Sex in the City: Paris v. 2
I wandered foolishly into a thicket of Amazon Vine Voices the other day. What struck me was that everyone keeps claiming a precise definition of erotica. A frequent criticism flung at stories, it seems, is to say 'this is not erotica'.
How many other genres have definitions so vague and mutable that it seems like an endless pastime just trying to work out what the fuck the genre should look like, let alone whether any particular piece is good or not in itself?
I'm not blame-free, I've spent a good deal of time wondering the same. We know it has to have a human head, (ahem) and probably some genitalia, at least in allusion. But then, there's EllaRegina's beautiful story with the fabulous character that has merely hooks and eyes.
Really, I'm omnivorious when it comes to erotica. I like porny stuff and I like the most subtle literary stuff, and lots in between. But then, I'm a bookoholic and I'm loath to reject any good writing merely because it doesn't fit some nebulous idea of a genre. Maybe it would be best to broaden the definition of erotica, rather than narrow it.
After all, if you're looking for a wide embrace, surely you'd find it on the erotica shelf?