Thursday, October 6, 2011

Unwrapping: THE ROMANCE NOVEL - A LITTLE AT A TIME

     While surfing the web, I came across this remark written by Cynthia, a reviewer at A Romance Review:

     "By the early seventeenth century, romance novels and writers had become the favorite subject of satirists and moralists. Female readers were often called foolish for reading romances instead of more worthy texts. It has been suggested that women chose romances in spite of the condemnation they faced. An obvious preference for the romance novel was displayed even though other reading material was available to them...such as herbals, texts on household management or devotional texts. All of these would have been a great deal easier for women to obtain and would not have caused as much consternation amongst critics.

     The idea of romance as a feminine genre is mainly a construct originating from concerns about the dangers these novels might pose to impressionable minds of literate middle class women. Heinrich Bullinger expressed his disapproval of romances in his book titled The Christian State of Matrimony translated by Miles Coverdale in 1541. His anxieties were based on humanist educational programs emphasizing that the gift of literacy, given by God to humans, should be used to read “godly” works. The fact that His gift was being used to read the less-than-holy works written by those of an opposing moral character was unacceptable. Premises based on the belief that women are easily influenced and romances promote less restrictive modes of behaviour and may induce sexually unruly behaviour in women. "

     WHAT? REALLY?!

     It's difficult for me, as a woman raised in the age feminism and so-called equality to reconcile the thoughts of men (and women) before the sexual revolution.  I realize that this is the way it was once upon time and not so far back that some of us have mothers and grandmothers who remember pushing hard against the restrictions placed on them by a predominately male society but really now - it might induce sexually unruly behavior in women?! I thought that was what men wanted from their wives and mistresses - or was it just their mistresses?

     The curious thing about early romance writings, and yes, there were many,  was that they were written primarily by men. Shakespeare's plays were flowery and romantic whether comedy or tragedy but the women in them, if they did not meet a tragic end, usually at one point or another had their reputations questioned by the society that surrounded them. Take MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, a comedy filled with jokes, jesters, courtship, romance and love yet the menace-filled Prince John, in order to cause discourse, attempted to destroy the virginal Hero's reputation by accusing her of adultery on the eve of her wedding to Leonato.  This was a common theme among the writings of the men penning the romances which is probably a good reason that women began to take pen in hand.



      I imagine Jane Austen read her share of early novels such as Henry Fielding's THE HISTORY OF TOM JONES, A FOUNDLING (one of the earliest works to be considered a novel published in 1749) or perhaps even hid a copy of John Cleland's MEMOIRS OF A WOMAN OF PLEASURE (aka FANNY HILL which was one of the most banned books in history) under her mattress. Not that she actually did or did she? Since she led a life of simplicity and under societal rules of conduct, near seclusion from the world of social interaction with men, where else was she going to learn about romance? Books, of course, as did nearly every young female in England, on the Continent and in the New World.

      If she read them, I am sure that Ms. Austen found these novels written by men offensive and degrading for they depicted woman as either saints or sinners. The women with whom Fielding had Tom Jones cavort with in his novel were either prostitutes or women who cared nothing for their reputations or in a few cases, their marriages. As for poor Fanny Hill in Cleland's novel, we all know how she tried to be a good girl but once caught by the temptations of the flesh sank lower and lower in society until she had no reputation left to defend and just decided to go with and have fun. Scenes of brutal retribution dealt to less reputable women were common plot devices in early novels and so it was this kind of writing that men feared that if women read it they would be pulled into the same kind of degradation. So then, why did they write them in the first place? Simply put, it was okay for men to be entertained by the sordid side of life and to imagine their own fantasies when it came to their sex life but not okay for women. 


   


    Remember poor Fanny Hill!
    Hmmmph!


   



    Thankfully, Ms. Austen wasn't deterred and wrote her stories of what romance was like for women of her own class. Even with societal mores getting in the way at times, it was possible to meet someone, fall in love and survive even the worst attempts to keep them apart. So began the idea of a romance novel being about the relationship and romantic love between two people with a happily ever after ending. At least until women really began to use their imaginations ...

     The Victorian era saw women begin to write in abundance. They formed book clubs and writing clubs much to their husbands' and fathers' chagrin. Along came the introduction of Gothic-themed romances featuring hauntings, murders and brooding Heathcliffe type heroes. The women in the stories remained virginal until their wedding nights, of course, even as the men took their leave to visit other women but in the end either love prevailed or they died from unrequited love. The point was that women writers were beginning to expand and grow in their craft and the women in society, even as staid a society as the Victorian era, were beginning to read and they read what they wished.

     As the world emerged from the devastation of a Great Depression, two World Wars and the great loss of lives that accompanied them all, women began emerging from their homesteads to get educations, jobs and marriages where they hoped they would be respected for their thoughts and opinions. Well, that respect thing took a little longer and we're actually still working on it but the rest pulled women into society in a way that men had to accept or get out of their way. The ideal of WWII's Rosie the Riveter had shown women they didn't need a man to tag along behind anymore.





     Romance novels still remained an escapism for women, even educated women despite some academic critics saying that romance novels were marketed toward audiences of limited educational backgrounds and bored housewives. Although, I fear there are still some today in the 21st Century who believe the same thing and continue to debate the merits of romance novels.

     However, if those critics would actually pick up a romance novel and read it cover to cover, they would find that the modern romance novel is no longer driven completely from the woman's point of view while focusing on the aspects of life that the authors thought women found important. It's not just about the courtship but about the normal progression of any relationship between people with differences. The authors of modern romance novels find the emotions and feelings of the hero as important as those of the heroine. They touch on the hero's insecurities about being rejected if he admits his feelings too soon and sometimes waits until he runs the risk of losing his heroine altogether before he does. What man (or woman) hasn't felt that same way? 

     The progression of the romance novel has been slow through the centuries but fortunately for us, it jumped by leaps and bounds in the latter half of the 20th Century to become the varied, intelligent story- telling medium that it is today. If those who still doubt the merits of the romance novel would just peruse the shelves and read a few pages here and there, they would probably be enticed to read the whole book. There's something for everyone in the romance world - historical and regency romances, paranormal romances (or Urban Fantasy, if you prefer), contemporary and suspense romances, science fiction and fantasy romances, inspirational and Christian romances and multi-cultural romances. 

     In my last posting, Wacky Wednesday, I posted an excerpt from Lynsay Sands' HUNGRY FOR YOU. I actually got my husband to read it and he was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps one of these days I'll actually get him to read one or at least the first 10 chapters of my current work in progress that he has sitting on the floor of his car. I'm reminded of the little boy, Mikey, from the LIFE cereal commercials ...  "hey critics, try it - you might like it!"

Happy Reading everyone!
                                                        

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Unwrapping: WACKY WEDNESDAY

You've heard of Manic Monday, Teaser Tuesday ...
well, I like to play Wacky on Wednesdays!
So welcome to WACKY WEDNESDAY where I hope to amuse and entice
you to read a Romance Novel that isn't just about Romance
but will perhaps make you laugh as well.

When I read Lynsay Sands' HUNGRY FOR YOU, a paranormal romance,  
and reached Chapter 14, I laughed so hard,
I feared I'd wake my husband sleeping on the other side of the house.


Here's an excerpt from Chapter 14 - HUNGRY FOR YOU by Lynsay Sands.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.


     If Alex thought driving up to the house was bad, forcing herself to get out of the car and walk to the house was even worse, but she made herself do it. For one thing, Sam was in there, completely oblivious that the man she loved was a ravening vampire who was just making her think she loved him so that he could feed off of her like a parasite. She had to go in and warn her, and - if she could - get her out. Though Alex was starting to think that wasn't likely.
     Pausing at the door, she took a moment to try to compose herself, and then finally raised her hand to knock. It wasn't exactly a loud rapping, it was more a timid tapping, but then she was scared out of her wits at that point ... and really had to pee, she realized unhappily, wondering why things like that always seemed to happen at the most inopportune times.  One good boo would be enough to have her wetting herself at this point, and since she was entering a vampire lair, Alex suspected she was going to experience more than a boo ... which meant she was likely to experience humiliation on top of horror tonight, Alex realized, and was suddenly irritated. That irritation only grew as minutes passed without someone answering her summons. Geez, if she was going to be sacrificed on the blood altar of a bunch of neck suckers, the least they could do was not keep her waiting.
     That last thought told Alex she was probably losing her grip on sanity. It just didn't seem all that sane to be angry that her would-be killers lacked promptness. Sighing, she shook her head and knocked again, but it still wasn't very loud. She just couldn't bring herself to pound as if she really wanted someone to come kill her. When another moment passed without the door opening, she hesitated, and then reached for the doorknob and turned it. Much to [her] surprise, it wasn't locked.
     She eased it open, feeling like some Victorian heroine entering a haunted house ... or a vampire den, Alex thought dryly, and then muttered, "I may be about to die, but at least I haven't lost my sense of humor."
     Wincing at how loud her voice sounded, she slid inside and then paused as a cacophony of sounds hit her ears: shrieks and shouts and the insistent ringing of a phone. She supposed the phone was Russell, trying to warn of her arrival. It sounded like no one was bothering to answer his call. She put that down to the fact that they probably couldn't hear it over the shrieking coming from upstairs. It was loud and agonized ... and her sister, Alex realized with horror as she recognized Sam's voice in the tortured sound.
     She started instinctively toward the stairs, but stopped abruptly as she heard other voices shouting, trying to be heard over Sam's screams.
     "God damn it! Why isn't it working?!" That sounded like Mortimer, and he actually sounded a bit frantic, Alex noted with a frown.
     "I don't know. We gave her the prescribed amount!" someone shouted back.
     "Give her more!" Mortimer roared.
     Alex bit her lip and glanced around, looking for a handy weapon. A cross, holy water, or garlic would have been nice, but of course there wasn't anything like that around. Spotting the light on in the kitchen, she hurried up the hall to it and straight to the wood block full of knives. She pulled out the two largest and turned back to the door, but then paused as she realized that they weren't likely to do her much good. Cale had taken a crap load of damage in the car accident and still been going. She needed a bazooka ... or a stake.
     Alex shifted from foot to foot, trying to think what to do, and then began tugging kitchen drawers open, searching desperately until she came across a long, wooden spoon. Pulling it out, she took a moment to sharpen the end with one of the knives. It was a very bad job, rushed and, really, she only managed to make the tip slightly pointy, but it would have to do, Alex decided, as Sam's screams grew in volume. She would just have to plunge it in with a lot of force.
     Slipping the makeshift stake into her back pocket, she started for the door again, but then paused as she recalled that vampires could read minds. She needed a plan, or they'd simply take control and make her hand over her weapons, Alex realized with dismay. A sneak attack would be best ... or some way to keep them from getting into her head.
     Turning slowly, she scanned the kitchen, and then returned to the drawers.  In the second or third drawer, she'd opened she was sure she'd seen a box of --
     "Ah ha!" she gasped as the food wraps were revealed in the first drawer she tried.  Alex snatched out the aluminum foil, ripped off a huge sheet, and quickly tugged it over her head. She crunched the ends together under her chin so that it would stay, and then pulled the front forward until her entire forehead was covered. It left the back of her bare, however, and she quickly ripped off a second sheet and attached it to the other by crimping the edges together so that all of her head but her face from the eyes down was protected.
     Alex felt an utter idiot in the thing, and didn't even have any idea if it would work, but she'd try anything at that point. Besides, it was what those science geeks always did in the movies to prevent space rays or whatever from penetrating their minds. There must be some science behind it. Perhaps it would keep her safe.
     "I've lost my mind," Alex muttered, grabbing her knives again and stomping back across the kitchen.  "I woke up this morning a boring little chef on planet earth, and somehow ended up in the Twilight Zone as a third-rate stand-in for Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
     She hurried up the hall toward the stairs, adding, "And where the hell is she when you need her? I could use a little Buffy right now."
     Alex knew it probably wasn't smart to be talking to herself when she was trying to sneak up on vampires, but it made her feel better and gave her courage. Besides, it wasn't like they would hear her over Sam's ear-piercing cries, she thought and frowned to herself over what might be happening to her sister.
     It was probably some weird blood orgy, twelve of the bastards crowded around and biting into her poor naked sister's flesh. She should have run straight upstairs when she first heard them. Alex berated herself, as she reached the top of the stairs, but knew that wouldn't have helped anything. It was enough armed as she was.
     Her gaze slid over the doors along the hall, pausing on one she knew from previous visits was a bathroom. Alex still needed to pee. In fact, the more scared she was, the more she had to go, but there was no way she would make a pit stop with Sam shrieking as she was.  Stopping for weapons was one thing, but pee breaks were out of the question.
     However, she was definitely going to kick some vampire ass if she wet herself, Alex decided as she followed the sound of Sam's screaming to the door of the bedroom she knew her sister shared with Mortimer. Other voices were still shouting inside, but it was harder to distinguish what they were saying now that she was so close. Her ears were so full of the sounds of Sam's agony, she couldn't seem to concentrate on the other voices.
     Taking a deep breath, Alex shifted her knives to one hand and slowly turned the doorknob, easing the door open with all the eagerness of a child entering a dentist's office.

                                           Sorry - That's all!  If you want to read more,
                 you'll have to get your own copy of HUNGRY FOR YOU by Lynsay Sands
                         Have a favorite of your own that made you laugh or at least giggle?

                                                           Happy Reading Everyone!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Unwrapping: 21st Century Romance Covers

     The modern Romance Novel has grown and changed
since a new breed of writer came along in the 1970's. 
As those writers perfected their craft and developed a following
their book covers reflected those changes.
Yet, as we saw from the progression of covers from 1972
through the end of the 1990's, modesty continued to be the call of the times.  
Is it still?

     In case you haven't already noticed, I have an affinity for authors published by
 Avon, an Imprint of HarperCollins Publishing ... I can't help it, they know talent. 
They publish wonderful stories using the most talented authors
and their cover art is truly spectacular.
     Avon pioneered modern Romance when they introduced a new breed of romance
writer in the 1970's - Kathleen Woodiwiss, Rosemary Rogers, and Johanna Lindsey to name a few but more have followed and when new genres
were introduced at the turn of the century, it's this reader's opinion that it was then
that the Romance Novel came into its own
and the world of Romance exploded.

     Today, when we look at the bookshelves we see all kinds of covers leading us to all kinds of wonderful stories that take us places we've never before gone in Romance.
Let's take a look at one author's work who began similarly to a pioneer - Johanna Lindsey. Lynsay Sands began writing very young and her first novel, THE DEED - a historical romance, was published in 1997. Since then she has never failed to entertain us and now her romantic comedies span three genres—historical, contemporary, and paranormal. 
Her books are read in more than twelve countries and have been translated into at least six languages. Her covers are just as eclectic ranging from beautiful and serene
 to downright sexy. Her foreign covers would surprise you. 
Shall we take a journey through her covers and unwrap a few? 
Perhaps if you're still nervous about openly reading one,
you'll find a wrapping to suit you along the way.

THE DEED - 1997   Then, Now and in German:



SWEET REVENGE - 2000  Then and in German: 


THE RELUCTANT REFORMER - 2002  Then and in Italian:



WHAT SHE WANTS  -  2002  Then, Now and in German



        THE LOVING DAYLIGHTS (a contemporary romance) - 2003   Then and Now:




 LOVE BITES (Paranormal Romance and lots of fun!) - 2004  Then, Now and in UK:






Tall, Dark & Hungry - 2004   Then, Now and in UK:




     I hope you've noticed that the NOW covers are more sophisticated, artful and possibly sexier. By 2010, Ms Sand's covers were becoming truly artistic in thanks to the incredible cover artists working in the publishing world today.

BORN TO BITE - 2010 is a wonderful example.



Her Historical Romances are beginning to see incredible covers
as well as you might have noticed from the re-issues of
 THE DEED and WHAT SHE WANTS.

Her latest Historical Romance Series 
featuring the Madison Sisters
have been given covers that are truly artwork.

 THE COUNTESS - 2011 and THE HEIRESS - 2011



I hope you've enjoyed Unwrapping Romance Novels from past to present.
Only our imaginations and those of the talented cover artists know
where the next generation of covers will take us but you can obviously see that there is
something for everyone. 

Which style is your favorite? One from the 20th C. or one from the 21st C.?
Or are you like me and love them all?
I would love to hear if you have a favorite cover that you especially think is beyond compare.

Happy Reading Everyone!