Why I Hate Romance Novels
Sep. 28th, 2008 03:13 amIamthisclose to throwing the urban fantasy novel I started reading last night across the room! Why? Because it has turned out to be a paranormal romance! Gag me with a fucking spoon! I'm barely 40 pages in and already the gorgeous heroine and the gorgeous hero are dry humping each other while soaking in a puddle of blood!
I know that the point of a romance novel is to allow the reader to fully indulge her fantasies. She is supposed to identify with the heroine and feel pretty, sexy, and exciting by proxy. She is supposed to believe that the handsome and rugged hero could fall in love with a woman like her. The reader is supposed to walk away feeling sexy, attractive, and, above all, hopeful.
However, romances have the exact opposite effect on me. Reading about pretty people getting it on just makes me feel ugly. I know I am nowhere near as attractive or exciting as the heroine so I don't identify with her. I know the brutally handsome yet incredibly sensitive hero is so unrealistic he might as well be plastic, and that if such a stunningly rare specimen actually existed in reality he'd be way more interested in people like the pretty perfect heroine who I have no affinity with, than some little schlub like me.
The fantasy being sold in romance novels never grabs me because it's not my fantasy. Pretty people of either gender don't interest me. They never have. And while I know plenty of outstandingly attractive people, many of whom read this journal, none of them are perfect. They all have their own physical and emotional quirks that take them out of the running for Mr./Ms. Universe. But, it's those quirks, those wonderful imperfections that catch my attention.
I am not perfect. I am messy, confusing, and aggravating. I am also soothing, witty, and loving. I know myself to be a complex individual who, for all her faults, is worth knowing. That's what I want in a partner; someone who is layered, unique, and far, far from perfect. I find titillation in the challenges inherent in simply knowing a complex and imperfect person.
Perfection is boring. It makes for boring characters and boring prose. Hell, it even makes for boring sex scenes! That is why Iamthisclose to throwing this book across the room, because my fantasies are deeper than the author is giving me credit for.
I know that the point of a romance novel is to allow the reader to fully indulge her fantasies. She is supposed to identify with the heroine and feel pretty, sexy, and exciting by proxy. She is supposed to believe that the handsome and rugged hero could fall in love with a woman like her. The reader is supposed to walk away feeling sexy, attractive, and, above all, hopeful.
However, romances have the exact opposite effect on me. Reading about pretty people getting it on just makes me feel ugly. I know I am nowhere near as attractive or exciting as the heroine so I don't identify with her. I know the brutally handsome yet incredibly sensitive hero is so unrealistic he might as well be plastic, and that if such a stunningly rare specimen actually existed in reality he'd be way more interested in people like the pretty perfect heroine who I have no affinity with, than some little schlub like me.
The fantasy being sold in romance novels never grabs me because it's not my fantasy. Pretty people of either gender don't interest me. They never have. And while I know plenty of outstandingly attractive people, many of whom read this journal, none of them are perfect. They all have their own physical and emotional quirks that take them out of the running for Mr./Ms. Universe. But, it's those quirks, those wonderful imperfections that catch my attention.
I am not perfect. I am messy, confusing, and aggravating. I am also soothing, witty, and loving. I know myself to be a complex individual who, for all her faults, is worth knowing. That's what I want in a partner; someone who is layered, unique, and far, far from perfect. I find titillation in the challenges inherent in simply knowing a complex and imperfect person.
Perfection is boring. It makes for boring characters and boring prose. Hell, it even makes for boring sex scenes! That is why Iamthisclose to throwing this book across the room, because my fantasies are deeper than the author is giving me credit for.
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