A number of book bloggers are not reviewing for the next week, until October 27, choosing instead to focus on why they got into reviewing in the first place: their love of books. Dear Author's Open Thread for Readers is a nice place to start. This is in response to the essay by Kathleen Hale in the Guardian about how she stalked a book reviewer.Â
There's a lot going on with the Kathleen Hale disaster, but I think a facet of it is the undeclared war between the literary establishment and book bloggers. Kathleen Hale is incredibly well connected in the establishment scene: her fiance is Simon Rich, who is a writer, and whose parents are Frank Rich and Gail Winston. Frank Rich is regular op-ed columnist for the New York Times, and Gail Winston is an executive editor at Harper Collins, which (maybe not so coincidentally) is also publishing Hale's book. She's got the bluest of blood running through her veins, the privilege to write a completely uncorroborated personal narrative in the Guardian, and the audacity to call it "investigative journalism". Â
Hale's narrative might have been fine had she obscured the identity of the target of her stalking -- the essay is well-written, and gripping in the way that dramatic monologues by damaged narrators are gripping -- but that is not what she did. She went on a personal vendetta against a book blogger. In addition to misusing the term catfish -- which refers to someone pointedly and personally obscuring his or her identity in a romantic relationship, not a writer using a pseudonym for fear of the scads of rape and death threads literally any woman on the internet will receive -- Kathleen Hale obscured the timeline of events, pulled some really spectacular rhetorical flourishes -- my favorite is the time she segues from a gchat discussion with an StGRB member about how reviewers are evil to a discussion about what heckling is -- and as far as I can tell, just made shit up. Investigative journalism is based on facts that can be corroborated by sources other than the writer; that is demonstrably not the case here.Â
So what is going on? It doesn't take someone particularly insightful or bright to note that publishing has become, and this is a technical term, a complete and total clustercuss: reviewers against writers, critics against bloggers, everyone against Amazon except when they're on that gravy train, collusion, circle jerking, the usual. Much of this flash and bang isn't new, but more precisely adding more gasoline in a quickly flaming Twitter world of 140 characters summarizing a novel's worth of words.
Heretofore, there have been a lot of spurious and bullshit think pieces about how blogging has or will ruin criticism, but this is not the problem. The genres most affected by book blogging -- young adult, romance, various genre fictions too filled with either girl or nerd cooties -- never were considered seriously by establishment reviewing in the first place. It's somewhere between ironic an infuriating that Hale, a young adult writer, stands atop a heap of privilege when the rest of the blogosphere is writing things like Against YA. In another context, one where Hale's professional and personal connections didn't insulate her from the consequences, Hale would be laughed out of the tower for writing books for children. Who even gives a shit some adult didn't like your teeny book?Â
Which, of course that's terrible, but that's the landscape we inhabit, apparently. Publishers have been relying heavily on book bloggers in the "damaged" genres -- those writings not fit for the academy or "real criticism" -- which is fine when they butt the hell out. The Guardian basically fired a warning shot into the chest of book blogging, their pretty, white, Ivy League educated writer of books for the youth of America a stand-in for all of those ivory towers. The layers of identity politics here give me a headache.
Kathleen Hale could stalk and cause Blythe Harris to be hounded off the Internet because Blythe Harris doesn't count. She's not a person, because a person, in this paradigm, can't be afraid lunatics might come to her house, leave serial-killer like presents, and then doxx her on an International platform. No one who is a person who counts is afraid, because all of the people who count have the power. If you've got nothing to hide -- like children, or a job, or judgmental in-laws, or a harsh, bible-belt location, or a non-binary sexual orientation, or political views out of step with your community, the kind that will get you jailed or killed in many countries -- then you're catfishing some lady whose book you read once. It's all about the woman with the power.Â
No blogger would get away with kind of selfish, privileged bullshit for long. People would just ignore it for the egregious click-bait it is. Let's see what the establishment, other than the people Hale is directly related to (who are, admittedly, a lot of people) think about this in the long run. My cynical sense is that Hale will feel no real consequences, and this monstrous and unfeeling cruelty will continue.
The worst thing about it is that book bloggers do it because they love it, and while they might pause and go back to basics, in the end, they're going to go back to blogging. They're going to go back to the machine of ARCs and cover reveals and book tours, because it's too good to pass up as someone who legitimately loves books. Maybe we'll tighten up our defenses and get that PO Box we've always considered, but we'll go back to it. And cynically, which I don't always necessarily want to be, we'll do it despite the fact that they think we're shit, that we're not worthy, that we don't count. That we deserve what's coming when we get doxxed and threatened and stalked. I'm not advocating silence -- nolite te bastades carborundorum -- I'm just noting that speaking is a dangerous thing when so many forces are stacked against you.Â
Be safe, in all the ways you can.Â