Thursday, January 16, 2014
Don't Try to Fool Me
Then I go to Amazon and read the sample. When Amazon doesn't have a sample, I go to the publisher's website and hope to find a sample of the book there. Finally, if all else fails, I search for the author's website online and see if there's a sample there.
Armed with the book description and sample, I'm usually fairly certain that the book is something I want to read. Of course since I haven't read the entirety, I'm only intrigued, not completely sold on the book. But I'll read it for review.
But sometimes the book turns out to be something quite a bit different than what I expected. A case in point is Jack Greene's Whiplash, the review of which is up on The Romance Reviews site. And this kind of bait-and-switch makes me really, really cranky--cranky enough to tell the world just how disappointed I am.
But wait! Even though it was entered into the GLBT review queue, shouldn't I review it as erotica which is where it should have been entered? No, I don't think so. If you show me a Granny Smith apple and ask me to judge it as an orange, I'm going to give it a bad review. It's NOT an orange. The same goes for erotica parading as a gay romance.
It's a new era. There's more to gay romance than sex. Erotica should be judged as erotica, and gay romance should be reviewed as romance.