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August 31, 2006

By Anonymous, an ex-fiction editor, via Jessa: Chick Lit Hurts America:

The only issue here is the one that the chick literati never address but instead try to obfuscate with the red herrings of feminism and elitism, which is that their writing is hackneyed and boring and bad. Point out to a chick-lit author that her writing is inferior and formulaic, and she will call you a vengeful, misogynistic stone-thrower.

But while the work may not hold up under scrutiny, the sales do. Beyond adding to the cultural cesspool, what’s dangerous about chick lit is that it fills trade slots at publishing companies that used to be given to literary fiction. Unlike romance or sci-fi, chick lit is a genre that is in direct competition with literature because of its price point and packaging. Romance novels look like romance novels. I know not to buy a book with a longhaired, bare-chested hunk monkey on the cover if I don’t want to read one. But chick lit premiered in hardcover and then moved to trade paperback. And though they’re all about boys, there are seldom any boys on the cover. Brilliant! The genre succeeded exactly because it looked more literary than its embarrassing romance counterpart. You could take Bridget Jones’s Diary on the T and not look like a dateless loser. And while this meant huge sales, it also meant that forever after, serious women’s literature was either overlooked for chick lit, or worse, made to look like chick lit.

The truth is that chick lit is bad for America because it’s bad for ambitious, literary writers, male or female. And that means it’s bad for all of us. As America increasingly devalues intellectual rigor, education and compassion, it becomes harder and harder to find a good book. And believe me—the ex-fiction editor—it’s not because they’re not out there. It’s because the market is saturated by bad writers claiming to rep for all women, crowding the bookshelves, making sure their one marginal, vapid story is produced ten million times over, like some pretty pink version of hell.

August 30, 2006

The Columbus Dispatch has picked a favorite story from This Is Not Chick Lit:

Most delightfully surprising is The Seventy-two-Ounce Steak Challenge by Dika Lam, who has published only a few short stories in small magazines. Her touching and hilarious story follows two Chinese-Canadian sisters on a working vacation in Calgary, Alberta, where one of them starts down the path that will take her into becoming "the champion you know and love — winner of the International Matzo-Ball-Eating Contest, title-holder of the Conch Fritter Invitational, the girl who downed nine sticks of butter in five minutes."

August 29, 2006

Jessa is not impressed with Hyperion's attempt to reach out to women readers who are over the whole chick lit thang. I can say that I think it's a great sign that publishers are starting to realize that readers are overwhelmed and it's a matter of marketing to get the substantive books to the people who want them (rather than this weird, all-too-popular assumption that the entire reading public truly wants a novel about a purse and a credit card).

I did a long interview with the Buffalo News. It breaks down a lot of the broader picture of what my best guess is at what's going on with women in the literary realm:

"It's an attempt to convey a sense of our lives that is beyond the women's fashion magazines. This is essential. This is crucial.

"If you try to fit your life into this narrative of "buy some nice clothes, find a good man and everything will be fine', there's pretty much one step after that - the self-help aisle. Or Prozac. It's not going to work. We need those stories that take a broader view."

And "stories" she says "are really what hold people's lives together."

The question of what is going on with women in the literary world is a big one: it's pretty much a semester-long women's studies course to get a real handle on it. I always say, this discussion of chick lit is the tip of just one iceberg. There are other icebergs involved, such as: Big Boy Books; review and byline percentages; what we think of as authoritative; Oprah's Book Club; and the economic transformation of the publishing industry in the past ten years.

The sharp and talented Buffalo News journalist Jeff Simon got me to scale a whole bunch of these icebergs--I think I maybe drank a lot of coffee before this interview so I sound extra-spastic but it covers a lot of ground.

"The author of the Greek epic poems the Iliad and the Odyssey was probably a woman, according to an upcoming book by a British historian and linguist.":

Aside from the poems themselves, no concrete clues exist to identify their author, but Dalby builds a case that the person probably was a woman.

"In many oral traditions, the best and most reliable creators, the ones who are used by folklore collectors, happen to be women," he said.

Dalby explained that women throughout the ancient world were "often the last and most skillful exponents of an oral tradition."

Thanks to dear friend of Grace, Cory G, who sent the link and writes:

"Women can write things other than chick lit! Even ancient women! Yikes!"

August 28, 2006

I am having a Presbyterian-upbringing-panic-attack but I am going to keep posting these reviews through it--I am so proud of the stories in this collection. From the Rocky Mountain News:

One of the things Merrick objects to in "chick lit" is its numbing sameness. For example, she points out the homogeneity of its heroines: white and reasonably affluent. This is clearly not the case in this collection. Some narrators are not white, some aren't Americans. Some are men, others are gay.

All are struggling with larger problems than finding Mr. Right. A majority of the stories address the characters' attempts to shore up lives teetering on the edge of emptiness, lives in which promises have proven hollow and other paths must be found. Even when an apparent Mr. Right does show up, as in Embrace, by Roxana Robinson, it's complicated, messy, and finally placed in a much larger human context.

August 27, 2006

This Is Not Chick Lit reviewed in the Miami Herald:

None of the anthology's 18 stories follows a formula; every one is a surprise. They address women's lives without condescension and with plenty of intelligence, style and wit. This isn't chick lit, but maybe chick lit should aspire to be this good.

The title of the piece is "No Party Girls in This Collection," but I think we've got a few of them lurking. The narrator's sister in Dika Lam's "The Seventy-two-ounce Steak-Eating Challenge" definitely qualifies, in a meat-party kind of way.

August 26, 2006

Kirwin reports that This Is Not Chick Lit can be found in Wal-Mart. Of course you know you can also totally buy it at Powells, you know that, of course you do.

August 22, 2006

Bernadette Murphy reviews This Is Not Chick Lit in the LA Times:

What these stories — indeed, what all great literature has in common — is a refusal to follow a simple formula, chick lit or otherwise. These are stories that make us grapple with the complexities of life and love and the ways we abrade each other, reminding us that the human experience is much bigger and messier than what is typically found in formulaic writing. These tales ask us to take a break from the cream-puff narratives we may have been splurging on and to remember how good it feels to read something nourishing and substantive, to once again engage in stories that feed the soul.

August 21, 2006

This Wednesday! Lunchtime with Jennifer Egan, Lynne Tillman, and Elizabeth Merrick

Wednesday AUGUST 23, 2006, 12:30 pm
Lynne Tillman, Jennifer Egan, and Elizabeth Merrick will read from and discuss THIS IS NOT CHICK LIT At Word for Word In the Bryant Park Reading Room alongside 42nd Street between 5th and 6th Avenues.

(In case of rain, this event will be moved to the Coliseum Books Café.)

August 19, 2006

You've lived a long time. Hopefully, you paid attention. Everything you learned in your twenties and thirties you have the ability, nay, the OBLIGATION to use. So use it. Don't mimic young girls. How will they know how to behave when they're our age, if WE act like THEM? You're amazing. You know a lot. You've been hurt, you've recovered. Embody all that you've learned. Wear a bra. Show some cleavage, get some real jewelry, don't fuss with your hair or talk about your weight. See you in baggage claim.

Who do I love? Roseanne Cash, that's who.

August 18, 2006

I did a really fun interview with the woman who was my gymnastics coach when I was a little girl for my hometown paper (It's the lead story on the front page so I am sort of blushing here.) I guarantee you she liked the book a lot more than anyone ever enjoyed my attempts at the back handspring.

Justin Taylor has something to say about This Is Not Chick Lit over at EconoCulture:

This is a collection which stands on its own considerable merit. In a reasonable world, that might have been enough. Things being as they are, it’s easy enough to forgive Merrick and company for picking a fight that is fundamentally beneath them. And besides, it sure is fun to watch them win.

August 17, 2006

Why Hemingway Is Chick-Lit from In These Times:

“When women stop reading, the novel will be dead,” declared Ian McEwan in the Guardian last year. The British novelist reached this rather dire conclusion after venturing into a nearby park in an attempt to give away free novels. The result?

Only one “sensitive male soul” took up his offer, while every woman he approached was “eager and grateful” to do the same.

Unscientific as McEwan’s experiment may be, its thesis is borne out by a number of surveys conducted in Britain, the United States and Canada, where men account for a paltry 20 percent of the market for fiction. Unlike the gods of the literary establishment who remain predominantly male—both as writers and critics—their humble readers are overwhelmingly female.

August 15, 2006

Rachel Sklar digs in even more to the chick lit/not chick lit debate over at Huff Po and if you ever imagined Ben Kunkel's fine novel Indecision visually represented by stripper heels, or Thomas Friedman as represented in pink, lavender, and some shapely calves, you better hustle over there right now. It is funny funny funny the same way Chippendales are funny--why is it so dependably super silly to layer that groomed version of femininity over the assuredly masculine? (and not vice-versa?) I don't know but I can't stop giggling. Irresistible.

August 11, 2006

I had so much fun doing this interview at AlterNet with Helaine Olen. Here this is a fun part:

OLEN: Why use such a provocative title?

MERRICK: It's funny. When I was recently at a wedding and asked what my own novel, "Girly," was about, I gave the overview -- that it's epic, told in seven voices, about sexuality and spirituality and two intense sisters -- and the woman who asked, smirked, "So it's NOT CHICK LIT." She didn't know about the anthology, and isn't particularly literary, so I think it's just a sense that it's in the ether: What else could we be reading now? The title is a reminder that there is a huge amount of amazing work by women that is not this formulaic stuff that has taken over the front of the bookstore.

Jessa points out that the reaction of certain chick lit writers even to slight criticism is sometimes much stronger than the criticism itself.

August 10, 2006

Today: Shamu, Manor House, and This Is Not Chick Lit up at the Huffington Post.

more pictures!





That's me chatting with the girls from Michigan after everyone left B&N for the bar





L-R: Binnie Kirshenbaum, Lynne Tillman, Dika Lam, Jennifer Egan during panel discussion

August 09, 2006

Pictures from THIS IS NOT CHICK LIT debut last Friday!





Wendy Shanker, Meghan Cleary, and me.





Dika Lam reading from "The Seventy-two-ounce Steak-Eating Challenge."





Curtis Sittenfeld reading from "Volunteers Are Shining Stars."




Lovely signage (but, yes, it should be "Binnie"!)

More pictures coming soon. Thanks Whitney for taking and sending them along!

August 07, 2006

More details on the reading Friday including pictures from Meghan and what we noticed later on in the evening in the West Village. xxooE

The reading on Friday was a huge success--big big thanks to all the audience, to everyone from Random House and Barnes and Noble, and to our amazing readers Jennifer Egan, Carolyn Ferrell, Binnie Kirshenbaum, Dika Lam, Curtis Sittenfeld and Lynne Tillman, and to special surprise guest, contributor Samantha Hunt who popped in for the Q&A. My gratitude is immense, and to my friends as well, one of whom put me in a pair of python Alaias, another who sent a Beastie Boys song as meditative moment, while others passed out clipboards and kept an eye on everything--I am a lucky girl. The women of New York are a planetary force, this is for sure.

Headcounts of the audience ranged between 170 and 200 people! On a Friday night in August! I am so grateful there is such an appetite for substantive literary fiction by women--it's a fabulous thing to behold.

Each reader was wonderful--I had to restrain myself from going on and on about each story but I managed it somehow.

Pictures soon. And details about the best audience question ever at a literary reading to involve Liz Phair.

August 04, 2006

Tonight! 7pm, UWS Barnes & Noble

Join contributing authors to THIS IS NOT CHICK LIT:
Jennifer Egan * Carolyn Ferrell * Binnie Kirshenbaum * Dika Lam * Curtis Sittenfeld * Lynne Tillman and editor Elizabeth Merrick

at Barnes and Noble on the Upper West Side
2289 Broadway @ 82nd St. NY NY 10024

Party to follow at 420 Bar and Lounge!
(420 Amsterdam Avenue @ West 80th NY NY 10024)

August 03, 2006

I kinda vaguely remember telling Anne Ishii to get a bass guitar that sounds like Cher, but it's probable that I did so given the frequency she feeds me ridiculous candy and whiskey late at night in the West Village. I am so lucky to have her and Miss Jessa getting my back--as This Is Not Chick Lit was born over the past year these two have been an inspiration as far as what the future of publishing looks like and how to keep getting the substantive books to the people who want them. There are too many other inspirations to name here too but our own Emberly Nesbitt and my amazing hotshot editor at Random House Julia Cheiffetz and the always innovative Felicia Sullivan and the marketing and shoe and poetry guru Miss Meghan are ones to watch: I can't wait to see what brews up in these imaginations over the next few years.

August 02, 2006

This morning on the Rachel Maddow show on Air America, Sara Nelson, Editor in Chief of Publishers Weekly talked about This Is Not Chick Lit. You can check it out here if you're a member of Air America but maybe I'll have a transcript soon.

August 01, 2006

Today's the big day! This Is Not Chick Lit is now officially out in the world!

Support women writers and get your copy now, my people.

For the full scoop on the book, check out notchicklit.com

Also I would love to see you at the big reading on Friday 8/4, at the Upper West Side Barnes and Noble in New York, with contributing writers Jennifer Egan, Carolyn Ferrell, Binnie Kirshenbaum, Dika Lam, Curtis Sittenfeld and Lynne Tillman (I'll be hosting).

I am so full of gratitude right now to all the women writers who contributed and to everyone who has helped out so much this year.

Stay cool in this August heat--perfect weather for the birthday of one bad ass book, though, I must say.

xxooElizabeth

sweaty happy loud

It was easily above 110 by the stage where I was, it was a giant wet tshirt contest at Sleater-Kinney tonight in Philadelphia and I am blissed out. Those girls will just plug you right into everything righteous. Sad during the first chords, could feel their breakup right then, but after that it wasn't so much. I don't know if literature can do that, in fact I don't think it can just plug you right into the primal thing as fast, that feeling when you tell someone the truth and it is terrifying and harsh and amazing and you just ride it for two hours straight plus the drive home. (At least: such a feeling is a rare thing for me with a book these days.)

Can I just say that Philadelphia is still so punk rock--the girls dancing around were so adorable. I feel like I keep getting flashes of the nineties whenever I see a big crew not all groomed and shiny like New York tends to do to you. And the men of Philadelphia were rocking out so hard--some subversive faction should find a way to play clips of that shit during the OC or the Ashlee Simpson show because the response of a room of hot young dudes to three women not holding a fucking thing back is so beautiful I am at a loss for words.

Anyway, tomorrow is a big day. It is Chuck D's birthday. Did you know that? Also I think something else is happening but I'll let you know when I wake up.