I revel in human fallibility, and even love my own failures
when they're taken out of judgmental spheres. You can shame someone for their
failures, but this is usually the result of forgetting all of your own. It's
better to recognize them, share them and learn.
It's for this noble end that I here expose some of my most
boneheaded mistakes: nine times when I blatantly got an author's gender wrong.
There's one writer, and I won't say who, but I met him without knowing he was a
man. None of these nine entries are quite that bad, but I'm hoping to open a
dialogue and find out if others have been so silly. If not, I hope to at least
make you laugh.
1. Kim Stanley Robinson – That's Heteronormative Thinking
with Names 101, which may be the most pedantic class in all of academia. But I
have to take a certain ownership over the Kim-possibility given that I'd read
the bio on the inside cover and still made it fifty pages before feeling like I
had something wrong about her. In my defense: there was no author photo.
2. C.S. Lewis – This came less from the ambiguity of his
shortened name, and more that everyone who tried to foist The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe on me as a kid was a woman. I
was so young, and so into that Boys Vs. Girls mentality, that I just assumed
the book girls kept telling me to read was by one of them. I hope I've outgrown
that.
3. J.K. Rowling – I think she got reverse-Lewised. And then,
as though to level the playing field for all the big male authors I'd mistaken
as female, I mistook the bestselling female author of the decade for a guy.
I've actually gone back and checked, and the copies of the first three books I
read had no author-information on them whatsoever. I was reading
"him" in some ignorant vacuum, possibly assigning gender because Dumbledore
always felt like a stand-in for the author. Actually, much like the paternal
figure the kids in Lewis's first book lived with.
4. Terry Pratchett – I thought she was so darned funny.