I stumbled across this old article from the Jezebel, and it really made me think, ‘There aren’t many funny female novelists’. Why is that?
There’s funny women in film, on television and in the theatre. There’s most certainly funny female bloggers and columnists. But where are the funny women novelists?
There’s a certain humour in chick lit, which is dominated by women, but this isn’t the hard hitting funny satire that you’ll often find from men.
I’d love to argue that there’s some sort of conspiracy, in which the male run publishing houses don’t print our funny, witty and satiric sisters. But I don’t even know if that’s true, because I could count on one hand the number of funny books by women I have come across when reading the slush pile. It seems, in my limited experience, women aren’t writing (or they aren’t submitting) works of humour. Why?
Why is their a void of funny female voices in writing? I really wish I had an answer.