Writing recently at Dazed magazine online, Georgina Elliott asked “Why don’t straight men read novels?”
I am a straight man, middle-aged to boot, who does read novels, lots of them, so I found the question somewhat alienating, but at the same time, not surprising. It’s not news to me that women buy the vast majority of books in the U.S. — somewhere around 80% of the total — so I was aware that men flat out don’t read as many books as women.
But I hadn’t considered that it was a problem of novels specifically that men aren’t reading.
If we’re talking about the kinds of novels that we broadly call “literary,” the truth is that very few people read these books, period. Writing in Granta, literary critic Christian Lorentzen relates that an editor at an independent publisher estimated that there are approximately 20,000 people in the country who read literary fiction. If only 20,000 people are reading literary fiction, and 80% of them are women, that means only 4,000 men are reading those books nationwide.
If that number is accurate, I feel like I know a disproportionate number of them, but that would probably be the case given the crowds I run with, including here, where men are sending me their list of five recent reads, most of which contain novels, all the time.
At Dazed, Elliott explores various theories as to why men aren’t reading novels, including that men are not socialized to read as much as women, lacking reading role models in other men. Elliott also shares a theory that men don’t read novels because they have internalized an ethos that they are expected to be “productive” agents acting in the world, rather than passively experiencing the lives of others through fiction. Men are more likely to read self-help than fiction, seeing that genre as more likely to pay off in “meaningful returns,” according to Alistair Brown, a literature professor at Durham University who studies these patterns.
If these theories are true, I find myself mostly feeling sad for my fellow straight white males because there is more to life than being “productive,” at least I hope so, because if that’s not the case, I’m wasting a lot of time reading novels.
I read novels primarily because doing so is an enjoyable way to spend my time. I first experienced this as a child and have had this reconfirmed on a nearly daily basis since. As a kid, I was sometimes called “lazy” because I’d rather read a book than mow the lawn or do homework, but this choice always felt more sensible than lazy to me.
Still does.
But suppose we want to talk about the benefits of reading novels beyond their inherent pleasure. In that case, I can testify that one of the great things about reading fiction is that you are exposed to the incredible variety of the human experience, not as a way to find a model for your own path, but as a demonstration that you should feel free to not worry overmuch about what others think of the path you wish to travel.
Novels are not instructive, like self-help, but they are illustrative, and if you keep reading them, you’ll have a better understanding that there is no one way to live. Looking for answers to how to live a happy life in a self-help book is ultimately fruitless when those answers are invariably going to be found within oneself.
Rather than worrying about being productive, what if we try to be quiet and reflective?
No better way to achieve that than by immersing yourself in the lives of others by reading a novel.
John Warner is the author of “Why They Can’t Write: Killing the Five-Paragraph Essay and Other Necessities.”
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Book recommendations from the Biblioracle
John Warner tells you what to read based on the last five books you’ve read.
1. “The Winner” by Teddy Wayne2. “Muse of Fire: World War I as Seen Through the Lives of the Soldier Poets” by Michael Korda3. “Cowboy Graves” by Roberto Bolaño4. “The Demon of Unrest: A Saga of Hubris, Heartbreak, and Heroism at the Dawn of the Civil War” by Erik Larson5. “Don’t Skip Out on Me” by Willy Vlautin
— Joe F., Channahon
For Joe, I’m recommending a novel rooted in both history and literature, “March” by Geraldine Brooks.
1. “A Gentleman in Moscow” by Amor Towles2. “Pineapple Street” by Jenny Jackson3. “The Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt4. “The Warmth of Other Suns” by Isabel Wilkerson5. “Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents” by Isabel Wilkerson
— Viola P., Chicago
Viola is going to be the recipient of my periodic public service of recommending the most perfectly constructed novel ever, “Mrs. Bridge” by Evan S. Connell.
1. “The Winner” by Teddy Wayne2. “Notes on Your Sudden Disappearance” by Alison Espach3. “James” by Percival Everett4. “Demon Copperhead” by Barbara Kingsolver5. “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow” by Gabrielle Zevin
— Abby T., Wilmette
“Wayward” by Dana Spiotta, published in 2021, was ahead of its time in its exploration of a woman driven mad by the world she’s made to live in, finding an escape in a broken-down house that becomes just hers.
