It's a troubling fact that less men are reading fiction than ever. Could it be there aren't enough male authors who excite men? What of Chuck Palahniuk, Elmore Leonard, Donald Ray Pollock, Cormac McCarthy, et al? Are they not being pushed to the front enough, or do they tend to make their names mostly through film adaptations? We rarely see these guys representing modern literature, and Nathan's post about being Mr. and Mrs. Nice Author got me thinking: do they not have the temperament for the marketing game? I've seen a few interviews with the aforementioned, but for the most part they either remain brooding in secret or tucked away on Angry Author's Island for all I know. Charles Bukowski would have probably shot up a post office by now in today's literary climate.
So what say you all? Is it all in my head, or is Clive Cussler, John Grisham, Ken Follett and Dan Simmons all we've got out front these days? Steven King can't do it on his own, anymore, and it's showing. Not that there's anything wrong with what we've got, but male voices seem to be shrinking and I've got enough twee fiction to choose from to last me an eternity.
