Thoughts on Teaching Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me

Dec 13 2011 Published by under Academia, Ethics, Genre musings

Last week, my Ethics and Fiction class (syllabus here) read Bet Me. I had prepared students the week before by assigning a chapter of Joanne Hollows (which I blogged about in 2009), and adding my own commentary and critique on the genre. I thought I’d share (with their permission) some of their reactions and some of my reactions to their reactions. Pardon me in advance for the scattershot nature of this post.

Long time readers might recall that the last time I taught this class, I attempted to teach Patricia Gaffney’s To Have and To Hold. It was a bit of a disaster. I wrote a post about it here.  This time around, I deliberately chose a novel that might prove less strange, thanks to its contemporary setting and the “romcom” feel, and also because it more obviously thwarts some of the stereotypes of romance novels featured in the Hollows reading.

The class is an advanced undergrad course, crosslisted in English and Philosophy. Almost everyone in it was either a philosophy major, English major or both. Most of the students are avid readers, and many are creative writers as well. I had six women, two of whom dropped the course midsemester, and about ten men. It was a terrific semester with this group, overall.

In terms of liking Bet Me, there was a clear gender correlation at the extremes, but not for the majority of the group. That is, the two who liked it the most, and plan to read more Crusie or more romance fiction, were women, and the two who really hated it were men. The rest were mixed.

Teaching romance fiction, especially when it is just one item on a syllabus of literary fiction, is like teaching uphill. It reminds me a little bit of teaching feminist theory as part of an ethics class as opposed to a course in feminist theory. That is, unlike virtually every other text we have read this semester, students have already passed negative judgment on the book prior to opening it, and may not be as open to seeing good writing, deft plotting, or compelling characterization when it’s there. Even when they do see something aesthetically worthwhile, it has to come up through the haze of criticism, as when one student said that “despite the romance novel’s strict guidelines, good writing can shine through.” Surprisingly, at least one student’s dislike of romance novels came directly from a rather intense dislike of romantic films.

This is a very smart group, and in most cases their criticisms were backed up with textual evidence, as in the criticism of Cynthie, the hero’s psychologist ex-girlfriend, and David, the heroine’s ex-boyfriend, as shallow characters. These two came in for almost universal condemnation in my class as cardboard plot-movers. On the other hand, a student noted both that Crusie did not seem to simply dismiss out of hand Cynthie’s “psychological” approach to love, since Cynthie functioned as a kind of Greek chorus for the development of Cal and Min’s relationship, and also that there is a long history in literature of “hilariously ineffectual” antagonists. Other students noted that Cynthie is a foil for Min: they both start out seeing relationships in terms of their respective professions, but Min grows out of that and Cynthie doesn’t.

At times, however, the criticism seemed more based on expectations than what was in the text. It also tended to be framed as a critique of the genre, despite the fact that the student would, at the same time, protest this was the first, last and only romance novel s/he would ever read. I tried to keep us textually based, and tried to contrast the ease with which some students critiqued the entire romance genre, with the reluctance with which they had criticized other novels earlier in the semester. It occurred to me that next time I might have students read two shorter romances, but completely different ones, to short circuit this tendency.

Several students lamented the lack of gravity in the novel. They felt, not that the novel had to end tragically, but that more had to be at stake, in order to make it a great novel. They noted that the one time David’s hijinks actually work to pry Min and Cal apart, after Min’s sister’s disaster of a non-wedding, Cal goes home and his next door neighbor, Shanna, explains to him (correctly) exactly what happened why it happened, and what he must do to fix it. Cal believes her almost instantaneously, so there is never any real danger to the relationship. To give another concrete example, one student a female, noted the discussion about “fairy tales” Min had with her best friend Bonnie after The Black Moment was “kind of lame… I mean, she wants to be a soccer mom.  You can have anything you want, and this is all you want?” Along these lines, one student lamented that “people would rather read a predictable ‘feel good’ story than a piece of writing that tries to say something new or expands on an idea.” Another referred to Bet Me in terms from an earlier essay, as an “emotional pep pill.”

Many students expressed dislike of the “lack of realism” in the novel. Looking back at my Gaffney post, I see this was a major issue for my students in 2009, and I hereby berate myself for not being more prepared for it. Among the unrealistic elements of the novel are (a) coincidences (too many to mention, but the one where Cal and Min end up together at the same late night showing of a film was singled out for special criticism, as well as Cal finding Min’s missing snow globe), (b) the feral cat that bonds to Min, attacks David, and bonds to Cal, while also knowing how to turn on the stereo and play Elvis tunes, (c) the sex (one set of fireworks was ok, but every single time they kiss? As one student put it, “no one’s success rate is that high.”)

One particular student happened to be wearing an Iron Man t-shirt as he criticized the lack of realism in the novel. I could not help but point this out. He, and some others, responded that (a) the Marvel universe is more realistic than a romance novel, especially the character interactions and dialogue, and (b) the stakes are so much higher in Marvel that the lack of realism is not as bad. I didn’t push them on it, but I was not convinced.

A couple of students deliberately read Bet Me through the lens of the fantasy genre. As one student put it, “Fantasy novels deal with our fantasies about adventure and magic, about slaying dragons and freeing kingdoms. Romance novels, from reading Bet Me, seem to deal with fantasies of the heart. They are almost as unrealistic, but also almost as harmless.” Another said, “The breakthrough for me was comparing it to the fantasy genre I love.”

Of the students who were complimentary, several said things along the lines of “this is not a romance novel.” Since I had given them three definitions of the romance novel the prior week (Cawelti, RWA, and Regis), any of which work for this novel, I found this type of comment surprising. What they were saying, I think, is that it was not what they expected. In particular, Min, being self-sufficient, smart, perhaps stronger than Cal, resistant (at first) to his charms, and determinedly child-free, surprised them.   They also expected a “hot girl falling for a hot babe” narrative. One student said that the novel is “teaching girls to be unique”, while another said Crusie’s target audience is “people who feel marginalized by social image of the ideal woman.”

One thing that really took me by surprise was how much the students enjoyed the scenes with Cal’s family, and even Min’s to some extent. I always learn from my students, and I learned this time that Cal’s relationship with Bink was very important as it provided a counter-narrative to Cynthie’s explanation of his tendency to serially date. Students also really enjoyed the dinner scene at Cal’s house. For my part, I tend to find the parental dinner scenes, in this book, and in other Crusie novels like Strange Bedpersons, completely “unrealistic” set pieces Designed to Do Something. But my students really preferred the second half of the novel, and the development of Cal’s character.

There was universal agreement that Cal grew as a person, but the class was more mixed about Min. One student felt that Min was objectified, and ended up objectifying herself, for example, wearing the red lace her mother bought her when she first kissed Cal. Rather than seeing Cal’s attraction to Min as a triumph, this (male) student felt that Cal was constantly objectifying Min, and teaching her to objectify herself, conforming to her mother’s expectation that she dress up more to attract a handsome man and get married. We had a good long discussion about this point. On the issue of Min’s weight, some students (female) strongly identified with it, while others (male and female) felt that Min’s fat was fetishized in a way that made them uncomfortable. The scene at the picnic when Min exchanges bites of a Krispy Kreme donut for Cal’s lips, saying “more”, was singled out in this context. Another student wondered whether Min’s character arc had to be shorter because Crusie didn’t want to conform to stereotypes of the genre and start with a weak heroine.

Several students noted the high level of genre savviness of the characters. They introduced me to a term, lampshading, defined here by Tv Tropes:

Lampshade Hanging is the writers’ trick of dealing with any element of the story that threatens the audience’s willing suspension of disbelief — whether a very implausible plot development, or a particularly blatant use of a trope — by calling attention to it… and then moving on. In simple terms – the author points out the improbable subject through some medium (character, passerby, narration, etc.) and says it exists regardless of logic. The reason for this counter-intuitive strategy is two-fold. First, it assures the audience that the author is aware of the implausible plot development that just happened, and that they aren’t trying to slip something past the audience. Second, it assures the audience that the world of the story is like Real Life: what’s implausible for you or me is just as implausible for these characters, and just as likely to provoke an incredulous response.

Min and Cal’s dialogue after the lights come up and they find themselves in the same theater, Cal finding Min’s missing snow globe, and in general secondary characters’ tendency to say exactly what the reader might be thinking about the improbable events unfolding, are examples. In other cases, we had Playing with Tropes, such as the Discussed Trope, as when the Cinderella story is discussed.

Overall, I was really delighted with our class discussions, and felt students had a lot of interesting things to say about Bet Me. Some things I haven’t even had time to mention are the ethics concerns over the bet, and over Cynthie’s determination to write about her relationship with Cal. I think this worked much better than the Gaffney and will likely use it again next year.

There’s lots more I could say, but this post is already too long. One last comment I wanted to make about the discussion, and the class in general, was the way Twilight, the books and films, hung over the course. At one point I jokingly banned Twilight references. I may have to assign that one next time, too, just to get it out of everyone’s system. I’m kidding. Sort of.

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What does a “zaftig” romance heroine look like? Models for Bet Me’s Min

Dec 06 2011 Published by under Feminist contentions, Genre musings

I’m rereading Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me for class this week. The heroine, Min, has — thanks to her mother, her ex-boyfriend, and Society — significant body image issues, which create a barrier to satisfying relationships with men in general, and Cal, the gorgeous hero, in particular. The following conversation takes place about a third of the way into the book. At this point, Min and Cal are attracted to one another, and are spending some time together, but are resolutely “not dating”:

“Yeah,” Min said dismissively. “So what am I supposed to do about my weight?”

Cal put his fork down. “All right. Here’s the truth. You’re never going to be thin. You’re a round woman. You have wide hips and a round stomach and full breasts. You’re . . .”

“Healthy,” Min said bitterly.

“Lush,” Cal said, watching the gentle rise and fall of her breasts under her sweatshirt.

“Generous,” Min snarled.

“Opulent,” Cal said, remembering the soft curve of her under his hand.

“Zaftig,” Min said.

“Soft and round and hot, and I’m turning myself on,” Cal said, starting to feel dizzy.

“Do you have anything on under that sweatshirt?”

“Of course,” Min said, taken aback.

“Oh,” Cal said, ditching that fantasy. “Good. We should be eating. What were we talking about?”

“My weight?” Min said.

“Right,” Cal said, picking up his fork again. “The reason you can’t lose weight is that you’re not supposed to lose weight, you’re not built that way, and if you did manage through some stupid diet to take the weight off, you’d be like that chicken mess you just made. Some things are supposed to be made with butter. You’re one of them.”

It would be hard to overstate the significance of Min’s feelings about her body to this book. She doesn’t just have them, she talks about them, in every single scene with Cal, and in most other scenes. Even the very last page of the book has a reference to carbs. The repetition of themes or symbols (Krispy Creme Donuts, chicken marsala, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella etc.) throughout the novel is signature Crusie, of course. Some readers find that Min’s focus on her appearance makes her unlikeable. Others object to it on more literary grounds: that it’s not quite believable, yet is forced on readers for plot purposes (got to have a reason Min and Cal can’t be together). Still others find it wholly believable and delight in a truly large heroine coming to terms with her size.

What do you picture when you picture Min, based on the above dialogue? I’ve gathered some photos, deliberately choosing ones in which the subjects are public figures posing for the press, and in general, looking fantastic (That is, no “shaming” pics of Kristie Alley in her bathrobe and bedhead grabbing her morning paper on her doorstep).

Kirstie Alley after weight loss

Actor Nikki Blonksy

Actor Melissa McCarthy

Min is described as having “smooth milky skin, wide-set dark eyes, a blob of a nose, and that lush, soft, full, rosy mouth.” Here’s how I picture Min:

Model Crystal Renn

Renn is model who suffered from anorexia, recovered, gained a lot of weight, wrote a book, had great success as a larger model, then lost all the weight, and has been criticized for it. (Renn also got in trouble in September 2011 for allowing her eyes to be “stretched” with tape  for a Japanese Vogue shoot). In 2010, at a Glamour event, former Sports Illustrated cover model Paulina Porizkova stood next to Renn, noting that although they were the same size (Paulina hasn’t gained weight in 20 years, I guess), today Renn is considered a plus sized model.

Conceptions of what is “zaftig”, “overweight”, “lush”, not only change over time, as the exchange between Paulina and Crustal indicates, but differ from person to person. As Renn has said, of reading blog comments,

one person will say, ‘Wow, she’s so fat. Look at her. She’s so obese.’ And then right underneath, someone else will say, ‘Look how emaciated she is. She’s so anorexic.’ Fat is relative. One person’s thin is someone else’s so-called fat.

Whenever we read, we have to fill in details about the physical appearance of the characters. As I was rereading Bet Me this time around, I realized that it mattered to me just how big Min was, that I was really trying to nail it down. I’ve even written a blog post about it! I’m guessing that’s partly the result of the fact that my attention was drawn over and over to the issue by the text, but that’s not all of it. There’s also my own complicity: my own anxiety and heightened interest in size due to being a woman living in a culture that is keenly interested in this question, and sharing that concern myself. Read this way, this whole post is just an exercise in further “policing” Min.

This is one of the things we’ll talk about in class today.

 

 

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Genre Trouble! Monday Links Post

Oct 11 2011 Published by under Blogs and blogging

I was away for the long weekend (and we’re still on break today at my uni), and busy last week, and so I missed lots of interesting posts. Here are some links:

Rohan Maitzen of Open Letters Monthly read two romance novels (Chase and Heyer) and … didn’t like ‘em. Then she read another one (Anyone But You, by Jennifer Crusie) and … sort of liked it. She talks about her foray into romance reading here. (I commented over there.)

Liz, inspired in part by Rohan’s experience of reading romance, wrote The Uses and Abuses of Purple.

There’s yet another article trying to figure out why romance readers have embraced e-books, this time at The Guardian. I know, I know, it’s insulting that romance readers’ embrace of e-books is such a confounding mystery. But this one is not quite as bad as most others, as it focuses on the covers, which I frankly do think are embarrassing and often misleading, regardless of the creative and other skills required to produce them.

Over at Smart Bitches Trashy Books, Sarah Wendell is talking about her company, Simple Progress, which offers “online administration, consulting and custom marketing strategies for online media, specializing in the book publishing industry.” Very long, very heated thread, required reading for anyone interested in the way blogging and the publishing industry is changing. New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Crusie responds at great length to Sarah Wendell’s critics.

The Phantom Tollbooth is one of the Books that Changed My Life. Adam Gopnik has a 50 year reflection at The New Yorker. (Thanks to Liz for the pointer)

I noticed a new bookish Twitter handle, Book Riot (introductory post here), and followed it, and they linked to a blog I had never heard of, called Dead White Guys: An Irreverent Guide to Classic Literature. Book Riot is a “new literary blog providing comprehensive, short-form and reader-friendly news and information about reading” and Dead White Guys is… well, the name makes it pretty obvious.

Speaking of new literary ventures. USA Today launched a new romance blog, Happy Ever After. I noticed on Twitter a lot of support for the idea that a major national newspaper is devoting part of its online activities exclusively to romance.

Is this the future of the bricks and mortar bookstore? Indigo books of Canada is now branding books as a lifestyle instead of a product.

We had a great long weekend, with my older son’s U12 soccer team taking the tournament title. We stayed in Old Orchard Beach at the kind of beach motel some of you may recall from your youth, with ancient but clean rooms, happy kids running up and down the walkways at all hours, and a passenger train rattling your windows at 3:00am every morning. But spending time with friends and family, and being able to get to the beach in 5 seconds makes it all worthwhile. Here’s a sunrise picture (and given that I am absolute shit with the camera, just think how lovely it actually must have been!):

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Grouchy Review-ette: Trust Me On This, by Jennifer Crusie

Jan 09 2011 Published by under Reviews

Trust Me On This ((Bantam Loveswept #843) is the last of the Jennifer Crusie category romances, published first in 1997, and reissued in 2010. Click here for excerpt and buying info. Unlike virtually all of Crusie’s other categories, TMOT was not nominated for any awards. And I can see why. A brief review follows the cover images.

Original cover

2010 Reissue: there are no dogs in the book

Description: Dennie Banks is an investigative reporter chasing down the biggest story of her career. Alec Prentice is a government agent working undercover to catch an elusive grifter. When they meet by accident, it’s a case of mistaken identities at first sight. What they don’t mistake is the instant attraction they have for each other, an attraction they’ll do everything in their power to resist—because Dennie thinks that Alec is running interference for her interview subject, and Alec suspects that Dennie is linked to his swindler. As the confusion grows, so do their feelings for each other, and what begins as a romantic comedy of errors may just end in the love affair of a lifetime.

My reading of TMOT definitely suffered from being stretched over several days while I had a rough week, and from being my 7th Crusie category read in a row. But I still think it is the second worst, after Strange Bedpersons. The plot is not just implausible: it is insulting. We are supposed to believe that a fraud investigator tracks down a criminal in Ohio at a literature conference on the basis of the argument that “well, Ohio is the only state he hasn’t yet committed fraud in.” There was very little detecting, and a tissue thin plot involving a con artist.

The reader is asked to believe a reporter getting a story on a literature professor’s divorce will make her journalism career (naturally, it does). The heroine tracks this poor woman who has been jilted by her husband to an MLA type conference, harasses her, and when she can’t get her “big interview”, forges fake relationships with her close associates to rat her out, then calls her a coward and a fraud for refusing to bare her soul to some no name journalist, and the reader is supposed to cheer for her.

I have nothing to say about the FBI hero because … I can’t remember anything despite finishing the book two hours ago.

The development of their relationship is way more telling than showing. One thing that I have to bracket when reading virtually all Crusie romances is how unrealistic it is that two complete strangers would start bantering with each other, with a high enough level of comfort to know when the other person will realize they are kidding, serious, etc. It really bothered me in this one. The h/h declare their love after 72 hours together, despite spending 90% of their time under false identities. I felt there was not enough serious, honest interaction to provoke an HEA, not to mention for a second romance that was squeezed in.

I felt that other Crusie categories, which reached the “I love you sex scene” about 75-85% in, presented some left field conflicts to justify the last couple of chapters. But I longed for even the most manufactured conflict after reading TMOT, in which the heroine just leaves, ostensibly to strike out on her own, and, just as inexplicably, shows up again.

Yes, there were the one liners, but to me they felt very forced, and therefore not very funny.

Can you tell this did not work for me at all? Still, in my defense, I weighted the fact that it’s a Crusie and gave it three stars on Goodreads.

But I am in the minority on this one. It worked for a lot of others, so you should read these more balanced reviews before deciding whether to pick it up:

Keishon’s review at Avidbookreader

Book Books Everywhere

The Romance Reader (4 hearts)

Goodreads, average 3.41 stars

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Review (and discussion): The Cinderella Deal, by Jennifer Crusie

Jan 09 2011 Published by under Reviews

The Cinderella Deal was published in 1997, a Loveswept by Bantam (#807). It was a 1997 Rita Finalist for Best Short Contemporary Romance Novel and a 1997 Holt Medallion Finalist for Best Short Contemporary Romance Novel. It was reissued by Bantam in 2010. Click here for excerpt and buying info.

Original cover. Perfect!

The reissue. When Crusie covers go cutesy...

Not sure of origin of this cover. But it sux.

This book was a real surprise to me. It is Crusie’s second to last category romance, her 8th, if you count Sizzle, although in her author’s note, she says she wrote it third, after Sizzle and Manhunting. Although the setup is classic Crusie, it has a very different tone from all of the previous ones, much more serious and emotional. The book begins with our hero and heroine living in the same apartment building. Lincoln Blaise teaches at City U, but he yearns for better students and a lighter teaching load (don’t we all!!), so he applies for a job at a prestigious small liberal arts college where, implausibly, the job is his if only he can present a picture of domestic bliss. In desperation, he asks his neighbor, Daisy Flattery, to come with him to the final interview, posing as his fiancee. He figures he’ll just say they ended it after he gets the job.

Daisy the free spirit and Linc the ambitious academic are not an obvious match.  She’s a down on her luck artist and “storyteller” who channels Stevie Nicks, fashion wise. The sign on her door reads, “Stories Told, Ideas Illuminated. Unreal but not Untrue.”  Her rock and roller boyfriend moved out a few months ago, and she has sworn off men. Linc has no romantic ambitions whatsoever, and plans “never to live with a woman.” Unlike the Crusie heroes of the previous 6 categories, this is not because he is immature or a typical guy, but something more serious. Thanks in part to his own upbringing, he is extremely closed off emotionally, only allowing himself to feel strongly about his career.

Linc describes Daisy as a “nutcake”, and “Little House on the Prairie on acid”.  Daisy describes Linc as a “big dark haired guy in a suit. No sense of humor. Flares his nostrils a lot.” Linc “liked calm and control and quiet” while Daisy thinks “Color and contrast. … Clash. That is what life is all about.”

Daisy agrees to pose as Linc’s fiancee for the interview, for $1000 which she desperately needs. The parallel between Daisy and Cinderella is presented as obvious to the protagonists themselves, with Daisy saying:

“So you pick me up out of the gutter, and I get a new dress, and I pretend to be something I’m not, and then at midnight I run away and turn back into a pumpkin.” Her grin widened. “It’s a Cinderella story.”

“I guess so.” Whimsy was not Linc’s strong suit.

“And you get the job of your dreams and the time to finish your book.” She tilted her head. “I like this story. Everybody wins.”

But Daisy is under no illusions: “this may be a Cinderella deal,” Daisy told the cats, “but trust me, he’s no prince.”

There’s little witty banter, and the dislike between Daisy and Linc is a little less fun and more mean spirited at first than the other Crusie categories. And when Linc gets the job, and Daisy doesn’t see him for months, I could almost believe the book would end that way. But — in a plot advancement that turns the initial implausibility into sheer fairy tale — Linc has to actually get Daisy back and marry her to get a promotion.

Why would Daisy agree to this? Well, she had become attracted to the Cinderella story: having a lovely home, financial security, a man to care for, feeling connected and settled. Linc and Daisy are both presented as being in a rut. Each needs the other to bring them out of it. Linc needs the color and chaos, and Daisy needs a bit more control. Luckily Crusie has planted the seeds, in their growing attraction and glimmers of appreciation for each other, even after just a few days. Linc thinks, “She was sloppy and round and uncontrolled, and she brought warmth and chaos into his life, and he was having a hard time forgetting her.” And Daisy thinks, “I felt safe.”

The book actually gets a little heavy. It’s pretty depressing to watch Daisy build a life in Linc’s house, separate from him. Linc is just so cut off from human connection he doesn’t even realize Daisy has established relationships with all of their neighbors, as well as his own students and colleagues. Worse, Daisy “embarrasses” Linc all the time. Although he chases that thought with “Maybe that said a lot more about him than it did her”, it is still hard to read the hero feeling that way about the heroine so far into the book.

Daisy is getting what she wants out of the deal — she has the freedom to paint without financial worry –  but she feels she can’t really be herself with Linc, that she must always repress something, and not just her attraction to him.  Daisy thinks, “You have more right now than most women have ever dreamed of … don’t get greedy.” Crusie walks a very fine line between Linc’s control of Daisy and Daisy’s self control, and indeed, comes close in this book to telling the stereotypical romance story of the emotional, passive feminine woman who needs a rational, strong masculine man to correct her excesses. And it’s equally depressing to see Linc missing out on a complete life. He can only allow himself to enjoy Daisy’s warmth from a distance.

When they eventually give in to their attraction, almost near the end of the book, it’s a much more emotional scene than any of Crusie’s published books to that point. It’s not just sex, or even just the expression of love. It represents a crucial moment for Linc’s character, a moment when he gives himself permission to lose control and show Daisy everything he has been feeling for her. In the interest of full disclosure … I cried when I read it.

Here is what Crusie has to say in her reissue note:

I wrote The Cinderella Deal a long, long time ago, but it’s still one of my favorites because it was so hard to write and I learned so much writing it. I’d written six romantic comedies before this one and in all the commentary on them, there was one recurring theme: my stories were a little . . . cold. More comedy than romance; no heart, no soul. That was a fair assessment; if there was one thing I’d learned in my creative writing classes it was to avoid melodrama, to never be sentimental, to go for irony and detachment whenever possible because otherwise I’d get killed in the critiques. But I think I knew all along I was wimping out, that if I’d had any backbone, I’d have gone first for the hearts and not the brains of my readers, so I decided that for my first book for Bantam, I’d try something new, something different. Hearts would be touched, tears would be shed. By God, I was going to be emotional.

As a romance reader, I would rate The Cinderella Deal pretty highly, even though it is not the romp Crusie is known for. But as an academic, this is the top Crusie category on my list. I think she is doing so many interesting things here with the Cinderella story, the genre, and the idea of story and indeed art itself. I didn’t spend any time on this, but a pervasive theme is the way Daisy looks at the world in terms of story. Sometimes the story veers closer to the truth, sometimes further away, but it is all a matter of degree. The relationship between truth and reality is complicated by the recognition of the role of narrative in creating both.

In terms of genre, in the consummation scene, Crusie inverts the meaning of “bodice ripping”, as the heroine demands that the hero do it, in order to satisfy her sexual desire. Daisy is wearing one of her costumy dresses, a green velvet thing:

She twisted against him, needing to be naked against him. “Rip it,” she told him through her teeth. “Rip it off.” He slid his fingers into the neck of her dress, and she felt his fist against her breasts, felt his fingers slide into her cleavage, and she shuddered with bone-deep pleasure. then he yanked hard on the old velvet and it split all the way down to her thighs, and the rush of cool air on her naked body was wonderful.

In “This is Not Your Mother’s Cinderella: The Romance Novel as Feminist Fairy Tale”*, Crusie argues that “there is something in the fairy tale that resonates in the romance even though the tales must be extensively revised to satisfy their female audience” (51). What is that something?

Crusie explains that fairy tale heroines lack both status and love. But the lack is always overcome, usually by magic, and she rises in status as she secures a marriage that provides both security and love forever after. although the HEA is an obvious similarity, Crusie thinks that the “deep structure” which fairy tales and romances have in common is this:

the fairy tale assures the reader that warmth and love are the rewards that a good woman gets naturally. She does not have to earn the reward; in fact, she can sit in the ashes and still get her prince. (55)

Here is how it works in romance:

The romance heroine pursues a worthy goal and achieves it on her own while the romance plot runs in tandem with her quest; therefore, the romance is something the heroine achieves inadvertently while working to win her external goal. She doesn’t have to earn her hero’s love; she gets it as a freebie, unconditionally, because she is intrinsically worthy of being loved, and her worth is demonstrated to the reader by the way she conducts her quest. Her hero doesn’t love her because she wins; he loves her because of the person she is.

This is what makes the fairy tale Cinderella, and the heroine of The Cinderella Deal “sisters under the skin.”

And it is why, according to Crusie, romance heroes can’t be fatally flawed”: they must, as in the traditional fairy tale structure, be able to offer something that raises the heroine’s status. What Linc offers Daisy in terms of status — marriage, home, financial security — is obvious.

Crusie writes:

The generic fairy tale theme is embedded so strongly in the structure and motif of the genre … [it is:] society is emotionally just and good, and therefore a woman will be rewarded with unconditional love is she remains true to herself (and her culture’s concept of a heroine).

Crusie uses the example of rape in the genre to defend this point. Rapes became less common in the genre from the 1970s to the 1990s because society became less tolerant of rape, in particular less tolerant of rape within relationships, or between known parties. Yet, in both a “rape romance” of the 1970s, and a romance of the 1990s, you had the same underlying structure: the heroine’s goodness will win her everything (56).

Making the connection between Crusie’s essay and The Cinderella Deal explicit, Crusie quotes Luthi (Luthi, Max. Once Upon a Time: On the Nature of Fairy Tales. New York: Indiana UP, 1970.):

“Fairy tales are unreal, but they are not untrue: they reflect the essential development and conditions of man’s existence.”

Crusie notes that many women are both attracted to and repelled by traditional fairy tales. In particular, they reject that the female protagonist’s situation is resolved by magic or a handsome prince: something outside their own agency. While they can’t change the fundamental structure of the fairy tale on which their genre is based, romance writers can “revise it”. They revise “the detail without altering the central truth of emotional justice, thereby coupling the resonance of the story with the satisfaction of getting it right this time.” (57) In particular,

while there is always a prince, and the heroine always wins his devotion. … the romance delivers more, promising the modern reader that she will win love only if she remains true to herself — active and passionate.

This post is already way too long, so I won’t say too much more. But I want to point out a tension within Crusie’s argument. On the one hand, emotional justice sounds like an objective moral concept, whether that objectivity comes from society or the stars or God. On the other, “being true to yourself” may or may not be a moral concept, depending on what that self is. And whatever it is, “being true to yourself” is pretty subjective. So there are two claims here, one that the heroine must be “good” in an objective sense (and again, “objective” could mean society based), and the other that she need only be “active and true to herself”, which, unless we want to assume all women are essentially good, is compatible with all kinds of bad. I think if we want to understand Crusie’s point we need to cash out “emotional justice” and that’s what I plan to try to do for this project.

*Crusie Smith, Jennifer, “This is Not Your Mother’s Cinderella”, in Romantic Conventions, edited by Anne K. Kaler and Rosemary Johnson-Kurek, Bowling Green, OH: Bowling Green State University Popular Press, 1999.

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Review and CONTEST: Anyone But You, by Jennifer Crusie

Jan 04 2011 Published by under Reviews

Anyone But You (click here for excerpt and buying info) is Crusie’s 5th book. It represents a shift for her from the Temptation line to the (short lived?) Love and Laughter Line.

I loved this book so much that I want to give a copy away. Alas, it is out of print (hey, TPTB: Can we get a reissue? Please?!) so the winner has a choice of (a) a digital version, or (a) a used version. Leave a comment by midnight EST on Thursday to enter.

1996 MIRA reissue

Anyone But You was was a Library Journal Best Book of 1996, RRA-L List Best Series Novel of 1996 and Best Romantic Comedy of 1996, an Under The Covers 1996 Readers’ Favorite Award for Best Series Romance, and a 1997 Holt Medallion Finalist for Best Short Contemporary Romance Novel. I’m kind of shocked it did not even merit a RITA nomination.

Help me out: would it have been up for a RITA in 1996 or 1997? According to Romancewiki, in 1996 the short contemp winner was Single Dad by Jennifer Greene, and in 1997 the winner was Cowboy Pride by Anne McCallister, with two of Crusie’s books (The Cinderella Deal and Charlie All Night) nominated.

Ok, enough trivia. Anyone But You is actually a very simple story: Nina Askew is a 40 year old woman who has recently left her life as “Mrs. Empire”, with an “overambitious ex-husband and overpriced suburban castle.” She is now living in a modest apartment and working as an editor, and she couldn’t be more pleased. She decides to adopt a frisky puppy and ends up with Fred, the dog on the cover above:

there was only one dog in the cage, and it was midsized and depressed, too big for her apartment and too melancholy for her state of mind. … The dog had huge bags under his dark eyes, and hunched shoulders, and a white coat blotched with what looked like giant liver spots. He sat on the damp concrete like a bulked up vulture and stared at her, not barking.

Naturally, Nina adopts Fred. She trains him to go outside using the fire escape, and in doing so attracts the attention of her very hot downstairs neighbor. Alex Moore is an E.R. doc, but his family of specialists (a neurosurgeon mom, heart surgeon dad, obgyn brother, etc.) want him to do more. He dates, but he doesn’t want marriage or kids. And he’s 30.

Anyone But You is often called groundbreaking, and that must be due mostly to the age of the heroine combined with the relative youth of the hero, because Cruise had already written two heroines who had been married prior to meeting the hero (Getting Rid of Bradley and What the Lady Wants). I also think the fact that Nina doesn’t want kids — “I’m just not the maternal type” — and that this is part of the basis for love between the hero and heroine, rather than an internal or external conflict to be overcome — was and is very rare.

Here’s how Alex sees Nina for the first time:

When she took two cans of soda out of the fridge and put the mugs and cans in front of him on the round oak table, he saw her face clearly for the first time, the tiny lines around her dark yes, the softness in her face. She was [his brother's] age, maybe a little older. Her face looked settled, not serene exactly, but not the searching, anxious look that Debbie’s face had. She looked wonderful and comfortable and centered in herself, and he wanted to tell her so, but he stopped in time. She might think it was a pass.

Which it would be, come to think of it …

Nina and Alex become friends, watching old movies together, while they continue to try to date other people. Nina worries that she is not young or attractive enough for Alex, and after they finally consummate their attraction, she worries that she is too recently divorced for another relationship. Nina’s hysterical adventures with “the Incredibra”, which dog Fred falls in love with, are worth reading this book for alone.

Alex wanted Nina from the minute he laid eyes on her, but first he was a bit intimidated by her, then didn’t want to ruin their friendship, and finally he worried that he wasn’t serious enough about his career to make her happy.

The last issue is one that only crops up after consummation, and it provided a barrier to the HEA in the last 15% of the book. That Alex could seriously believe Nina wanted to move back to the tony neighborhood and lifestyle she left after he spent so much time with her was the only part of the book that didn’t work for me.

Virtually every Crusie category deals with the issue of how careerism and wealth accumulation fits in to a good life inclusive of romantic love. While the heroines on the surface reject “the American dream”, in favor of apartment living, artsy clothing and chipped Fiestaware, the tension remains that in every case they end up financially quite well off by most standards. It’s a tension I can live with, but the contrast between Nina’s ex and Alex was too much of a stretch to believe.

Alex describes himself as “cruising through life and the video store”. Really? That’s how he got through med school and residency? Nina describes him as “immature and unfocused.” Really? That’s how he works an E.R.? While I believed that Alex’s family could put pressure on him, the idea that, from Nina’s or society’s point of view, an E.R. doc represents the rejection of ambition in favor of living the simple life was too much of a stretch. Often careers are supposed to serve as tokens of personality in category romances. I get that. But then don’t make the hero a doctor.

Ok, so enough of the analysis and criticism. I loved, loved, loved this book. First of all, it is screamingly funny, in both dialogue and situations. Here’s Nina’s friend talking about her own ex:

“I caught him in bed with his secretary”, Charity said. “I don’t think she was taking dictation. Not with what she had in her hand.”

Nina on her mother:

“I have a mother,” Nina said, not wanting to discuss it. “She’s not interested in children. She gave birth to us and then we took it from there.”

Nina eyeing herself in the mirror when she first puts on the Incredibra:

Her breasts had never been this high. Nobody’s breasts had ever been this high. Incredibras had so much lift they could get Fred off the ground. Well, that was good. And all that red confused the eye. She could get away with it.

If you like sexual tension, it is absolutely smoking hot. The scene when they break down and give in was one of the best – and funniest –  I have ever read.  I dare you not to fall in love with both Nina and Alex. It is a total pleasure joining them on the journey to their HEA. There’s a cute subplot involving a memoir, eventually called Jane Errs, about the erotic misadventures of Nina’s friend Charity, which Nina tries to get her uptight editor to publish. But mostly Anyone But You is a warm, sexy, funny, and wonderful story. I loved it.

Contest: Just leave a comment before Thursday at midnight EST.

PS. I was tempted to ask people to come clean about their experiences with Incredibra-type devices, but I don’t want to prevent the shy readers, the male readers, or the liberated readers who would never in a million years try such a thing from taking part.

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Review: Charlie All Night, by Jennifer Crusie

Jan 02 2011 Published by under Reviews

Charlie All Night is Crusie’s fifth series romance, Harlequin Temptation #570 (1996). CaN will be reissued later this month. Click here for more info, including excerpt. It was a RITA finalist for Best Short Contemporary.

Digital buying note: You can get Charlie All Night on Kindle for $4 but, if you can stand the sometimes funky formatting of Kindle bundles, a much better deal is $9.99 for Getting Rid of Bradley, Strange Bedpersons, What the Lady Wants and Charlie All Night.

The 2011 Reissue cover

Reissue

the original cover

Not sure about date of this cover

CaN opens dramatically, with our heroine, radio producer Alice “Allie” McGuffey marching into a bar to pick up someone, anyone. A flashback takes us to that morning, when Allie strode into work, her usual confident self, and was summarily fired from her highly prized “morning drive time” show by DJ and ex boyfriend Mark. Worse, she was replaced as producer (and Mark’s lover) by a young woman who recently came to the station as Allie’s intern. Allie only hooked up with Mark for “efficiency’s” sake, and her challenge will be to learn there is more to life than her job.

Rejecting the “suits”, Allie sits next to a “thug”, described in a way that immediately identifies him as a Crusie hero:

His dark blond hair was shaggy over his collar, and his brown leather jacket had seen better days, but he was big and clean, and most of all, he made a nice contrast to all the charcoal suits that looked like Mark. …  He had the kind of face that the big, good natured kids in the back of the high-school English class always have, slightly dopey and comfortable.

Crusie heroes are rarely, if ever, extremely good looking in a movie star sense. Indeed, at least in these early categories, their “comfortable” looks are contrasted sharply with the handsomeness of the heroine’s other suitors (past and present). Even the heroes in Crusie novels dislike the conventionally attractive man, as this thought from Charlie about Mark makes clear:

A male-model type … Tall, dark, and handsome, if you liked really pretty men. Very expensive suit. Toothpaste grin.

Crusie heroines, too, tend to be “warm and round”, have short curly hair, and wear loose flowery clothing. In appearance they are very feminine. In contrast to beauty norms that require women to achieve hard, muscle bound physiques, Crusie heroes are turned on when their fingers sink into heroine flesh. Charlie approvingly describes Allie as “as well-upholstered as the couch. A comfortable woman. A woman without angles or sharp bones or –”. It’s a common sign of love in Cruise novels (and indeed, across the subgenre of contemporary romance) that the hero finds the heroine deeply attractive at moments when the general population would not:

she had her hair yanked back in a ponytail, which made her face more moonlike than usual, and there were bags under her eyes as if she hadn’t been sleeping, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup for some reason, and he’d never wanted a woman more in her life.

Charlie, it turns out, is a new temp DJ on the 10:00pm-2:00am shift, and Allie is his new producer. Charlie actually has no experience in radio. He is there because Bill the station owner received a threatening letter, and Charlie’s father — good friends with Bill — sent him to check it out “undercover”. I personally found this plot completely underwhelming. Charlie has neither detective experience nor radio experience, yet we are supposed to believe his is phenomenal at both. Although, in fairness, he does laughably little detecting. What really bothered me about the “mystery” angle was how tissue thin it was, and how underdeveloped. It created a conflict between Charlie and Allie that felt fake and forced.

Charlie’s character is also not very compelling. Like the Crusie heroes of her previous four categories, he is allergic to romantic commitment, but unlike them, he is allergic to any kind of commitment at all, be it to a place or a job. This is due to his overbearing father (who never appears in the book), but I felt it was unmotivated, and the switch he makes to wanting to settle down and be a radio star wasn’t convincing, perhaps because Charlie never had to work for any of it. He is a natural at radio (he’s never sat in the DJ booth yet doesn’t even need a single lesson), he solves the mystery with no effort, and Allie, who should have been furious at Charlie for sleeping with her, indeed living with her, for weeks under false pretenses forgives him practically on the spot.

This was a reread for me, and I found it “meh” the second time around. Of course, there’s really good writing, funny scenes, and witty dialogue, and it is interesting in genre terms for two reasons as Crusie describes:

Crusie Writing Note: The through-line for this book began when I read that today people assume they’ll be sleeping together by the third date. I am not a prude (see my books), but it did occur to me that three dates don’t give people much of a chance to get to trust each other. So I wrote a proposal in which the hero and heroine sleep together the first night they meet and begin a casual affair only to become platonic friends and then fall in love, so I could write the difference between great sex without love and great sex with love. My editor, Birgit Davis-Todd, told me to give it a shot and if the sexual tension was still in place, I could do the book that way. When I turned the finished manuscript in, she said, “It works,” and I got to do the book the way I wanted (this is why I loved working for Birgit). And since so many people have asked me, nobody at Harlequin blinked about the heroine’s best friend being gay. In fact, it was never discussed at all; we were too busy worrying about sexual tension and the legalization of marijuana to talk about non-issues.

I think CaN does a great job in portraying the different meanings of sex at different stages of a relationship. The book also does a good job maintaining the sexual tension, although I don’t know if it is cheating that half way through the book, Allie and Charlie have an on-air bet that they can stay celibate for a month.

EDITED TO ADD: It just occurred to me that this would be an especially difficult trick in a Harlequin series title, because “vanilla” penetrative sex is the ultimate sex act in those narratives. In erotic romance, sexual intercourse may start out “vanilla”, but “progress” to levels that society considers more daring or requiring of more trust, like anal sex, BSDM, menage, fetishes like voyeurism or exhibitionism, etc.

Crusie heroes and heroines have very little internal dialogue (Thank God. This is often where contemporary category romances leave me cold.). They are not particularly introspective or reflective. Someone even says of Charlie in this book, “he’s not deep” and it is true. So they need to have their emotional growth displayed somehow, and it is usually in dialogue with friends.

In this case, the confidante is a gay man. I admit to being a little uncomfortable with the whole “my gay best friend” thing: you know, gay men as accessories for self-centered heterosexual woman (Carrie Bradshaw, I am looking at you.) Teen Vogue described the Gay BFF as a “must have item” in 2010, and there is now a Sundance channel docu-series Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys.  Here is Jessanne Collins at Salon on the Gay BFF fad. I don’t think Crusie comes anywhere close to the kind of fetishizing seen in Teen Vogue or SATC, but gay friend Joe is described as — and is — perfect. Maybe that’s how it had to be in 1997 to combat negative societal impressions, I don’t know, but it made him more of a poster child for gaydom than a real character to me.

Overall, a solid read, but not my favorite Crusie.

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Review: What the Lady Wants, by Jennifer Crusie

Dec 31 2010 Published by under Reviews

Back cover gets the hero's last name completely wrong

What the Lady Wants (excerpts and buying info here) was published in June 1995, and was named 1995 AOL Best Category Romance Novel (Remember AOL?)
Literary Times Outstanding Contemporary for 1995.

Here are some of Crusie’s notes:

Original Title: Whatever MaeBelle Wants

Writing Note: This book was born when an editor and I discovered we both loved the Thin Man films, and I started wondering how Nick and Nora might have met. After that, I lost my grip on the original idea as usual, but it was a fun way to begin. I almost cut the pipeline scene, because it didn’t move the plot or develop character, but wiser heads prevailed.

The book opens in classic detective movie fashion: the private eye sitting at his messy desk in a seedy part of town, the sweltering heat, the hot babe who strolls in asking for help. He’s one paycheck away from bankruptcy and she’s trouble, but attractive trouble, so before he knows it, Mitch Peatwick is off and running as Mae Sullivan’s boy Friday. Mae’s Uncle Armand has died, and she thinks he’s been murdered. Luckily, Armand kept a diary which should be chock full of cluses, but of course it’s gone missing. Mae hires Mitch to help her find it.

Of course, nothing is as it seems. Armand died in his sleep, and Mitch is actually a stock broker pretending to be a detective on a bet. But there is lots of money at stake, the Sullivan family is quite terrifying, Mae’s ex husband shows up, there’s a beautiful mistress named Stormy Weather, and a genuine, if slightly goofy, mystery surrounding the diary and what it may reveal. Mae and Mitch’s attitude towards marriage, the overcoming of which is the main obstacle to love for both of them, are made clear in chapter one:

Mitch: “You’re thirty-four?”

Mae: “I’m thirty-four.”

Mitch: “You don’t look thirty-four.”

“That’s because I’m not married.” Mae’s smile felt as if it were set in concrete. “Marriage tends to age a woman.”

“Doesn’t do much for a man, either.”

“Actually it does. Married men live longer than single men.”

“It just seems longer.” He leaned back in his chair and surveyed her with patent cynicism.

Mae’s family is actually pretty interesting. When she was young, her parents died in a car crash and she was sent to live with her Uncle Armand, a real bastard — by which I mean a recognizably real one, not the sinister eeeevil fake kind. The housekeepers are her surrogate parents, and Mae just wants to find the missing money to help take care of them (“they raised me. They need me. they count on me. I owe them.”). I’m finding a consistent antagonism to accumulating wealth for wealth’s sake in early Crusie, making Mae’s noble goal consistent with this author’s moral universe. All of the characters, from Mae’s brutish, lustful cousin Carlo, to her cold, “fish eyed” Uncle Claud are fun to meet.

There are gunshots, but never any real danger, and the tone is quite zippy and light throughout. Trademark Crusie, many scenes have several talky characters coming in and out, slapsticky action taking place, interruptions, talking while trying to do other things, bam bam bam pacing.

Mitch’s back story is less interesting: he became a detective almost a year ago on a dare, and if he ends the year in the black, he will have won the bet. He’s mostly just a really good guy. To be honest, neither Mae nor Mitch has much growing up to do outside of jettisoning their wrong ideas about love so they can fall in love with each other. Mae had been married once (older heroine, has a real romantic past) and now swears off love, while Mitch is allergic to commitment for no apparent reason (“I think marriage is sacred, which is why I never do it.”).

Like many Crusie heroes, Mitch’s only flaw is immaturity about love and woman. He spouts biological theories as to why men must “explore the West” (a funny euphemism for sleeping with a lot of women) and women always want to settle down. His “perfect” woman is always available for sex and never argues. They begin by being strongly attracted to one another, but, certain that’s a bad idea, they move towards love almost by accident.

A persistent theme in this book is the tension between being interdependent and being dependent. Mae thinks, “for me, love is a partnership”, and even Mitch knows that “Mae would go ballistic at the thought of anyone taking care of her”. Eventually Mitch abandons the librarian fantasy, recognizing the benefit of  loving “somebody who would meet him toe to toe, for the rest of his life, on her own terms.” Mae learns to separate unhealthy dependence from healthy interdependence, too: “It was the way he took care of her by not taking care of her, the way he trusted her to take care of herself.”

I enjoyed this one. I liked both Mae and Mitch, I thought the plot was interesting and funny without being ridiculous, the sexual tension was definitely there, and Mae and Mitch grew from like to love in a believable way.

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