Posts Tagged ‘romantic heroes’
Social Media keep throwing me new challenges — or a curveball (‘a deceptive pitch, in which the ball dives downward as it approaches the plate) depending on your point of view. Today Janet O’Kane twittertagged me to take part in Lucky 7: Seven lines from new works.
- Go to page 77 of your current MS or WIP (simples)
- Go to line 7 (got that)
- Copy the next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs (um . …) and post them as they’re written (runs away screaming)
- Tag 7 more writers and let them know. ( glug)
So here goes with the Work In Progess. I’m not going into context or character thumbnails. As Shakespeare said, good wine needs no bush. And if it ain’t good, well it’s a draft and, anyway, John Wayne does it for me— Nevah apologaaaahse; issa sarna wikn’ss. So I’m delegating the PR to my characters. Off you go, guys:
‘The Countess was a Pre-Raphaelite – well a fellow traveller, anyway – so our Paradise Garden is a mish mash of Garden of Eden and the Thousand and One Nights.’
‘She wanted a cloister as well but her husband put his foot down.’
‘I’m not surprised,’ muttered Marek. ‘Gabby –’
‘Apple trees for the Tree of Knowledge, of course, and roses for the Persians– and the Victorian bulldozer in the picture was to build a mini canal because water symbolises life.’
‘Gabby,’ said Marek very loudly, ‘shut up.’
Now you may now want to go and read, or even listen to, something classy. SYLVESTER, a book in which the palpitating writer finds just how bad it can get, is read by (be still my beating heart) Richard Armitage. You can even hear a sample on Naxos’s website:
And Friends, forgive me, I’m tagging you because I want to know what you’re writing now. But I don’t think you get struck down by palsy or even writer’s block if you don’t come up with 7 lines. The luck has already happened and it’s all on my side, knowing you and your lovely books . . .
Oh, I love Freddy in Cotillion. He’s so kind. I don’t think many of Georgette Heyer’s heroes are. He’s not just kind to Kitty,either; he’s pretty good to his sisters and I love his relationship with his parents.
But I’m not sure I’d call Freddy a Frivol, exactly. He’s not mischievous. Though I agree with Liz, Jan, Evonne and Jane, there are a lot of other similarities. And he’s certainly a charmer, not least because he doesn’t know it himself.
There are hints of Heyer’s other daffy young men in Freddy, of course. Think of Viscount Dashwood in The Convenient Marriage or the whole crew out of Friday’s Child. (Sherry and his friends always reminded me of William Brown’s Outlaws, actually. But then I was quite young when I read Frdiay’s Child). But I’m sure Jane is right, Freddy is unique as a romantic lead.
Cotillion must have been a real challenge to write. It has got an Alpha hero in Jack. Only, for once, we see the Alpha as he really is: wilful, impatient, arrogant, as well as sex on a stick. And he gets his come uppance. Ultimately he doesn’t deserve Kitty – and she sees it before he does!
Cotillion may not be High Romance but it is amazingly touching – especially when you realise that Freddy has known all along what Kitty was up to and has fallen in love with her anyway. And then, when he asks her to marry him but doesn’t expect her to say yes because he isn’t romantic, there is a whiff of real pain.
Actually, I think Georgette Heyer undersold herself when she said all her heroes were either Mark I or Mark II. My favourites are all pretty unique. I adore Sylvester, who is very high in the instep, occasionally arrogant, but kind, too, if he chooses to be. Much more complicated than an unadulterated Alpha. Of course, wicked, wonderful Damerel is pretty Alpha but I forgive him. And then there’s glorious Hugo in The Unknown Ajax who winds up his estranged family by talking like his groom and pretending he went to a scrubby Dame School instead of Harrow.
Now I come to think of it, Hugo just might be a Frivol after all. I thought Georgette Heyer didn’t get the full enchantment of the Frivol, but I may have done her unjust. I can just see Hugo getting the giggles.
Liz, Jan, Evonne, Jane, you are geniuses.
Loving them as I do, I would love to write a romantic hero frivol. (See previous post.) But can it be done? Even the Incomparable Georgette Heyer did not quite bring it off.
Lord Rupert Alastair – ‘Solitude’s the thing. Solitude and a fat ham’ – is undoubtedly a wondrous Frivol. But he is also a resolute bachelor.
Lovely Sherry in Friday’s Child has a touch of the Frivol but marriage sobers him – along with making him a warmer and more wonderful human being, of course, and capable of slugging slimy Sir Montagu.
I love that book – but I’m not sure romance quite takes with Frivols.