Because White men (realistically the only people reading fiction in the modern day) do not want to read about the 80 billionth Mary Sue trans nigger muslim protagonist.

Basically she's just complaining she isn't communistly set right in front of your face and everything else burned in a book burning.

I was reading this Malazan book, Midnight Tides last night and this passage really struck me. Feels like the world right now.

>The Crippled God scattered some seeds onto the brazier’s coals. Popping sounds, then more smoke. ‘Peace. Warm yourself, warrior, while I tell you of peace. History is unerring, and even the least observant mortal can be made to understand, through innumerable repetition. Do you see peace as little more than the absence of war? Perhaps, on a surface level, it is just that. But let me describe the characteristics of peace, my young friend. A pervasive dulling of the senses, a decadence afflicting the culture, evinced by a growing obsession with low entertainment. The virtues of extremity - honour, loyalty, sacrifice - are lifted high as shoddy icons, currency for the cheapest of labours. The longer peace lasts, the more those words are used, and the weaker they become. Sentimentality pervades daily life. All becomes a mockery of itself, and the spirit grows… restless.

’The Crippled God paused, breath rasping. ‘Is this a singular pessimism? Allow me to continue with a description of what follows a period of peace. Old warriors sit in taverns, telling tales of vigorous youth, their pasts when all things were simpler, clearer cut. They are not blind to the decay all around them, are not immune to the loss of respect for themselves, for all that they gave for their king, their land, their fellow citizens.

‘The young must not be abandoned to forgetfulness. There are always enemies beyond the borders, and if none exist in truth, then one must be fashioned. Old crimes dug out of the indifferent earth. Slights and open insults, or the rumours thereof. A suddenly perceived threat where none existed before. The reasons matter not - what matters is that war is fashioned from peace, and once the journey is begun, an irresistible momentum is born.

‘The old warriors are satisfied. The young are on fire with zeal. The king fears yet is relieved of domestic pressures. The army draws its oil and whetstone. Forges blast with molten iron, the anvils ring like temple bells. Grain-sellers and armourers and clothiers and horse-sellers and countless other suppliers smile with the pleasure of impending wealth. A new energy has gripped the kingdom, and those few voices raised in objection are quickly silenced. Charges of treason and summary execution soon persuade the doubters.>>

classic loser argument

I read a fantasy series () by V.E. Schwab (female Jewish writer) that was a decent 5/10. It had way too many totally unrealistic situations in it. Also of course she had to add faggots into the mix in the most tasteless manner possible.

Probably the best medieval fantasy fiction series I have read that was wrote by a female so far though. At least it was sparing in the sexual aspects. Most books wrote by women are entirely too sexual in nature.

Imagine writing a book and having the male protagonist have the urge to jerk off in the first chapter before he instead tans himself a new sexy outfit and shaves his head before arguing with his controlling mother and then running away from the house to go out at night. He later then hooks up with some random guy in the back alleys and falls instantly in love. He goes home and his mom smacks the shit out of him and his dad tells him a new haircut won't make him a woman and he goes to his room crying.

That's the summary of the first two chapters of a woman's novel with the genders swapped and leaving out a bunch of the insane emotional bullshit. "The four winds". Library owns over 20 copies. Shits shit.