One of my pet peeves is literary snobbery. I hear it far too often, in cries of ‘hack’ and ‘appealing to the unwashed masses’ from people who are so entrenched in their rigidly defined enclaves they can’t see past their own shit.
Sure, literary work has merit. But that doesn’t mean that genre work does not. And it also doesn’t mean that only a carefully defined part of genre writing that might be literary if you squint at it is the only genre work that is valid.
Pulp is seen as second class by far too many people. People hear ‘pulp’ and think ‘shoddy’, whereas I hear ‘pulp’ and think ‘adventure.’ and ‘fun’– and for that, I get castigated.
Well, screw ’em all.
Storytelling for the sake of storytelling is often lightly dismissed as ‘just entertainment’ — but not everything has to have deep psychological insight. Sometimes all you need to be satisfied is people in peril, and a bad guy to beat up. And there’s nothing wrong with that in my opinion.
My most successful and probably most commercial work is The Invasion. It reached #3 in Kindle SF and #4 in Kindle horror, so covers both genres, and is the tale of a strange green snow that starts to fall during a winter storm—snow that quickly starts to spread—and multiply—and mutate. It’s a B-movie on paper, and a homage to many of the things I love—alien invasion, slimy horror, apocalyptic disasters, and normal working folks in peril. It’s pulp, through and through, and over 20,000 people have bought it. That tells me there’s more people like me out there.
They’re the ones I’m writing this stuff for, not for the sneering sycophants looking for their place in the ivory towers. I’m down here with the unwashed masses. And I like it.
Onward and upward.