Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts

Friday, 19 August 2016

Australian Gothic

I have been having great fun reading old romance novels from Jennifer Blake. I’m talking 1970’s circa stuff. Her books have been re-released on Kindle and they are routinely offering them free to generate interest and sales.
I am a lifelong book hoarder. I will grab a free book that I think I might (one day) get around to reading.
The quality has been a little spotty, but the ones I am enjoying the most are the full on Louisiana Gothic romances. I know some of the story elements are problematic, especially the way it treats the slaves. Recently, I read the original Gothic novel, The Mysteries of Udolpho. It was a trip, I tell you. I wondered if anyone had re-written it; updated or modernised it, but I couldn’t find any evidence of it - other than Jane Austen writing her own satirical version in Northanger Abbey. Amongst the overwriting and the bad poetry is a great story. One that has been read since 1794 when it was published.
Some months ago I read a Dean Koontz writing book and Gothic was one of his categories. This is his recipe for writing a Gothic romance novel:
A young heroine, alone in the world and often an orphan, goes to an old and isolated house to live with her last living relatives. Everyone in the house is a stranger to her. At the house, the heroine meets a cast of suspicious characters (servants, the lady of the house, one or two sons) and soon finds herself plunged into some mystery—either of supernatural or more mundane origins, most often concerning the death of someone in the house. Inexplicably, she becomes the target of the supernatural or mundane killer's attacks. Concurrent with the development of this mystery plot is the growth of a romance between the heroine and one of the young men in the household. Either this man is her only safe haven in the dark events of the story—or he is as much a suspect as any of the other characters. The conclusion of a Gothic must always promise marriage or the development of genuine love between heroine and hero.
Louisiana Gothic adds in the environment, the bayou, as another thing against the heroine and the slaves provide the supernatural element.
After I finished the last Blake book, I went to bed and I had a revelation.
I could move the entire thing to Australia. The whole Gothic recipe would work in Australia. Isolated, dangerous, a family estate, sons fighting over inheritance, and the element of magic/supernatural could be from Aboriginal Australians.
‘I’ve invented a new genre,’ I told myself.
Next morning, I google it … curses. It’s existed forever. It was just that I hadn’t worked out that everything from ‘The term of his natural life’ to ‘Picnic at hanging Rock’ is categorised as Australian Gothic. Patrick White has won literary awards for this genre. Australians are particularly good at putting this into film. Mad Max and even Wolf Creek fit the style.
I’ll file that one away in the ‘nooo brain' box I made for ideas I can’t work on right now. Maybe it’s not an original idea, but I still reckon it’d work.

Friday, 22 February 2013

Romance writers

I suppose if I had to describe it myself, I’d call my writing romance. I am still not entirely sure what defines it as a genre, nor why it is discredited as not ‘real’ literature when compared to other genres. Surely there are just as many poor writers in science fantasy or some other category? Nor why readers of romance feel the need to defend reading it as escapism? All reading is escapism.

I recently fell into the book depository bargain bin. They mail free to Australia so I love that I can buy a book and have it delivered to my door for a quarter of the price if I bought it at a bookstore in Australia. Sorry guys, the budget wins that argument hands down. Thanks, +The Book Depository.

So I picked up a few new titles at an average price of between $4 and $5. It costs $2 to reserve a book at my local library and Roberts’ new release paperbacks have a RRP of A$29. I am not kidding.

My reading list:
·       Captivated by Nora Roberts
·       Nightshade by Nora Roberts
·       The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks
·       Torn: Book Two in the Trylle Trilogy by Amanda Hocking
·       Wake: Book One in the Watersong Series by Amanda Hocking

I have read one Nicholas Sparks book and seen a couple of his movies. I am fascinated as to why he is not categorized as a romance writer. Is it because he routinely kills people? Is it because he is not a slave to the standard HEA ending? Is it because he has a penis? It seems very odd that he has such a stranglehold on the movie tie-in. He must have a brilliant agent. I mean, Safe Haven (his latest movie version) has such a bizarre storyline that some sites have described it as ‘batsh*t crazy’. Spoilers in the article, if you haven’t seen it and want to.

I proposed a Sparks recipe after reading the Lucky One:

·       Make up perfect people,
·       Take an odd or quirky reason for the perfect people to meet, (a death, a photo, a bottle, a letter)
·       Add kids, dogs and/or dependent parent,
·       Add ugly one dimensional ex-partner, usually abusive
·       Heat to generate love,
·       Add a storm/flood/natural event,
·       Kill someone or threaten to do so,
·       Stir to mix.

I shall see if ‘Best of me’ follows the same recipe.

Nora Roberts writes a book every 45 days or some such crazy statistic and is estimated to earn $60m a year from them. She also writes detective stories as JD Robb. She's spent 16 years  on the New York Times bestseller list.

I have never read any of her work and I want to scribble on it, so a library book was out of the question. I want to see if she follows a similar recipe to Sparks.

Hocking is the poster girl for self-publishers after signing a book contract for stories she had already sold in the millions as ebooks. I did read the first book in her troll series and was a little disappointed. I want to see how the others are. Wake is about mermaids and sirens; the new vampires, I hear, in YA fiction.

Pity, I like wolves, myself.