There was a huge shitstorm on twitter yesterday because of egregious racism in an interracial romance. (Update: Here’s another review that goes into more detail.) I’m not going to comment on that, except to say that while the publisher acted promptly, the fact that Amy Lane has not acknowledged this in any way whatsoever means I will never again buy or review her books.
What I’m thinking about now is how often authors of interracial romances use humor around race, and how easily I’ve accepted that, as a white reader. The appeal is obvious, as a way to address race lightly, and to show your white character “gets it.” But… do they really? Do I? I’m squirming now at the realization that I might have let really offensive shit get by me without being aware of it.