Monday, January 06, 2014

'The New Yorker' Does Chick LIt

This is a piece I never thought I would see in The New Yorker: a seven-page profile about Jennifer Weiner, an unapologetic writer of [very good] chick lit.

Chick lit gets a bad rep, even if you try to class it up and call it "women's fiction." It's read by millions, has afforded Weiner two homes, yet the literary establishment, as it were, likes to ignore it, like an embarrassing relative at Thanksgiving dinner. I've gotten academic about chick lit before. Good for Weiner for talking about the way the genre is treated. (Hint: not every book written by a woman is about shopping and shoes.)

Jennifer Weiner