Bring It, Sisters

It’s been a while since I wrote a really super-thinky wonkopost. I’ve been mentally calling this one “wonkowank,” actually, so no hard feelings if you bail out after the reading list.

What brought this about is that I’ve been reading women’s fiction. In the last few months, I’ve been on a binge. Here’s my list:

MeBeforeYou coverJoJo Moyes

Me Before You
The Girl You Left Behind
Silver Bay
Foreign Fruit (previously published as Windfallen)

Emily Giffin

Baby Proof
Love the One You’re With
Heart of the Matter
Where We Belong
The One and Only

 

Helen Fielding

Mad About the Boy

Curtis Sittenfeld

Sisterland

I’ve been enjoying myself immensely, not least because the women in these books have been doing all sorts of things not “allowed” in romance. Their transgressions are wide ranging, including but not limited to (and in no particular order):

  • Promiscuity
  • Infidelity at every level, from thought crimes on up
  • Sleeping with one’s best friend’s father
  • Sleeping with enemy—specifically Nazi—soldiers
  • Sleeping with a man while one’s children are asleep in the house
  • Not considering one’s child’s well-being above one’s own (or not considering it at all)

In my most recent read, the heroine (or anti-heroine) actually slept with a man other than her husband, got pregnant by him, broke up two close friendships in the process, and was still allowed to live (albeit provisionally) happily ever after.

Women in women’s fiction, in short, are allowed to make mistakes, to commit morally and ethically questionable acts, and sometimes—even often—to go on living what we would consider a happy life.

Not that all these questionable acts are celebrated. They often aren’t. They often bring loads of unhappiness on the perpetrators, or at least the feeling that punishment will come somewhere down the line. But they’re considered. They’re allowed to happen on the page so they can be examined, so their moral and ethical dimensions can be laid out and dissected and analyzed—if not explicitly, than through their narrative consequences.

Jayne Ann Krentz has been quoted many times talking about genre fiction as a transmitter of social values—in this argument, the reason heroines must be near-perfect, or at least deeply likable, in order to win their HEA, is that they are showing us how to live a good life. But I’m not sure this argument flies with me—first, because literature is constantly showing us how to live a good life through negative examples, and second, because I personally believe the universe of truly unforgivable acts is exceptionally small, and that the ones listed above—though troubling, are not among them, particularly if we consider motivation.

One way that we talk about the moral/ethical demands we place on romance heroines is to say that we expect them to be someone we could have as a best friend. But that just puts the question off; we still need to talk about what we demand from our friends. Do we tolerate no error-making in our girlfriends? Do you have one who has done something you don’t like or admire? Is she still your friend? Why or why not? If not, and if her transgression is the reason, are you certain you had the right to pass that judgment on her? Can we learn to read novels and withhold judgment so that we can explore some of the aspects of humanity that are a little darker, a little less perfect, than we might ideally like? Will this also make us kinder to ourselves? In many cases, might that not be a good thing?

A friend and I recently started texting each other when we feel guilty about our mothering. But instead of texting about what we feel we’ve done wrong, we’ve agreed to turn the wrong on its head. So I texted, “I’m a good mother, because in getting my daughter to her rehearsal nearly two hours late, I taught her important lessons about how to proceed when you realize you’ve made a mistake.” I’ve been finding this exercise remarkably uplifting, not only because it relieves some guilt, not only because it makes me realize how perfect I require myself to be—and how liberating it might be to stop—but also because it makes me realize that on the flip side of any mistake is the opportunity for grace, apology, contrition, and forgiveness.

It’s easy, when you’re writing romance, to get enfolded completely in its logic. After all, we often find ourselves eating, sleeping and breathing it—or at least exclusively reading, writing, and talking about it. The more you submerge yourself in a particular world of social norms, a moral microcosm, the more you internalize its peculiar rules. I find myself self-censoring madly while I’m writing: Oh, she can’t do that, readers won’t like that, oh, she’s being testy, she’s being self-righteous, she’s being weak, she’s being aggressive … And I’ve gotten more judgmental of myself the longer I’ve written romance because my idea of acceptable behavior has gotten hemmed in by this same self-censor. This isn’t what I want for myself, my readers, or my daughter—I want to read a version of the world that makes all of us more loving and less judgmental, not the opposite.

But beyond that, as a romance writer who sees so much good in the genre, I simply don’t want romance to cede to non-romance the right to look at men’s and women’s behavior critically and lovingly. After all, if romance isn’t about exploring all these aspects of love—forgiveness, grace, contrition, compassion—if it isn’t about asking—with intense curiosity and real openness—what love can accept, embrace, allow, even celebrate—what is it about?

Women’s fiction these days has given itself permission to ask those tough questions, and romance should too. Because romance has one huge advantage over women’s fiction when it comes to thoroughly exploring and answering them. In romance, we’re permitted to delve into the physical aspects of love, which gives us another dimension from which to explore the issues that surround romantic and marital relationships.

By the same token, I’ve noticed in the same books I’ve enjoyed so much for their openness to forgiveness a lack of sophistication in exploring the narrative logic of love. If you’ve ever heard Michael Hague talk about love, this might make sense to you. He argues that many writers—especially storytellers in non-romance genres—come up short in writing about love because they don’t satisfactorily answer the question of what makes one human fall in love with another. (He says they fall back on “who can say why two people fall in love?” or, worse, “chemistry” as answers.)

But most romance writers privilege this question; we give it the answer it deserves—that we fall for each other, at least in a narrative sense, because the other person sees the real us, an us we’ve previously regarded as too unacceptable—too unlikeable—to show the world. If we are unwilling, collectively, to write about what these unlikable aspects are, we are ceding yet more territory to women’s fiction, and setting romance back as a genre.

At a time when romance is finally getting a portion of the respect it has always deserved, we can ill afford to give up ground. Instead, we should make romance the territory where real, often difficult, questions about the nature and spaciousness and limits of love get answered.

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7 Responses to Bring It, Sisters

  1. Rhyll Biest says:

    My favourite romances are the ones with moral complexity in them, where people make bad decisions, and flawed characters get happy endings too. And I think romance writers are getting bolder and moving away from ‘likeable’ heroines and taking the risk of writing compelling ones instead. Maybe that’s a consequence of indie publishing and e-publishing, who knows?

    • Serena Bell says:

      There are definitely way more risky choices than there used to be, and I love it. And I do think indie/e-publishing has a lot to do with it. I know plenty of writers who feel like they would have been too “wonky” to find a following (or even, possibly, get published) before who’ve been able to become bestsellers and make a living from writing very offbeat (and often also flawed) female characters–because of the new terrain of the market.

  2. I love this. And I want to be in on the guilty mother texts. Please!?!

    • Serena Bell says:

      You’re in. :-) Today I’m a good mother because by dressing so unfashionably, I’m teaching my daughter to see that appearances aren’t everything and that true beauty lies below the faux pas of wearing socks with flats.

  3. I enjoyed this post, thanks. Gave me stuff to think about. It’s definitely easier to write faultless characters. Getting a flawed character to a HFN is more difficult, but much more interesting.

  4. Serena Bell says:

    By the way, this post was at least as much an exhortation to myself to have courage as it was meant to be a battle cry to other writers–I wish I’d had the nerve, more times, to write the flawed version of my heroines, but I haven’t always …