“not open to a retrofuturist reading”

Is my new tagline.

It’s always the reader’s failing, never the book’s, never the author’s inability to successfully convert intention into practice.

But you knew that, right?

At least I have been absolved of a more general closed-mindedness toward queer narratives in romance. But that’s probably because I’m not Christian. Christians, beware: if you critique a text with a queer narrative, it will be assumed it is because of your conservative belief system.

This is why I don’t blog about substantive issues anymore. Apparently I should also be careful where and how I comment, because even academic articles (purportedly peer-reviewed, no less) will feature cherry-picked sentences in order to make a point while ignoring the larger commenting context that undermines that point.