Humbled by Smut


Last month I wrote a blog about certain types of books, ones that I tend to call Kindle Porn, and how I felt they were a bit of an easy sell out writing essentially dirty books for a quick buck.  I mean, what was the appeal?

Well, I quickly turned myself around and decided to try a few before letting my judgmental nature on the topic define my entire approach to the subject.

I had asked, “What do people see in these books?”  Often I imagined they were full of raunchy sex scenes and little plot or character development.

Well, I was wrong.  I added several billionaire bad boy, reverse harem, and general erotic romance novels to my Goodreads list and read over a dozen this month.  Overall, I was impressed with the depth many authors go to in this genre, and I don’t mean that metaphorically.

Many of the novels were well-written, just the right amount of naughty, and contained actual stories with characters you can relate to.  Sure, every now and then I would shake my head and laugh at how ridiculous a line was, or at how quickly the two main characters hooked up, but overall I was intrigued throughout the majority of the books I read.

Now, as for an answer to the question I had asked, “What do people see in these books?”  The answer became clear, instant gratification.  A small amount of written pleasure, enough to either make you blush or make you laugh, was easily obtained.  And there was no risk in reading either.  There was no putting yourself out there for rejection, or taking any chances yourself–you could read the silly pick up lines, roll your eyes, read about a few tricks of flexibility in the bedroom, and go about your own day without having to change course.

So, I take back my judgmental commentary.  I spoke abruptly.  Not every genre is for every reader, or writer for that matter.  Having taken the time to give the genre, and some of its more quirky sub categories, a chance, I feel a sense of understanding finally.

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