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[rant]
Whilst speaking with one of my agents a few days ago, they mentioned various points of my current book which perhaps needed editing or redrafting before they would consider taking things further. Pretty much standard stuff. What surprised me was that during their reciting of the usual agent rhetoric ("it’s very good but…" "could you make it more like…" "blah, blah, we don’t read much but we do like books, really we do. blah, blah…") they suddenly threw in the comment that ‘It could be worse. You could be a woman’.
To his credit, as the discussion went on, said agent elaborated on this comment, and, by the end of the conversation, I could see what he’d meant to say, even if he hadn’t done it particularly tactfully. What it did do though, was get me thinking about the general attitude/prejudices of the publishing middlemen (viz. agents) towards authors based on something as irrelevant as gender. Even more horrifyingly, it made me realise not only how few books I own by women, but also how few I could actually bring to mind with little effort.
I’d like to think that my efforts in getting to the point where agents are interested in my work have been as difficult for me as for the next struggling author, since a level playing field makes any achievement seem all the more special, but, over the last few days I’ve found myself seriously reviewing the situation. Whilst I wouldn’t necessarily say it was easy to get as far as I have – largely as my basis for comparison is very limited – I have consistently found myself being treated both seriously and with respect by every agent and publisher I’ve spoken with (with the exception of one, who was unnecessarily nasty and whose pretty children I am having for dinner). In conversation with my partner, who consumes fiction at a terrifying rate of knots, her response was a frighteningly offhanded “of course women aren’t taken seriously in literature”. Of course. Silly me for thinking agents might actually judge work on the merits of style and content, rather than adhering to the formula of ‘woman + word processor = unmarketable tripe’.
I appreciate this doesn’t apply to all agents, of course, but what does annoy me is that this not only seems to be pretty much an attitude standard amongst agents, but that most of my friends – some of them female writers – are so goddamn blasé about it.
I’m also willing to assume that part of my irritation is purely selfish, inasmuch as considering that if women are sometimes rejected on the grounds of gender, perhaps my success in finding agents is only because I’m filling the vacuum that belongs to a more talented – female - writer.
But then what does my opinion matter? I’m just one man with multiple agents…
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