The Vida count: Gender bias in book reviewing - New York NY | Examiner.com

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The Vida count: Gender bias in book reviewing - New York NY | Examiner.com

For the past three years, VIDA: Women in Literary Arts has been conducting a count of how many of the books reviewed by prominent publications were written by women and by men, and how many of the book reviews were assigned to female and male reviewers. The lopsided results have helped begin a conversation about gender bias in the literary world.

This past Wednesday, May 29, 2013, that conversation took the form of a panel discussion at the Center for Fiction in midtown Manhattan hosted by the National Book Critics Circlewhose annual meeting was held in the same building earlier that afternoon (and of which this examiner is a voting member). The panelists provided anecdotal accounts that support the findings of the Vida count: women authors are under-reviewed at major publications where women book critics are still a minority of book reviewers.

One of the panelists, New York Magazine's recently hired book critic Kathryn Schulz, did a count of her male predecessor Sam Anderson's book reviews and found that his reviews of books by male authors outnumbered his reviews by female authors 8 to 1. She then did a count of her own reviews and found that her ratio was 4 to 3, still favoring authors who are men.

Of the fifty or so book reviews this examiner has published (mainly on New York Journal of Books) books by men outnumber those by women 3 to 2. In my own defense I will point out that the few books I have panned and criticized most harshly have all been by men. Going forward I will make more of an effort to find women authors whose work I enjoy.

Overall there are a roughly equal number of books published by men and women authors, but the numbers vary by genre: male authors predominate in non-fiction, women authors predominate in children's literature and are also a majority of authors of poetry books, and the genders are about equal in adult fiction.

Another panelist, New York Times Book Review editor Pamela Paul, pointed out that when that publication wants to draw attention to a particular book and indicate its significance the review is always assigned to a reviewer whose gender is the opposite of the author.

The sole male panelist, Tin House editor and co-founder Rob Spillman, quoted statistics that show he takes the Vida count seriously and in the past three years has achieved gender parity among the authors reviewed by his magazine as well as among its reviewers. Unfortunately Tin House appears to be in the minority among periodicals that review books.

Mr. Spillman also noted that male writers handle rejection better than female writers. He said that even if encouraging words requesting a writer's next piece of writing are added to a rejection letter women writers will not submit to that publication again, whereas men will send in more work no matter how emphatic and negative the tone of the rejection letter.

Women authors and reviewers continue to face gender bias.

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[pandemo.livejournal.com]

Back when I was young enough to write less then, I DID NOT. It never occurred to me that I should be LESS PROLIFIC at any time.

But, my sister had a much harder time of it, and had she been inclined to write, maybe she'd have been less industrious then. She chose to knit, and did not knit any less then, so I'm thinking that's a real stretch, guys.

Maybe there just IS still prejudice out there. I seem to hit it more now than I did when I was younger.

I remember one time a friend and I wanted to spend the night in a camper with our four horse on top of Bald Mountain. It was rainy when we arrived, and the male park ranger was reluctant to allow two females to camp up there alone.

Irritated, my friend reached over and yanked a HANDGUN out of the glove box. I'd traveled with her for years, in groups and alone, and never knew it was there.

She looked him right in the eye and said, "AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT, too."

We drove up, slept fine, far away from the rush of semi's and the idiocies of other campers imbibing too heavily, strains of Modest Mussorgsky's "Night on Bald Mountain" floating through my head, popped out to a freshly washed world at dawn, saddled up and rode until noon. Lovely.

(I'm impressed! Wikipedia has an orchestral segment of the composition available. Beats me trying to hum it to a PE major who was not at all musical.)