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Seeing their reactions, she cried, too. Marketing black love stories to black women was one thing, but publishers remained sceptical about the idea that white readers would read those same stories. In the late s, Suzanne Brockmann, a white author writing a sequence of Harlequin romances about sexy Navy Seals, decided that she wanted to make a black character the hero of her next book. We cannot send it to our subscription list. She said she was also told they would not publish a novel with an Asian American as the central character.
Brockmann later moved on to another publisher.
Romance in the Information Age
The experience of authors who wrote early Harlequin novels with black characters suggests that white readers might be more willing to embrace black stories than white publishers and editors have traditionally assumed. Several black authors described meeting white women at book signings who would ask to get a book signed, but emphasise that they were buying the books for a black friend, or a black colleague, certainly not for themselves. Others had seen or heard comments from white readers that they found happy stories about black women unrealistic. A particularly infuriating comment, some black authors said, is when white women describe taking a chance on a romance with a black heroine, and then express surprise at how easily they were able to identify with the story.
Shirley Hailstock, a black novelist and past president of RWA, told me about a fan letter she once received from a white romance author. She sent me a photograph of the letter, with the signature concealed. I guess I might sound bigoted, but I never knew that black folks fall in love like white folks. Silly of me. Love is love no matter what colour or religion or nationality, as sex is sex. I guess the media has a lot to do with it.
I n , the year Donald Trump launched his campaign for the White House, the RWA began a serious effort to address racism and diversity within its membership. Now the RWA, spurred on by board member Courtney Milan — a former law professor, bestselling author and prominent advocate of diversity within romance — began to take a more proactive approach, from ensuring more authors of colour joined the board, to publicly calling out a publisher for excluding black authors.
Who do I blame for losing 10? Howard, who left RWA over the furious response to her comments, told me that she was not eager to rehash the incident. I asked her what had stuck with her, more than a year later, out of the many angry responses that she received. While Howard felt that if people had been speaking face-to-face, the conversation would have been more constructive, others disagree. Many activists argue that Twitter has been a powerful tool for amplifying conversations — and demands for accountability — that might otherwise have been stifled or ignored.
But in response to this new dynamic, a counter-narrative has emerged where people calling for change are criticised for being uncivil or even dangerous. It has become commonplace for pundits to lament that social media has undermined civilised debate and to suggest that angry Twitter mobs may be harmful to democracy.
But when I spoke to Dee Davis, who ended her term as RWA president last year, she saw a utility in the kind of combative approach some romance authors of colour had taken on Twitter. You need the gladiators. If you were on Twitter, you should know what you had signed up for, she told me. The root of the conflict in RWA, as in the Democratic party, Davis believed, was that her own generation, the baby boomers, were hanging on to power too long.
They were used to get their own way, used to being influential, and it was time for them to let go and they would not. T he annual awards gala of the Romance Writers of America is a very pleasant event. There is no dinner, only dessert and wine, and there are virtually no men present. The ceremony is the culmination of a frenetic five-day industry networking conference, which has a strikingly different atmosphere from most publishing industry events. Instead of the usual tote bag or briefcase, the savviest attendees carry a foldable rolling plastic crate from Walmart, which they fill with dozens of free novels.
Some authors get their hair done and wear floor-length sequinned dresses, chandelier earrings, corsages. Others choose loose pants and tunic tops and sensible shoes. At the ceremony, an award-winning author paired a red satin dress with sequinned Converse sneakers, and another wore a high-low ballgown with hiking sandals, proving that it is possible, now and then, to have it all. The golden Rita statuette is awarded in 13 categories, from best erotic romance to best paranormal romance.
On the night, as the winners, often choking up, read their acceptance speeches off their phones, they talked about the women who had helped them get here. They talked about the constant likelihood of failure, about writing love stories as a second or third job, about learning how to close the door to their children and partners in order to write. Kianna Alexander, the young black author from North Carolina, was seated in the center of the ballroom, at the same table as Hannah Meredith, the year-old Rita finalist from the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, the local chapter Alexander had left after The conference, like the local chapter, was overwhelmingly white, but there were a scattering of authors of colour in the room for the award ceremony.
Alexander clapped politely, her face very still, as one white woman after another stood up, cried, and accepted her award.
The culmination of the ceremony was the lifetime achievement award, which was being presented to Suzanne Brockmann, the white author who had written a black Harlequin romance in the late 90s. As she took to the stage to give her keynote speech, the mood shifted. Instead, I was nice. Instead I went along. This was just the warmup.
Now, she turned to her main point.