genre (a genre I respect but don’t write), the worst aspects of the detective genre (a genre I like, grudgingly), and the worst aspects of the fantasy genre (which I like, sort of). There are a hell of a lot of damn good female detective writers out there, and a hell of a lot of damn good female fantasy writers out there, so why are there so many paint-by-numbers books in urban fantasy, when I know lots of quality female writers who are going hungry?
Here’s what I find frustrating about too much of the urban fantasy genre (no names…srsly, I’m talking about no one I know, or at least no one who likes me very much): (more…)
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My biggest pet peeve? That I’ve lost that sense of adventure that I got while reading as a teen. I can hardly read a story now where I don’t see the author typing on the other side of the page. I know, I know, that’s not really what the topic is about, but it’s still rather annoying. It’s also a common refrain among authors. As we learn more how stories work, we’re more apt to notice things that can knock us right out of a story.
I’m late posting. Sorry. I’ve been writing — which is a good thing — and I’m on a tight deadline — which isn’t fun but it’s still a good thing. Anyway, I don’t much like complaining about bad writing in public. It comes off as if the person complaining is somehow perfect or superior. No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes — it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been at it. Also, every genre has its tropes. What would never be considered good writing in one genre can (and is) considered the standard in another. To each their own, you know? Anyway, here are my three.
My biggest pet peeve in writing? Right now it’s this one chapter of The Tainted City (sequel to The Whitefire Crossing) that I’ve written about five different ways and I’m still not happy with it. But! That’s not the point of this topic, so I shall move on – much as I am with The Tainted City. (Always better to come back later to the offending chapter with fresh eyes, rather than get sucked into a morass of perfectionism and stall out.)
