I’ve read a lot of books of many, many different types, as this blog makes clear. However, there’s one genre I simply have demonstrated no interest in for a long time.
Westerns.
Now, this isn’t a dislike of them, just a personal taste. And as always, personal tastes can change. But my disinterest in westerns has been remarkably consistent for a remarkably long time. While I had to have read at least one western, I can’t remember the title of any off the top of my head. I can remember the title of one that I bought a long time ago, Whiskey River, but also that I didn’t actually read it. This may be the only genre where I’ve seen more movies than read books in. Because I have seen (and enjoyed) the classic Westerns The Magnificent Seven and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
As for why, even I’m a little baffled. But I think it’s because they’re ultimately historical fiction (which isn’t really my favorite) and in a specific historical period that also isn’t exactly the one I’m most interested in.
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My father was a huge Louis L’Amour fan. In the 80s he bought every (and I mean EVERY) title. I tried reading them but ultimately lost interest. All the more surprising since I fully embraced the ‘space western’ side of the original Star Wars and later Firefly.
These days I’ve read a few historical fiction titles from the times, but I still have a harder time getting into the pulp side of the western genre.
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