That’s the impression some men get when it comes to female authors. A male lecturer whose class I once sat for said that he was prejudiced against female authors and at one point before refused to read anything written by a female. In 2001, he changed his mind, tried his first book written by a female author, and since then no longer holds that chauvinistic view.
Maybe this is generalising, but I notice that men do not, or hardly ever, read books by female authors. Women would readily read a Tony Parsons or Nick Hornby novel, but men wouldn’t go near Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’s Diary or some female author’s book. This is something that has been going for hundreds of years already, really; female authors in the past have published under male nom de plumes or fashioning a gender-neutral initials-and-surname byline to hide their female names.
Is this a myth? Or are men still avoiding books by female authors? Is there a reason for this? I’d like a male perspective, or anyone’s for that matter.