Let Women Speak for Women: How John Scalzi Pissed Me Off

About a month ago, Seanan McGuire (of October Daye fame) wrote a kickass blog post about things she will never, ever do to her characters. She wrote about why she will never write a sexual assault in her novels and how disappointing it is that certain subsets of her readership might expect that to happen. It made the internet rounds, it circulated over Twitter, and it probably even percolated into the Reddit circle of hell.

But, to my knowledge, it didn’t reach the upper stratosphere of male SFF novelist bloggers.

On Friday, Patrick Rothuss shared on Facebook a blog post by John Scalzi called “A Fan Letter to Certain Conservative Politicians.” The essay is a sort of Swiftian satire written from the perspective of a rapist writing to the politicians:

Every time you say ‘I oppose a woman’s right to abortion, even in cases of rape,’ what you’re also saying is ‘I believe that a man who rapes a woman has more of a right to control a woman’s body and life than that woman does.’

It really boils down to that: these wealthy white politicians are saying that ANY man, from rapists to men in power have the right to control women’s lives and bodies. And those man get off on that knowledge.

It’s true. It’s totally true. But by writing this post from this perspective, Scalzi takes control of an issue that belongs almost exclusively to women. He is using his louder megaphone, as a internet-powerful guy, to speak on our behalf.

He’s not alone. Joss Whedon is extolled far and wide as a great feminist, but his strong female characters are inevitably subject to rape and abuse. (*coughBuffyandSpikecough*). And I love Rothfuss for writing strong female characters, but I didn’t see him sharing—or even noticing—Seanan McGuire’s post on a similar topic.

Don’t get me wrong. If I ever meet Scalzi, I’ll give him a high five and buy him a beer. If I meet Rothfuss, I’ll squee and give him hugs. If I meet Whedon, I’ll faint dead away.

But here’s what rubs me the wrong way: in spite of their best intentions, they’re perpetuating the problem.

Scalzi, Rothfuss, and Whedon are—right now—wealthy(ish) white men writing about problems only women face. They are exhibiting the male control they castigate by fighting our fight. I’m not ungrateful, but I’m frustrated that the strongest plays in the feminist fight are coming from men… and even these men don’t seem interested in what women have to say.

They’re taking away our right to fight the good fight.

When women write these posts, they’re quietly applauded, loudly criticized, or just ignored as regurgitating feminist vitriol. So when men like Scalzi step up to the plate, we praise them high and low, and the merits of their argument ring across the internet.

All because they have the lucky position of being a privileged white man writing on behalf of women.

“That’s awesome,” we say, “that they’re using their power to defend women’s rights.”

And it IS. IT IS.

But shouldn’t we women be fighting our own corner? Shouldn’t we be writing the satire? Shouldn’t posts like Seanan McGuire’s be shared all across Facebook and Tweeted with the vengeance of a hundred thousand little blue birds? Shouldn’t one powerful woman be sharing the post of another powerful woman and starting the discussion that way? Instead, I, a woman, found wrote through the internet-fu of one man a post written by another man.

Lots of women write about this issue. I’ve written about feminist woes in fantasy, my friend Emmie Mears has written about women in fantasy and rape issues; but of course, we’re not famous (yet). Yet Seanan McGuire’s series is highly successful, and the male writers talking about feminism and women’s rights don’t even seem to pick up on what she has to say. They’d rather listen to themselves rant and then congratulate each other on their own feminist virtues.

It’s maddening.

Let’s change this. Let’s share the posts that women write. Let Scalzi host a woman on his popular blog. Let Whedon write a female character who never falls prey to violence from a man. Let’s hear from Jane Espenson on the topic. Let’s take back our own goddamned fight and make our own arguments. We don’t need rich white men taking away our rights or trying to give them back to us.

What do you think, readers? Do you think these men should stop trying to ‘save’ women, or do you like having a champion?

Image via HuffingtonPost.com

edit: 8 p.m. EDT
Well, the name calling and threats have started in the moderation queue. We’ve all had our fun, but I think it’s time we take a breather. I’m turning the comments off for the evening.

My Gift to You

Well, it’s a little late, but who’s looking at blogs on Christmas Day, anyway?

This Sunday’s Top Ten list (which seems to be a new weekly thing around here) is: The Top Ten Fantasy Books YOU Should Read.

Now, I’m not including no-brainer things like The Lord of the Rings or the Harry Potter series. Come on, people. You know you should read those. Instead I’m giving you a list of wonderful, absorbing fantasy books you may or may not have heard of. Some of them are bestsellers, some are more obscure, all are worth reading.

1. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay
Kay is, in my learned opinion, the best writer working in the fantasy genre today. His books are like poems. Each one stands alone, completely self-contained, completely beautiful. Tigana takes place in a medieval pseudo-Italy, a country whose name was stolen by a sorcerer. The main characters are trying to win back Tigana’s name and freedom. Read it. You’ll love it.


2. Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke
Two magicians learn from each other, battle each other, and must reconcile for the sake of English magic. That’s a pretty ho-hum way of describing it, though. This book is full of magic. I love Jane Austen, as well, and Clarke’s Austen-inspired Regency England is charming and engaging. This book is hugely long, too, so it’ll keep you busy for awhile.

3. Kushiel’s Dart, Jacqueline Carey
This book isn’t just naughty. It’s NC-17 erotic fantasy. However, it has a captivating main character, a lush prose style, and a sweepingly epic tale that makes the entire book feel decadent, like eating drinking eggnog and eating an Entemann’s chocolate donut in the same sitting, but, you know, sexier. Don’t let the S&M put you off: the fantasy tale is amazing.


4. The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
Rothfuss wrote such an incredibly good first book that we should all hate him. Instead, he’s funny and talented and runs an awesome charity this time of year called Worldbuilders, so you have to love him. The Name of the Wind is the first of Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Trilogy, which looks at the creation of a hero-myth from the perspective of the hero. It kept me up till about 3 a.m. the first time I read it. I dare you to put it down.

5. Mistborn, Brandon Sanderson
C’mon, you knew this one would be on here. I have an unholy love of Brandon Sanderson. The other night, I dreamed I met him and he ate my phone, and I was totally okay with it: that’s how much I love him. Anywho, Mistborn is combination heist-epic fantasy, with some jaw-dropping twists and a sweet romance. This is the first book I recommend to young fantasy-lovers, and it’s high on my list for grown-ups, too.

6. Magic Bites, Ilona Andrews
I poked some fun at this book back when I first read it, but the truth is, I really enjoyed it, and each book in the series has been better than the last. I’m really impressed with Andrews because her magic system is so unique: magic hits in waves, giving way to technology periodically, but also destroying the modern world. Plus, vampires are disgusting, twisted corpses piloted by necromancers, and there are plenty of monsters from Russian mythology. How cool is that? Read Magic Bites, read the next four, then join me in waiting for more installments.

7. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
Um, if you haven’t read this one, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore. Okay, that’s not entirely true because I have lots of friends I love who haven’t read it… yet. Still, the book is about American Gods–literally, the Norse, Celtic, Russian, Native American, and every other pantheon come to life in America. It has a tale-within-a-tale, an epic battle, a road trip, some humor–everything you could possibly want. Read it before HBO makes it into a television series, which they are doing in the very near future.

8. The Dark Tower series, Stephen King
Full disclosure: I haven’t read these books. However, I was reaching the end of my list of books I’m willing to tell you are unconditionally fantastic, so my fiance said I should direct you to these. Obliging woman that I am, here they are. Whatever you want to say about him, King is a seminal influence on the fantasy genre, and his On Writing is my favorite writing book. Plus, he has monsters in The Dark Tower called lobstrosities. You just can’t beat that. Though I suppose I should give them a try at some point if I’m recommending them to you.

9. A Game of Thrones, George R. R. Martin
I’m going to assume, since these books are now an HBO series, that you’ve read these books. If you haven’t, DO IT. You’ve heard Martin called the American Tolkien, blah blah blah, but these books are as good as the hype. They’re gritty, dark, brutal, realistic fantasy that are not remotely influenced by D&D. These are what fantasy could and should be: no pretty elves, no sexy vampires, no sound of dice rolling in the background, just a real world where magic and dragons happen to exist.

10. The Fionavar Tapestry, Guy Gavriel Kay
Yup, double Kay action on this list, because he’s just that good. He’s my favorite fantasy author, despite my constant references to “Sanderson says” and “The Gospel of Jim.” The Fionavar Tapestry trilogy are Kay’s first books, and they’re not actually my favorite of his work. I should recommend to you A Song for Arbonne or Ysabel, but because we have many aspiring writers visiting us here, I give you the trilogy. These books are good, but they’re not great: it’s like Kay took all of his favorite ideas and wrote them into one single trilogy, and the books are just all over the place. King Arthur? Check. Norse mythology? Check. Sorcery? Barbarians? You got it. There’s a valuable lesson to be learned here. The next time you find yourself feeling too in love with your first work and pet ideas, read this trilogy and see why you shouldn’t condense all of your ideas down into one series.

There you have it, folks. Happy holidays. Go out and buy yourself a book on me.