They Walk Away From Me, So To Hell With ’Em
Today I stopped in at Barnes & Noble at The Grove (adjacent to the original L.A. Farmers Market at 3rd and Fairfax). I never cease to be amazed at the lack of variety in the cover designs of paperbacks meant for the women’s market. Here are the basic elements:
- Women walking away with their faces infrequently shown
- Extra points for wearing fashions of bygone days
- Or: Back mostly bare
The above photograph shows a montage of women’s titles circa 2013. Now, seven years later, it’s still the same.
This monotony does perform a useful function for me: With rare exceptions, I wouldn’t select one of those “women walking away” books. I would expect to find that their contents are mostly what I call excessively “relationshippy,” and mostly from a parochial feminine perspective.
No offense meant, but most fiction targeted primarily at female readers is not my cup of tea.
Omigosh! Four Women Walking Away—and One Guy!
Elena Ferranate’s My Brilliant Friend was an excellent novel about a girlhood in Naples, Italy. Eventually, I’ll tackle the sequels in the trilogy.
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