I've often heard it said that unless a romance novel's protagonists meet within the first five pages, no agent or editor will be at all interested in reading further. In our age of immediate gratification, a slow-build romance, one in which we get to know our protagonists as characters a bit before they fall insta-love (or at least insta-lust) with each other seems almost as difficult to find as a blue limestone columbine at an elevation lower than its native alpine Rocky Mountain meadows.
Blue Limestone Columbine in its natural habitat |
Luckily for more patient readers, established writers are far less subject to such publishing truisms, especially ones that developed long after their own credentials were well-established. It was with real sense of luxury, then, that I found myself immersed in the pleasures of Jo Goodman's In Want of a Wife, a book that relied on a romance trope particularly suited to this more leisurely type of storytelling: the mail-order bride tale.
In the American West of the nineteenth century, unmarried European and Asian women were few and far between. European or Asian men who wished to marry and start a family, then, often found it necessary to employ a marriage broker, to draw upon their church connections, or even to advertise in eastern newspapers for a potential mate of their own race or culture. Once such an introduction had been facilitated, courting took place not in person, but via letter, until each party felt he or she knew the other well enough to commit to a train ticket west and to tying the matrimonial knot.
Not part of a culture that commonly employs marriage brokers, and far from being a godly man, Morgan Longstreet chooses the third option, placing an advertisement in multiple papers when he decides it's time to have a woman about his Wyoming ranch. The woman he chooses to correspond with, Jane Middlebourne, is from New York, the same place where he himself lived before being shipped west on an orphan train. Both, though, find themselves in for a surprise when Jane finally steps off her own "orphan" train in Bitter Springs, Wyoming—Morgan, because the photograph of a robust, hearty woman that he received looks nothing like the insubstantial, even fragile woman at the station; Jane, because the man's instant fear that she's somehow deceived him seems a less-than-auspicious beginning for a marriage.
The two decide to wait twenty-four hours before deciding whether to go through with their original plan to marry, a twenty-four hours in which they spend the bulk of their time together, seeing if the person each envisioned from the other's letters comes at all close to the one looming so large in the flesh. Jane discovers a reserved man, a man used to his own ways, not used to consulting with another when making plans or decisions. But several townspeople clearly hold him in respect, even in affection, and appreciate his "dry as four-day-old cake" wit. Morgan discovers an inquisitive woman with an impressive vocabulary, polite but surprisingly plain-spoken for all her eastern primness. A woman who, in spite of appearances, is not in need of coddling, and who has more than a little wit of her own. Comfortable enough—or intrigued enough?—to overcome their initial misgivings, Jane and Morgan decide to wed.
As Morgan recognizes, mail-order brides are often "running more than coming" when they agree to move west (70), and Goodman lays out the bones of Jane's reasons fairly early in the story: an uncaring aunt, a careless cousin in debt, a pretend pregnancy to gain enough money from said uncaring aunt for a pretend abortion, enough money to both wipe out the debt and purchase a train ticket to Wyoming. Morgan, of course, has secrets of his own, secrets that he fears would endanger Jane if he were to entrust her with them. Over the course of their first months together, Jane and Morgan build a partnership in bed ("So when he kissed her this time, she held nothing back. There was no lead for him to take. She met him as a partner, a friend, a lover" [197]). But when Morgan's ugly secrets fail to remain safely tucked away in the past, can Morgan accept Jane's admonishment—that "you make me vulnerable when you try to protect me from the truth" (189) and allow her her own role in bringing the bad guys to heel?
Given In Want of Wife's appearance on this blog, you probably already know the answer to the above question. But hearing about it doesn't come close to the charm of reading it. If you're a fan of the western romance with a subtle feminist twist, I'd recommend Goodman's latest wholeheartedly.
Photo credits:
Blue Limestone Columbine: Wildflower.org Credit: Bransford, W. D. and Dolphia
Berkley Sensation, 2014
I really dislike the quick meeting followed by the insta-lust. Just.No. I have DNF'd a number of books for that reason alone.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate an author, like Goodman, who takes the time (and page count) to let us see the relationship develop. I find it so much easier to believe in the HEA.
I'll be adding this book to my semi-massive TBR, thanks to your review.
Yep, enough with the insta-lust! It was so satisfying to open Goodman's book to find the small (but still readable) type and single spacing--I knew a long, slow romance arc was in store...
DeleteI don't object to instant-lust stories in principle, assuming it makes sense for the larger plot, but a) it often doesn't; b) when it's done badly, it's dire; and c) I object when the majority of stories out there fall into that category, because I love slow-build romances too, damnit.
ReplyDeleteWhat particularly bugs me is when the story is about two people who have known each other pretty well for years in a non-romantic context, and suddenly by page four they're totally hot for each other, and that just never works for me (except maybe if the author has multiple flashbacks or something). I want to see the characters interact before they ever thought of each other that way, and I want to understand what their relationship was like, and why they never before realised they were made for each other. I don't understand why those stories have to be treated like lust-at-first-sight stories! It doesn't make sense! I am totally happy to read a substantial chunk-of-book of the main characters before they figure out they're into each other. Isn't that, like, the entire point of more than one of Jane Austen's beloved classics?
How much of the audience for genre romance overlaps with the audience for Jane Austen, do you think? I'm remembering comments by several romance writers I know, writers who have told me that they've never read Austen, finding the prose too difficult, or too dull. I'm guessing that many Austen lovers also love genre romance, but I wonder if the number of genre romance readers who don't like Austen and the slower, longer books outnumber those in the first group?
DeleteThat's a really interesting question. I don't have any guesses, apart from a vague impression from reading comments on DA that a fair number of romance readers also read and loved Austen. Clearly we should do a poll.
DeleteI actually dislike Austen myself; I've never made it more than a chapter or two into any of her books.
Ah, anonymous, you break my heart! I love JA--there's the romance, yeah, but also how funny she can be, AND how bitingly mean at the same time, all that polite veneer of language.
DeleteI like the idea of doing a poll--good topic for a RNFF post!
It's the way she uses language, alas! I've actually really enjoyed watching adaptations of her novels, but the style of her prose is very artificial, and I have a sort of nails-on-chalkboard reaction to it. (This is a reaction I have to a lot of nineteenth-century fiction, actually, though not to nineteenth-century prose in general, including Austen's own letters.)
DeleteAt the start of 2018, I decided to read Western novels that frequently top the best-of list for that genre before I found RNFF and lost myself in the world of romance novels. It occurred to me, after reading 3 or 4 months of novels recommended by RNFF, that the classic Western novels I'd enjoyed (Shane, Hondo, Riders of the Purple Sage, and The Virginian) can be reasonably described as categorical romances featuring feminist, or at least feminist-leaning, perspectives, observation, and tropes in that particular historical moment. The only difference between a "traditional" romance and a traditional Western, from what I could tell, is that a traditional Western is how I imagine a hetero-male protagonist would tell a love story.
ReplyDeleteI know in our previous exchange we've both lamented how little time there is to read all the books already in our to-read pile -- but have you considered dipping into classic Westerns? If you haven't read them yet, Shane and Hondo are particularly concise, well-paced novellas, and I would be curious to hear your thoughts about feminism and romance tropes within (what many would stereotype as) a "macho man's world"!
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