taken from Marie Calloway's "Criticism"
Take Marie Calloway, who, mostly through her controversial piece Adrien Brody has been criticised as "a lazy boring writer who i know through a friend to be histrionic, predictably 'unpredictable' and most likely autistic".
again, from "Criticism"
Some of the debate that has arisen around writers such as Calloway has gotten me thinking about the expectations and, thus, the limitations of young writers, particularly of the female persuasion. More or less a direct result from brilliant minds and strong voices, such as Zadie Smith, Miranda July, etc., there is a preconception that any twenty-something female who decides to penn articles or stories will be inconceivably witty, well-read, insightful and idealist (that or ironically materialistic). (Thankfully, novelists in the YA genre seem to more or less give this a wide berth.)
As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in touch with their feelings; we say that it’s an innately feminine trait. We say it, that is, until they have feelings that make us uncomfortable, at which point we recast them as melodramatic harpies, shrieking banshees, and basket cases. (credit)Likewise, however, to Calloway, is our very own Kody Keplinger, who came under fire for The Duff: Designated Ugly Fat Friend. At times it wasn't the nature of the sex scenes themselves, but the subtext that readers felt undermined female empowerment and was teaching poor values to its younger audience. This whole scenario where our heroine sleeps with someone who she despises, and felts dirty afterwards, all to escape her problems. I can see where both sides of the DUFF spectrum are coming from, those who adore the wry tone and those who abhor the beliefs within it.
And, of course, along with this whole "thing" with female writers and writing about sex and etcetera, there's Fifty Shades of Grey. Given the sparse nature of my time as a whole, I haven't gotten around to perusing this, despite the fact that in one afternoon at the mall, I came across at least thirteen women strolling around with the book in their arms or peeking out of their handbags. "Mummy porn", Twilight fan-fiction (as evidenced here and here) - are some of the "names" I've heard this book called.
There have always been imitators whenever something explodes on the bestseller lists, which can even sell well despite its intention to ride a trend/emulate the originator - the kid immersed in a fantasy world as a result of Harry Potter, the fabulous supernatural boyfriend from Twilight, the big, dark government from The Hunger Games...Now, Fifty Shades of Grey isn't of the YA genre, but its comparisons to the Big Two do make you wonder about what may be expected of our writers, particularly when the notorious youths of now are gaining their notoriety through self-exposure and revealing pieces on their personal lives and bodies.
If you're intrigued by Calloway, here's some of her work.
(Beware, I'd steer clear if you're under 18 - very mature themes)
(Also, probably not safe for work. There is a strong image component to her work - it's kind of like blog posts, words and images)
on thought catalog
on muumuu house
on the rumpus
I'd also just like to make clear that I don't entirely support Marie Calloway. I thought that Adrien Brody had some merit to it, but overall, I do find her work quite uncomfortable to read, and at times, rather pointless and desensitised to the themes/context she's referring to. But, if you want to verse yourself in this type of writing, which is, disturbingly, gathering popularity in unpublishing, aspiring writers, I'd start with her and go from there.