The weekly links and opinion post
1. I am sure I am the last to know, but there is a company offering “Romances By You”, for $39.95, personalized romance novels with your own names, locations, and other “personalizing” details, including a cover. I’ll probably get a takedown notice for this, but below is the pirate romance preview I generated using “Uppity” for the heroine’s name and “Jelly Bones Bud” for the hero’s. Uppity’s BFF I dubbed “Downity”. I picked the hair and eye colors, too.
. . . Uppity slapped the coin from his outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Jelly Bones Bud sighed, his eyes narrowing, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Uppity by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as he pulled her towards him like a dog on a tether. Uppity winced with surprise and embarrassment, her blue eyes ablaze.
He leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Uppity almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. He paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when he said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and he tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped him hard on the cheek. Jelly Bones Bud grabbed her by her dark brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When he released his grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Uppity turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Downity, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Jelly Bones Bud smiled, as he heard his crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If circumstances were different, he would have asked her to join him. But he hadn’t even found out her name…
I did a few of these, and since every one had the words “unbeknownst to her”, “shrubbery”, and “almost lost her balance”, I am pretty sure they are written either by Monty Python or a computer program. Which raises two key questions: (1) are these “novels” at all? (2) What woman wants a Valentine’s gift that compares her to a “scurvy dog”?
We read Leo Tolstoy’s “What is Art?” in my ethics and lit class last week, and on his view, whether written by a computer program or a grad student in dire need of money, no such product is “art”, because, as he puts it:
“I have mentioned three conditions of contagiousness in art, but they may be all summed up into one, the last, sincerity, i.e., that the artist should be impelled by an inner need to express his feeling. That condition includes the first; for if the artist is sincere he will express the feeling as he experienced it. And as each man is different from everyone else, his feeling will be individual for everyone else; and the more individual it is – the more the artist has drawn it from the depths of his nature – the more sympathetic and sincere will it be. And this same sincerity will impel the artist to find a clear expression of the feeling which he wishes to transmit.”
2. Grading. I should be doing it. At this very minute.
3. Laura Vivanco has an interesting post up at Teach Me Tonight about whether the “happiness” depicted in romance novels is realistic, partly realistic, helpful, or harmful. Check it out.
4. I am listening to an audiobook right now, a Harlequin Blaze by Tawny Weber called Feels Like the First Time. Zoe, the heroine is going to her 10th high school reunion. She tells us she was an outsider who had one dear, dear friend, fellow geek Dexter, with whom she spent hours and hours. As she travels to the reunion, Zoe thinks about seeing the football QB who dumped her. She thinks about seeing the catty girls who made fun of her. She even thinks about the teachers who hated her. But inexplicably — especially since the reunion itself is at the very hotel Dexter’s family has owned for generations — she never once thinks, “Gee, I wonder if I will see Dexter.” Upon arrival at the hotel, Zoe looks Dexter in the eye from 10 feet away, he smiles at her, and she fails to recognize him.
I do like this book, but as a reader, I feel my intelligence is being insulted to set up a costume party groping and big misunderstanding.
5. Speaking of which, I have a theory on how the Big Misunderstanding has changed over time. Tell me if you think I am wrong. BMs have been a staple of modern romance for decades. They are often maligned, but I think they can be done well. But having recently read Dark Dominion and skimmed Sweet Savage Love, I think the BM of old was different in that the hero did not believe the heroine, even when they did communicate. She just could not get him to believe her. Today, it’s more likely the lack of communication that’s the issue: for whatever reason, they never have “the talk”. What say you?
6. This week I will write reviews of Black Silk and Dark Dominion if it kills me, which, looking at my schedule, it likely will. I also promised certain folks a post on moral repair.
Happy Week!
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#1 by Niveau on October 5, 2009 - 12:20 am
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You raise an interesting point about Big Misunderstandings, but I have to wonder if the older versions are BMs in the first place. To me, the BM is about a lack of communication, or the pairing of an error in communication with a bad assumption. If the hero is simply refusing to believe the heroine despite good communication on her part, the man’s just being an idiot. There’s no misunderstanding because there’s nothing to misunderstand. (Sadly, this still pops up from time to time. Bound by the Marcolini Diamonds, one of September’s Presents titles, features a hero who refuses to believe the heroine when she tries to tell him she’s innocent of some nasty allegations. When he finally learns the truth, he’s shown thinking that she never tried to defend herself. *sigh* )
#2 by Marianne McA on October 5, 2009 - 7:54 am
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She could have sapphire eyes, cobalt blue eyes, eyes of aquamarine, gentian or like bluebells drenched in dew (and for the hero ice-blue, steel-blue – perhaps even electric blue) but no denizen of Romance land is going to admit to eyes that are simply blue.
(Anyway, she’s a heroine, therefore her eyes are emerald.)
And the hair – if she’s shy, it can be mousy brown. Otherwise we can do red, flaxen, or impossibly curly, but never brown. Sable if you must…
#3 by Carolyn Crane on October 5, 2009 - 8:51 am
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LOL. This is wonderful! I didn’t know about it! I love your names!!
However, on second thought, I think YOU are the scurvy dog!!
Just like Duchamp’s urinal, this is your work now, and how are we supposed to know you don’t have sincerity in your heart when you made it? Perhaps privately, you think of yourself as uppity, and you dream of being pulled by your bodice strings, and being bedded by Jelly Bones Bud, (a name I am only now really appreciating!) but you don’t want your husband to know, so you have constructed this elaborate ruse, and unbeknownst to us, it’s really a cry of sorrow into the void of blogland for the unlikelihood that you and JBB will ever be united.
I am weeping! You are a total Tolstoy, dude!
#4 by Victoria Janssen on October 5, 2009 - 8:55 am
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BLACK SILK! Yes!!!
#5 by Magdalen on October 5, 2009 - 9:13 am
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I recently read all of Eva Ibbotson’s books. One of them, A Company of Swans, made a good point about the Big Misunderstanding — even as it used a whopping number of them itself. (I was going to use BM as shorthand, but it just sounds wrong. Think about it.)
In A Company of Swans, which is set in the period before WWI, the heroine does talk to the hero, although never enough. But in one conversation, she says she has always had a problem with Romeo & Juliet because why would Romeo believe Juliet was dead when he could have checked by using a chicken feather to see if she was still breathing. Later on, the hero — suffering from a bad case of the Big Misunderstanding himself — spots a chicken, remembers the R&J example, and travels halfway around the world to find the heroine. (It’s a fun book, and I’m not doing it justice.)
My problem with the Big Misunderstanding as a plot device is that it often comes with a sketchy relationship between the protags. Karen Higgins’ novels seem to suffer from this deficiency. I’m always left with a HEA that doesn’t seem earned, particularly when the protags didn’t spend very much time together.
In A Company of Swans, the protags spend a lot of time together, and I really believed they loved each other. Theirs was the other sort of Big Misunderstanding, namely the result of some evil meddling by a deus ex machina or two. I’m not wildly excited by that plot device either (I have pretty cynical views on the ability of most people to conspire successfully to ruin other people’s lives) but at least it acquits the protags of intentionally or negligently missing the obvious.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s stupid protags!
#6 by Laurie EC on October 5, 2009 - 9:36 am
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I’ve seen the “Romances by You” thing. Occasionally my husband likes to pick up one of my books and read a page of it to me in a “husky” voice to much hilarity. Sometime I’ll slip in a “Romance by You” and watch his face as he recognizes our uber-embarrassing pet names on the H/H.
Grading … yeah, I’m getting a huge pile of it tonight. I feel your pain.
#7 by heidenkind on October 5, 2009 - 10:58 pm
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So did you pay $40 for every one of those computer-generated, not-art romance novels? Seems a little steep to me. As for what art is, I don’t agree with Tolstoy.
For me big misunderstandings only work when I’m in on the misunderstanding, too. I think you’re definitely right about heroes not believing heroines in older books, though–I seem to remember a Victoria Holt book that used that device. I thought that guy wasn’t worth keeping around….
#8 by Sherry Thomas on October 6, 2009 - 11:30 am
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Don’t know how to define art and don’t really care, but woot, moral repair!
As for Black Silk, it is truly one of the most unconventional romances ever written. Can’t wait to hear what you think.