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.