An Author’s Random Musing: What Happened to Romance?

Lady Beautiful is independent and not like other ladies of the time meets Lord Arrogant, who is cold on the outside but has a kind heart hidden inside. Arguments ensue, and they both part ways irritated with the other. Of course, though, they cannot stop thinking about each other, but every time they meet, all they do is argue. Friends declare they are in love, and family members smile knowingly. Lady Beautiful and Lord Arrogant deny it until that moment when they realize it is true love….and jump into bed together.

Such is the scenario, or variations thereof, that I’ve come across A LOT lately, especially in historical fiction. Once was vaguely amusing. The second was less so. And by the third time, I was nothing but irritated with these characters who should know better!

I’m sorry, but to me, there is nothing romantic about it. In fact, I find several things off putting. First of all, so many ladies are ‘independent, forward-thinking, and not like other ladies’. I find that..unlikely. Second, what part of arguing is romantic? Sure, communication helps a relationship, but constantly bringing up a person’s flaws, mistakes, etc, is just asking for trouble. Third, this one won’t come as a surprise, but that sudden moment when the couple realize it is ‘love’ but don’t know if the other feels the same, but gives themselves to the other person (this is mostly on the ladies side).

How can this be considered romantic?

Now, to be honest, I’m probably alone in this thinking. My idea of romance is a couple taking time to know each other, who give small demonstrations of their feelings, who trust the other person.

But, carry on fellow authors. I suppose there are many ideas about what makes a situation romantic, but I’m do not support most of them.

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