Book cover for GANI & SEAN as written by Jack Winter. Not sure about the maroon font color?
I continue my debate with myself — do crime novels written by women sell? Should I change my name on my second novel from Jane Cooper Easton to Jack Winter. I thought of this male author name this morning almost as I opened my eyes to the day. ( I think Jack Winter or is it Winter Jack is an alcohol of some kind, perhaps in Great Britain? )
Will men be more interested in a crime novel written by Jack Winter than they are in one written by Jane Easton?
And what — if any! — are the differences between a novel written for women and a novel written for men!?
The reader of IN THE SEVENTH DAY approaches me, eyes wide — the look tells me either he loves my novel or is horrified by it or maybe both!
Sure enough, he raves about it.
“How could that be?” he marvels. “How could they be that submissive? I kept waiting for — but then, you fooled me.”
We talk at length about the characters, about the town, about the abuse! We talk about the real umbrella authority in some evangelical, fundamentalist circles — Umbrella authority that calls for a woman to be entirely submissive to male authority. The look of horror on my reader’s face says it all.
I’ve done my job, and done it well.
Just wrote my 18,166th word in my novel, GANI & SEAN. May I say that I am tired? But, I am also having so much fun.
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One would have to search far and wide to discover in modern literature a darker, more perverse, self-serving, devious, holier-than-thou anti-hero than Rev. Kevin Hillar. Coupling astounding sexual charm with charismatic preaching he rapaciously and murderously gratifies his libido under the radar as, via pithy and precisely ten minute long sermons he recruits a devoted congregation soon eager to build a permanent “umbrella centric” church to replace the tobacco barn which was his first sanctuary.
Ms. Easton’s book is a chilling murder mystery procedural as well as a tough minded rumination on a particularly destructive form of Pentecostal Christianity in rural America. It also is a daunting cautionary tale about a deeply rooted societal wish to keep women as fully subjugated as suggested by the old Chauvinistic saw, “a woman should be kept barefoot, naked and in the kitchen.” The tale is gripping throughout and may require a strong stomach on the part of some readers. As literature it is a construct almost totally Brechtian in design. In terse, cooly objective prose it sharply defines the malaise, describes its malignant spread, but consciously withholds the expected–indeed, longed for–final scene where poetic justice is meted out.”
Today I sold a copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY ( with an almost-apologetic warning as to its graphic nature; after all, it’s about a sexual predator and evil man ) to a lovely woman I met at a carnival.