Or, more to the point, write what you want to read. As I think about this, I have come to the realization that I will most likely never be a great literary author. Prizes will not be showered down upon me. When it comes down to it, if I read a story about a really awful person, that really awful person needs to be punished in some way by the end of the story. Not because this is a reflection of the human condition, but because that is how escapism works. I want a hero, that even if highly reluctant, ends up doing the right thing. I also, don’t really want the ‘right thing’ to be a discussion of the philosophical implications of some political maneuvering or the outgrowth of a cultural shift. No, I pretty much want ‘the right thing’ to be kicking the ass of that bad guy we’ve heard so much about.
I recently ran across, and subsequently devoured, Christopher Farnsworth’s Blood Oath and The President’s Vampire. These are not deep books. These are the most fun I’ve had reading in a long time though. If I’m going to read something, I should enjoy it right? The main character is a vampire forced to live amongst the ‘cattle’ of humanity and protect them, even though rightfully he should be eating them. He’s not all angst ridden. He isn’t trying to get action from an inappropriately aged human female. He’s out kicking ass, just like his job description demands. You get to laugh. You get to have a little intrigue, but nothing that leaves you scratching your head, and most importantly, you get to cheer when some bad guy gets his skull kicked in – without worrying about the moral implications of a completely make-believe scenario.