I’m having a mad holiday on the ‘Authonomy’ site, reading two or three unpublished novels a day – well, all right, maybe just some chapters of two or three. Not everyone uploads the complete book. But yesterday I happened upon what I perceive to be a classic example of the ‘Dick lit’ genre.
Dick lit is chick lit, for men. Contemporary, yet strangely unreal, full of people who are high-achieving and spectacularly attractive.
So a dick lit book might be about some chaps who are each other’s best mates, in a strictly hetero way, in search of adventures in a mythical, high-powered world of expensive drugs, fast cars, helicopters and two-dimensional women who are adept at any form of sex and who in addition make no emotional demands on the hero, but who have amazing, exotic, athletic bodies.
Just when things could not be more perfect and they have three thousand pounds to spend on watches that emit a distress signal to anywhere in the world [these apparently do really exist], the chaps have a moment of vulnerability and share feelings, just like girls do with their bezzies.
And Love, with a real life angel, is a final goal of happy-ever-afterness.
Aimed at men, naturally. But highly enjoyable, in the way the Bond films are.
Any titles spring to mind?
Dick lit. Remember, you heard it here first!