Here's the thing: a whopping lot of those 'old' novels are interesting and kinda fun to read, as long as one views them through 1) strong internal filters and 2) an anthropologist's awareness of the times and places in which these things were written. And remember that C.L. Moore, Leigh Brackett, and Andre Norton were writing similar stuff, albeit often with more overt sympathy for marginalized characters. It's worth noting that, in contrast to Castalia's philosophy, these female writers *also* had kickass battle and fight scenes, and fairly tight plots.
It's the people writing this stuff *now* who give me a little pause. (Pat Rothfuss, I like you but I cannot finish reading your series. Sorry, dude.) But I try to keep track of them, from the angle of knowing what my adversaries are up to. I'm fairly certain that John Ringo, Vox Dei, and their crowd don't especially admire Nicole Perlman right now, because she proved with Guardians of the Galaxy that women can write gutsy, funny, strong space operas. The advent of social science fiction was, to the former group, an overly-emotional and emasculating strike at old-school epic fantasy and science fiction.
There's a quote I'm going to paraphrase from the Castalia blog - or I'll list it if I can find it again (hang on).
Ah, here we go, from the July 15, 2014 blog post (referencing changes in Finnish science fiction, but evocative of the whole blog/publisher's main theme):
'...it is fairly clear that feminine fantasy and masculine vision-casting may never discover a way to be equal bedfellows. Eventually, the masculine voice falls silent.'
Of course, I don't agree with this at all.
