On Toxic Masculinity and California Dreaming

A while back, I put up a post, which has now become an essay in the California Dreaming book, about how the white musicians in the book had built their careers because of an infrastructure that was there because of black musicians — they were, even if not racist themselves (and most weren’t) the beneficiaries of structural racism.

There’s also a structural sexism that I have to deal with, and that is rather more difficult.

I have tried, in these essays, to accentuate as much as possible the roles of women in the story, but it’s hard to escape the fact that women were marginalised, horribly, by the system, and by the people in the system. There simply aren’t that many records by women that fit into the story.

But I’ve been thinking more and more about why that is, and about how the LA music scene was about the fetishisation of a particular male, control-freak, idea of “genius”. An idea of the creative man as special that makes everyone else the tool of the boy genius.

This toxic masculinity seems to have caused two reactions among these “geniuses”. Some of them either died or came close to death young, from trying to numb their own emotional pain with drink or drugs.

The others… well, there’s a reason why Charles Manson was part of the LA music scene.

Kim Fowley – rapist
Jack Nitzsche – broke into an ex-girlfriend’s house and sexually assaulted her
Phil Spector – murdered a woman
John Phillips – abused his daughter
Jim Gordon – murdered his mother
Roy Estrada – in prison for child molestation

Most of these were peripheral figures in the story I’m telling, but there’s a definite continuum between at one end the license that was given to a Brian Wilson (to choose one of the figures from this story who is as close to blameless as it gets), through the control-freakery of a Zappa, to the violent misogyny of the men named above. If you get used to treating other people as tools rather than people, and if you’re in a culture where women aren’t highly regarded *anyway*… well, bad things will happen.

Now the problem is that all the things I mention above happened *after* the events I’m writing about. I have tried as best I can in the essays for the book (including the ones that haven’t gone on the blog but will be in the print and ebook versions) to emphasise that however good the music that resulted, the toxic behaviour of, say, Captain Beefheart, was utterly abhorrent.

But have I stressed enough that the culture of the music scene in LA as a whole was toxic? The focus of the book is on the music — and almost every track I talk about in it is one I consider truly great — but by focusing so much on the men who made it am I guilty of emphasising their manpain over the people who that culture hurt? But on the other hand, many of the people I’ve been writing about are, as individuals, largely blameless.

It’s not my purpose in the book to judge people — the book’s about the art. But it’s also about the artists’ lives, and the way they affected the art. I’m not sure that there’s a right answer to this, but, much as with the other piece I mentioned at the start of this, I know that just ignoring the issue certainly isn’t the right answer.

I’ll probably put something very like this into the book, as part of a foreword or endnote, but if anyone has any suggestions as to how I can deal with that better, please say…

Female Authors I Should Read?

Does anyone have any recommendations for female writers I should read?
This seems an odd question, perhaps, but I’d guess that less than five percent of the books I own are written by women, and I really need to change that. I’m not consciously discriminating against female authors, but I must be doing so unconsciously, and that’s a bad thing both for me and for those writers I’m ignoring.

Partly, that’s because of the type of stuff I read. Recently, I’ve mostly been reading books about science, early 20th century political essays, stuff tangentially related to Doctor Who, and hard science fiction, none of which are fields that are especially dominated by women.

As a guide to what I’m currently reading, I’m currently in the middle of eight different books, some of them books I’ve read many times before:
Ahistory by Lance Parkin
Some Remarks by Neal Stephenson
Newtons Sleep by Daniel O’Mahony
The Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes
The Clicking Of Cuthbert by P.G. Wodehouse
Utopia Of Usurpers by G.K. Chesterton
Causality: Models, Reasoning And Inference by Judea Pearl
and a collection of Greg Egan short stories

These are all, in their own different ways, very ‘masculine’ books, but they’re the kind of books I like. Does anyone have any suggestions as to books by women that might be to my taste? I tend to read for ideas first, prose style and plot second, and character development very, very far down the list…