January 4, 2006
Op-Ed Contributor
Their Eyes Were Reading Smut
By NICK CHILES
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/04/opinion/04chiles.html?emc=eta1
Snellville, Ga.

LAST month I happened to go into the Borders Books store at the Stonecrest
mall in Lithonia, Ga., about a half-hour from my house here. To my surprise,
it had one of the largest collections of books by black authors that I've
ever seen outside an independent black bookstore, rows and rows of
bookcases. This is the sort of discovery that makes the pulse quicken,
evidence of a population I've spent most of my professional life seeking:
African-American readers. What a thrill to have so much space in a major
chain store devoted to this country's black writers.

With an extra spring in my step, I walked into the "African-American
Literature" section - and what I saw there thoroughly embarrassed and
disgusted me.

On shelf after shelf, in bookcase after bookcase, all that I could see was
lurid book jackets displaying all forms of brown flesh, usually half-naked
and in some erotic pose, often accompanied by guns and other symbols of
criminal life. I felt as if I was walking into a pornography shop, except in
this case the smut is being produced by and for my people, and it is called
"literature."

As a black author, I had certainly become familiar with the sexualization
and degradation of black fiction. Over the last several years, I had watched
the shelves of black bookstores around the country and the tables of street
vendors, particularly in New York City, become overrun with novels that
seemed to appeal exclusively to our most prurient natures - as if these
nasty books were pairing off back in the stockrooms like little paperback
rabbits and churning out even more graphic offspring that make Ralph Ellison
books cringe into a dusty corner.

Early last year I walked into a B. Dalton bookstore in a New Jersey mall
where the manager had always proudly told me how well my books were selling.
This time, I was introduced to a new manager who was just as proud to show
me an enhanced black books section teeming with this new black erotica. I've
also noticed much more of this oversexed genre in Barnes & Noble bookstores
over the past few months, although it's harder to see there since the chain
doesn't appear to have separate black fiction sections.

But up until that visit to Borders in Lithonia, I had thought this mostly a
phenomenon of the black retail world, where the black bookstore owners and
street vendors say they have to stock what sells, and increasingly what
sells are stories that glorify and glamorize black criminals. The genre has
been described by different names; "ghetto fiction" and "street lit" are two
I've heard most often. Apparently, what we are now seeing is the crossover
of this genre to mainstream bookstores.

But the placard above this section of Borders in Lithonia didn't say "Street
Lit," it said "African-American Literature." We were all represented under
that placard, the whole community of black authors - from me to Terry
McMillan and Toni Morrison, from Yolanda Joe and Benilde Little to Edward P.
Jones and Kuwana Haulsey - surrounded and swallowed whole on the shelves by
an overwhelming wave of titles and jackets that I wouldn't want my
13-year-old son to see: "Hustlin' Backwards." "Legit Baller." "A Hustler's
Wife." "Chocolate Flava."

I've heard defenders say that the main buyers of these books, young black
women, have simply found something that speaks to them, and that it's great
that they're reading something. I'd agree if these books were a starting
point, and that readers ultimately turned to works inspired by the best
that's in us, not the worst.

But we're not seeing evidence of that. On Essence magazine's list of best
sellers at black bookstores, for example, authors of street lit now
dominate, driving out serious writers. Under the heading "African-American
Literature," what's available is almost exclusively pornography for black
women.

As I stood there in Borders, I had two sensations: I was ashamed and
mortified to see my books sitting on the same shelves as these titles; and
secondly, as someone who makes a living as a writer I felt I had no way to
compete with these purveyors of crassness.

That leaves me wondering where we - writers, publishers, readers, the black
community - go from here. Is street fiction some passing fad, or does it
represent our future? It's depressing that this noble profession, one that I
aspired to as a child from the moment I first cracked open James Baldwin and
Gabriel García Márquez about 30 years ago, has been reduced by the greed of
the publishing industry and the ways of the American marketplace to a
tasteless collection of pornography.

I realize that publishing is a business, but publishers also have a
responsibility to balance street lit with more quality writing. After all,
how are we going to explain ourselves to the next generation of writers and
readers who will wonder why they have so little to read of import and value
produced in the early 21st century, why their founts of inspiration are so
parched?

At times, I push myself away from the computer in anger. I don't want to
compete with "Legit Baller." But then I come across something like "The
Known World" by Edward P. Jones and again I am inspired.

But I must say that I retain very little of the hope and excitement and
enthusiasm that I had when my first book was published eight years ago. I
feel defeated, disrespected and troubled about the future of my community
and my little subsection of this carnivorous, unforgiving industry.

Nick Chiles, the editor in chief of Odyssey Couleur magazine, is the
co-author, with Denene Millner, of "A Love Story."

Tracey de Morsella
Convergence Media, Inc
Publisher of The Job Seeker's Guide to Diversity Employment Resources
8345 NW 66th Street, Suite 8916
Miami, FL 33166-2626
Phone: 888-750-6132
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