If I’m being honest, I usually look forward to the periodic resurgence of “Men don’t read” discourse, because it boosts my fragile ego. I’m a man who reads a lot of fiction, including a pretty sizeable amount of novels and short story collections written by women, and I don’t care what you think about that. But then I’ll read an article that says men account for a small portion of the fiction-buying market and gives some blanket statement about how novels “just aren’t written for men these days,” and I’ll start to feel weird, like I caught the last helicopter out of Saigon for dudes who like books. Then another, darker thought usually crosses my mind: this is a bad sign.
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