by James L. Rubart
At the end of last month I won a Christy Award in the Visionary category for my novel, The Five Times I Met Myself. It also won the Christy Award for Book of the Year.
I was shocked, honored, thrilled, and went through most of the other emotions you can imagine. I was congratulated by many, many friends and readers of my books.
But this morning, as I considered what I would write about for this month's column, I wondered what the people who were aghast at this year's nominations would think.
Did You See It?
Did you see the people on Social Media who cried foul when the Christy nominations came out because there was only one male (me) among them this year?
They weren't mildly disturbed. They were ticked off about it. Willful bias! Willful discrimination! It's why they refuse to read Christian fiction!
I Didn't Get It
I still don't get it. Isn't it possible that the best books this year happened to be written by women? Isn't it possible the Christy judging committee determined (in their opinion) that no other male deserved to be on the list?
And what do the ticked off among us do with their argument now that a male won not only his category, but Book of the Year? Maybe they feel their position still holds some H20 simply because still, there was only one man nominated, but I think that position is faulty from the start.
It's the Same Mentality as the Oscars
The mentality of the folks saying there should have been more men nominated for a Christy this year is the same thinking that says more African Americans should be nominated for Oscars.
Yes, I know I'm sticking my toe into the hot water here, but does anyone really want to be nominated for, or win an Oscar, not because they were the best actor that year, but because of the social pressure for more of their race to be nominated/win?
If I got a nomination or award in any contest, I'd be disgusted to think it was a token recognition. I am ignorant in holding this view?
Wrap it up, Jim
In the end I have to decide if I believe my brothers and sisters behind the scenes at the Christy Awards are women and men of integrity or not.
I believe they are.
How 'bout you?
James L. Rubart is 28 years old, but lives trapped inside an older man's body. He thinks he's still young enough to water ski like a madman and dirt bike with his two grown sons, and loves to send readers on journeys they'll remember months after they finish one of his stories. He's the best-selling, Christy, INSPY, and RT Book Reviews award winning author of eight novels as well as a professional speaker. During the day he runs his marketing company which helps businesses, authors, and publishers make more coin of the realm. He lives with his amazing wife on a small lake in eastern Washington. More at www.jameslrubart.com