Reality versus Romanticism in Fiction
Romanticism:
The state
or quality of being romantic.
Romantic: Given to thoughts or feelings of
romance.
When I
jumped at a chance to write a guest post on Lee’s blog, I had no idea I'd be set an essay question…jeesh. Anyway, I’ve
given the matter some thought and this is my take on this brain-twister of a
topic.
Ever since
I stumbled across my first Victoria Holt novel in the school library many, many
years ago, I’ve been a sucker for a good romance. I’m one of life’s daydreamers
and I like a novel that can take me away from bills, the price of petrol in the
UK and what to make for dinner for under £2.06. Having said that, I’m also a
reader who likes my books grounded in some sort of reality.
My pet
peeves in romance include love at first sight and perfect characters. Give me
lust at first sight and I’m happy and give me real people with sharp edges, broken dreams and issues. I can’t be
doing with excessive mooshiness. I read an m/f romance once that ended with the
dashing hero arranging for the local peasantry to ski down the local
mountainside at night carrying blazing torches so that his girlie could be
impressed by the spectacle. It was one romantic gesture too far for me. A
romantic gesture, to me, is a cup of tea brought upstairs in the morning, a
brave smile when life is crap and a goodnight kiss.
I try to
reflect my views on romanticism as much as I can when I’m writing. I try to
remember that I’m writing about real people with problems and quirks. All right,
they may not fart in bed or clip their toenails in the living room, but they’re
stubborn, bad-tempered or too quiet for their own good. I love weaving reality
into my romances. I love reading romances with real people.
So,
there’s my essay. Did I pass, Lee?
I'll say! Thank you so much for not including the nail clipping scenes in your books! I like fantasy in my fiction, and a touch of reality. Blend it right and you've got a reader for life in me!
The silence left by the end of
the music was broken by the soft clunk of the station’s heating system kicking
in for the night. Paul’s leg brushed against mine. Without wine to dull the
heat, I crossed my legs and tried not to think what his closeness was doing to
me. I struggled for something to say.
“Thanks
for the curry.” It seemed as good a start as any.
“My
pleasure.” He shifted beside me until our shoulders touched. “It’s nice to cook
for someone. It’s not really worth just cooking for myself. Do you cook?”
“A
bit, but it’s fairly basic stuff.I’ve been known to open a tin or two and heat
the contents up.”
Paul
laughed. “You’ll have to show me what you can do.”
“All
right, I will, one of these days.”
He
slid his arm across the back of the settee. “I’ll hold you to that.”
I
fought the urge to edge closer.
Paul
moved until the gap between us disappeared. I felt his hand, light on my hair.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
The
hesitancy in his voice took me by surprise. He was no longer the station boss.
He was just a man, finding his way.
“No,
I don’t mind at all.”
“It’s
been a long time since I’ve really enjoyed someone’s company”—Paul curled his
fingers into my hair—“the way I enjoy yours.”
I
wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me. “I enjoy your company, too.” I
turned to face him.
Paul’s
eyes were veiled in the twilight of the room. He glided his fingers over my
skin, bringing them to rest on either side of my face. He leaned close, his
lips parted.
I twisted my fingers into his
hair and kissed him, sliding my tongue along the curl of his lower lip until
his mouth opened beneath mine. Everything throbbed. Everything ached.
“Oh…Jesus…Michael.” Paul sighed,
his breath warm on my lips. He rested his forehead against mine. “Talk about
still waters.”
That is why I adore your books. It's not fluff. You write about a developing relationship grounded in reality.
ReplyDeleteI actually won Orion Rising in a contest and have read it already. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteYvette
Guys, please...my ego...it expands...
ReplyDeleteThank you both for stopping by and for the book love.
I tried to write fluff and failed dismally. It's much more fun to write about real life.
Yvette, I'm so glad you enjoyed 'Orion Rising'. Thank you.