This will be a first for me – as I’m not a ‘list’ person.
Sure, I was exposed to David Letterman’s Top 10 – when I wandered past the TV a decade ago and someone was watching – so I know lists can be quirky, funny and sarcastic (all admirable qualities, I might add). I’ve noticed these qualities have carried over into the blog-world (for example) but lists are traditionally – just not…me.
But what the hell…I’ll give it a go – what do I have to lose except my self-respect?
Go ahead…say it. I know you wanna…
I have a Kindle.
insert fanfare here?
I also have an Amazon Prime account – one of the perks of which is the Kindle First program. Each month or so, I get an email from Amazon with 4 books to choose from which are soon to be released to the general public, and Amazon lets me read one of these books for free. I’m always up for free literature.
Normally, I pick something science-fiction, fantasy, paranormal or thriller – as those are the genres I enjoy the most.
This month – Amazon allowed us to pick 2 of the 4, instead of just a single…but the only thing close to my favorite genres was a ghost-story. So, on a whim, I also selected a contemporary romance.
This shall henceforth be known as Mistake #1
I haven’t read a contemporary bodice-ripper for decades – not since I got bored with the never-changing flowery phrasing and formulaic plots spun out over and over again. I did indulge in paranormal romances when they first hit the shelves, as they were a fresh take on an old style – but even they quickly fell into rote patterning. After all, how often do wolves, vampires or psychics find themselves in a meet&f*ck situation?
Anyone can write a contemporary romance – all you need is the right combination of words to inflict on your reading audience. To find these phrases…all you need to do is read one.
It doesn’t matter how you pick your template – close your eyes and grab a spine, consult the psychic down the street, ask your Facebook friends for a good title, etc… – I guarantee that within the pages of your selected reading material the ‘romance combination’ will be displayed.
You’d think, given the 20 or so odd years it’s been since I picked up a trashy novel, that someone would have come up with at least a few phrases that haven’t been done to death.
Here are the worst offenders:
10-Velvet Shaft/Pillar of Manhood/Pulsing Length
OK – so my first pick is three phrases…and I could have added a shit-ton more, mostly references to swords, pikes, daggers, or other weapons of warmongering. You know what I NEVER see this dangly bit of male flesh called? A Penis.
I have to ask the romance authors of the world: what is wrong with calling the ‘Throbbing Python of Love’ a Penis? It’s not some mystical talisman or magical weapon – it’s a body part. Granted, it’s a body part that’s not often shown in public, but every male has one of these tucked into their boxers, so they’re pretty damn common.
I’m surprised every romance book doesn’t come with a complementary pair of oven mitts to safely handle the pages, as everything in this genre has the potential to burst into metaphysical flame. I have to lay the blame for this one squarely on the heads of the Catholic Church – everything in a romance novel is
>Hot< >Steamy< >Smoldering< >Blistering< >Incendiary<
It’s painfully obvious these are references to the fire and brimstone landscape of Hell – which is where these novel heroines are destined to go, as they participate -WILLINGLY- in premarital sex.
8-‘Chiseled’ body parts
I’ve noticed that every romance hero has the body of a Greek God – hard, solid, precise, and carved from cold marble. From descriptors of ‘His chiseled jawline,’ down to ‘His chiseled, rock-hard abs,’ to the ‘buns of sculpted steel,’ everything on this perfect specimen of manhood is the result of a quick trip down to the statuary. It HAS to be the balance for all that smoldering – cold stone is the only thing that keeps your novel from spontaneous combustion.
6-The Wonder-Wardrobe Ensemble
WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much care is paid to our leading character’s wardrobes. Multiple pages of text are dedicated to what they are wearing – everything from Accessories to types of Zippers. Sometimes they dedicate an entire chapter solely to underthings.
(I’ll bet THEY never have my brassiere problems…)
I understand wanting to set the scene in the eyes and mind of the reader, but I couldn’t tell you how an Armani suit differs from one you can buy at the average Men’s Warehouse (aside from the price tag), or what makes a Jimmy Choo shoe a Jimmy Choo shoe.
And why does your average romance starlet (who is usually struggling to make ends meet until her Prince Charming comes along with his rock hard wallet of cold cash to sweep her into the fairytale ending) always have a friend who has this wonder-wardrobe available in her (let’s make Barbie jealous) size?
It’s every romance character’s goal – getting to the gates of paradise with their beloved. Paradise is over-rated. A place where everything’s perfect? Nothing goes wrong? Everyone is exquisitely dressed, groomed, and smoldering happily-ever-after?
Take a look at the number of drug rehab centers and celebrity photos of notables in compromising positions, and tell me that having everything you ever wanted at your beck and call equals happiness?
I’ve heard it over and over again (usually when the neighbor-lady has her boyfriend spend the night) – the heroine screams her man’s name as her body shatters into a million pieces of blissful release.
Ummm…breaking into little tiny pieces is really BAD for the human body…
It’s at the end of every novel. Our heroine is reminiscing with her best friend (the owner of the Wonder-Wardrobe), missing the good times and great sex, but planning to doggedly get on with this thing called life. Our hero, in the meantime, has had an Epiphany. He appears without any prior notice – his apology a ring with a rock so large it has its own gravity well, presented in a dramatic/down on one Armani-clad knee/sober and heartfelt request for the hand of the woman he now realizes he loves. Naturally, our heroine bursts into tears while heaving out a ‘yes, yes, yes!’ between sobs of gratitude. A cluster of friends will be on standby to cheer, and at least 2 should have a handkerchief which will be pressed delicately to catch the tears of joy.
A more realistic approach would be to knee him in the Pillar of Manhood, and tell him to go f*ck up someone else’s life.
2-Oh…and while we’re on the ‘Heaving’ subject…
When I was growing up…heaving was a bad thing. Visions of being far too close to the business end of a toilet are dancing through my head right now (you’re welcome…) but in your typical romance novel, the heroine’s chest must heave at LEAST once per chapter…more if they’re coming up to the big sex scene.
1-And speaking of the big sex scene…
Have these writers ever HAD sex?
Maybe I’m just doing it wrong, but I’ve NEVER had an encounter half as spectacular as those depicted – blow by blow, every lick, suck, bite, caress, stroke, and orgasm dutifully recorded – in today’s romances.
Anyone wanna prove me wrong 😉