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Scanlon also quotes Weiner:
I think the women who read the books are a lot like the women in them—
young(ish), accomplished, but somewhat insecure, looking for fiction that serves
as both entertainment and a road map… My theory is that my generation of
women has more choices and options available than any generation in history,
and that these choices are empowering but also terrifying. I think that novels,
even the ones derided as light ’n fluffy, can help them think through their
choices and make peace with their decisions.
Perhaps this is that element of a message, of guidance, has lead so many to claim emphatically
that Chick Lit is not literary. Juliette Wells comments that “chick-lit novels–in their content,
packaging, and promotion–do not claim to be literary rather than popular fiction.” (2006, 64),
and many have written of the genre with scorn. Patty Campbell writes of YA Chick Lit that plot
lines serve to glorify “shallow materialism as the only way to acceptance” (2006, 489). She
quotes Naomi Wolf to support her claim, though then softens: “even at its worst, chick lit is fun,
a fact ignored by solemn critics like me…”(491).
Wells considers these arguments carefully, and writes that the genre often finds inspiration in
literary works of the past, or the authors invoke them. She lists three authors as examples, who
had referenced Edith Wharton, Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte (48-49), and then argues that
though Chick Lit novels are not marketed as literary:
The persistent appearance of literary women’s authors names… in discussions
of, and judgments about, chick lit suggests that many readers wish to case the
genre as the descendent of literary, not popular, fiction (64).
Wells, mindful that “women’s reading and writing have for centuries been trivialized,” concludes
that chick lit does not “deserve literary regard” (68). She does this in part through a discourse
analysis, albeit brief, of two segments from a chick lit novel and a literary one—the first is from
Helen Fielding’s sequel to Bridget Jones, the second from Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre:
He looked gorgeous in his work suit with the top buttons of his shirt undone. ¶
My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty
eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth—all energy, decision,
will—were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to