I am reading a historical romance and really enjoying it. It’s the usual backdrop of London and tea parties, but something about it also reminded me of one of my favorite genre: the action-driven historical romances.
I grew up on classics of the romantic genre: Dumas, Mayne Reid, Ann Golon… I suppose they were technically adventure novels, but a lot of them were romances as well. There were duels and dramatic jumping onto the horses and life or death decisions, betrayal, daggers, poisoned books, and so on.
I miss that in modern historical romance.
This is probably why my favorite Johanna Lindsey novel is MARRIAGE MOST SCANDALOUS. I felt like there was intrigue there. It’s an interesting set up: Sebastian duels with his best friends, kills him, and takes off into exile to the continent, where he becomes a mercenary. Except that now his father is in danger, and his father’s ward – the heroine – comes to get Sebastian and she is not taking no for an answer. It had a touch of that – I don’t know, hat with feathers? – quality about it.
Don’t get me wrong, I quite enjoy the tea party romance as well, but I miss the adventure, high stakes, flashing swords. That type of thing. I didn’t care for Outlander and I don’t necessarily dig the nautical variations, unless it’s Sabatini, because Captain Blood is the hottest pirate known to 20th century literature. I tried one with a dark haired female pirate and loathed it. I just want someone somewhere to steal some diamonds and have crazy risks and perilous journeys.
This explains the Edge a bit, I suppose. I don’t know. Maybe I should write one, but then I couldn’t read it and that kind of takes some fun out of it. One can only rewatch Princess Bride so many times.
And that concludes my musings on this lazy Sunday.