It’s no secret that more extreme anomalies occur within the male intellect when you consider that practically every inventor/innovator you can think of, as well as savant/genius in history has been male; at the same time, more males than females suffer with learning disabilities/developmental delays as well as intellectual delays. However, there is less emphasis on the fact that men also make up the overwhelming majority of the world’s greatest artists/writers, and are vastly more inclined to write the most compelling works of literature known to humankind. This could be attributed to the fact that men have historically experienced tragedy and suffering to a much greater degree than women (in their efforts to build civilization and modern society as we know it) – there is, after all, such a thing as humor in the face of tragedy (commonly known as “tragicomedy”). Without knowing what it’s like to experience such pitfalls, it is speculated that women (and men to a lesser extent) can never truly grasp the secret of black humor or properly incorporate such themes into their writing.
In my list of 50 books to read before dying previously shared here, a whopping 47/50 of the books are written by male authors. You would think that coming from a female reader, there isn’t really any sense in being incapable of relating to 99.9% of female authors in the slightest – in fact, the only female author I would say that I can genuinely relate to is Ayn Rand (who incidentally doesn’t write with a traditionally “female” voice in any sense of the word). Of course, women have stronger language/communication skills on average since they are statistically more socially inclined/emotionally intelligent based on score comparisons compiled from EQ tests. However, if you consider that some of the best-selling literature is also considered to be some of the worst, and that women are more inclined to think emotionally/appreciate fluff, it makes sense that women are largely responsible for the bottom of the barrel in the world of modern literature:
Women read more fiction on average than men, and romance is simultaneously the best-selling and most critically panned genre of literature. That’s not to imply all romantic fiction is horrendous, but again, the few works to my knowledge which could be considered “exceptions” are written by men. For example, I’m currently reading “House of Sand and Fog” by Andre Dubus III (which is admittedly more of a drama than a love story, but there is a sufficient level of romance involved in the plot to present for our purposes) which is written from the perspective of both a male and a female character who couldn’t be more different from each other. Unlike many other female authors, however, Dubus proves that writing from the perspective of a female comes much more naturally to experienced male authors than vice versa. At the same time, you can tell there is evidently a male brain behind the female Kathy Nicolo’s broken spirit that is all too characteristic of the average disillusioned man living in a gynocentric world.
Unfortunately, the world of popular literature (and media in general) is overrun with far less compelling and believable characters, and what performs well in terms of sales is by no measure an indicator of quality. The authors themselves are not to blame for this apparent trend, but their audience composed largely of women who are incredibly sheltered and/or sexually deprived. In their failure to appreciate more refined works of art, their desire for mindless escapism and to live vicariously through the likes of Anastacia Steele prevails.