No Proper Lady, by Isabel Cooper (review)
Posted: 2011/10/31 Filed under: Literature | Tags: dystopia, ebooks, feminism, historical, isabel cooper, no proper lady, publishing, review, science-fiction, time travel, victorian 1 Comment »Anybody who’s been following my blog a little knows that I don’t read new books. As in, books that are being published now for the first time. The main and initial reason for that was my budget: new issues cost the price of a new book, whereas I could so easily find novels a few years old for half that price to completely free. Even authors who’ve started publishing as recently as the 2000′s often have a backlist that’s twenty-something books long, so why should I pay for their new novels while there are still so many old ones out there to catch up on?
Yet this habit of mine is beginning to change. Her Son’s Hero was released in July this year. But as an ebook it cost $4, which is as much as many paperbacks in a secondhand store. The book I’m discussing today, No Proper Lady, was out this very September! But then, its author is Isabel Cooper, whose blog I’ve been following and enjoying for a while now… So far, I can see two new reasons that will make me want to invest more money into books in the future: 1) individual titles are less expensive as ebooks, and I’ve got an ebook reader; 2) people around me (in online terms) are finally getting published and I’m willing to support them.
Except if I must pay for postage… sorry, guys. Since there were three copies of No Proper Lady at my local bookstore, though, how could I not grab one? You don’t say “no” to a historical time travel dystopian romance, do you? So, on with the review proper. No Proper Lady is a good novel. Go buy it. No, really, I mean it. I wouldn’t stop myself from criticizing a book just because someone I really liked wrote it; still, I always feel glad and relieved when I can honestly and openly praise the work of an author I want to support.
The story: Joan, a young yet seasoned warrior from a dystopian future, is sent back in the past, more specifically to Victorian England, to get rid of the evil magician who will be the cause of humanity’s ruin. She lands in the vast estate of Simon Grenville, an aristocrat who has recently retired to the country to protect his young sister, Eleanor, from his old buddy-turned-bad (who is, of course, none but the evil magician himself). Grenville, who deals with magic too, agrees to help Joan out, while Eleanor is in charge of teaching her how to be a “proper lady”, or at least how to fake being one.
This is an original and well played-out story. You’d think with elements from so many different genres, at least one would suffer from the mix. I didn’t think so. Everything was there, and believable: Joan’s dystopian world, Simon’s Victorian one, their love story, their strategy to achieve her mission. It was all there, perhaps even too explicitly. Though I liked the random and natural quality of Joan and Simon’s conversations, they often seemed to serve the only purpose of “dealing with this inevitable issue between people from different times”. AKA women’s place in society. As a feminist, I agree wholeheartedly with Joan. Yet I found it thickly layered, and almost off topic from the general plot. It was like a neon flashing sign going, “THERE IS A FEMINIST MESSAGE IN THIS NOVEL”… Yes. Thank you.
“We protect ladies. Which means they can take shocking advantage of us if they’re so inclined and we’re unwary.”
Joan’s mouth quirked again. “When you chain a dog, you shouldn’t be surprised if it barks.”
“You do have a flattering opinion of your own sex.”
“Women are people,” she said calmly and cheerfully. “People are bastards. And someone who’s caged―no matter how pretty the bars are―is going to get bored and restless and go for the only entertainment she can. Even if that’s catching men.”
- No Proper Lady, Isabel Cooper (Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2011)
Another weakness which struck me in hindsight, is the lack of external conflict between the protagonists. As Simon gets the role of mere assistant in Joan’s mission, he also becomes quite forgettable. A good guy, to be sure, but when all is said and done, where are the sparks, where is the passion? In comparison with the mind-boggling adventure they find themselves swept into, their romantic story seems almost too realistic: ordinary, sensible, bland. What worked for me, on the other hand, was the metaphysical reflection on duty, freedom, good and evil. I regretted the book wasn’t longer, with more development on this topic, which in the end only comes up sporadically, rather than directs or underlies the whole story.
“Our Lord gave us free will, the ability to choose good or evil. He could have compelled us from the start. He did not. Not even at the greatest of costs. Who are we to contradict him? [...] Where there is life, there is hope―the hope of redemption, the hope that each man has a role to play in the greater part of things and that any role might yet be for good. [...]
“But redemption means choice. You may offer, yes. You may hold him to his word, once given, as only a fool would not, but you cannot force his hand. Only evil will come from that.”
- No Proper Lady, Isabel Cooper (Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2011)
On the whole, though, No Proper Lady really has many things going for it, and is very promising for the rest Ms. Cooper’s career. She had to have guts to blend romance with such an original mix of other genres, to marry what is often thought of as fiction for women to what is considered fiction for men. And the best part is that she held up to my expectations! If I had one advice, it would be to make such emotions/issues/action-filled novels longer. Less than 350 pages is not enough, and methinks it’s what made some elements stick out as “random”, “off-topic” or too obvious, rather than smoothly, subtly and slowly introduced.
What’s the most original mix of genres you’ve ever found in a romance? Do you like cross-genres novels, or do you need the genre to be well-defined and strictly codified? Do you buy a lot of new novels, or are you a backlist-used sort of reader? Know of other newly-published authors I should try?
A Knight in Shining Armor, by Jude Deveraux (review)
Posted: 2011/05/02 Filed under: Literature | Tags: a knight in shining armor, contemporary, elizabethan, jude deveraux, review, time travel 2 Comments »After a variety of spoilers in Sunday last’s blog, here we are at last! A Knight in Shining Armor is the second time travel romance I review here, and it suddenly occurs to me that it’s really a time travel as time travels should be. Not only does it honestly attempt to account for the differences between our time and theirs (Elizabethan England in this case), but it takes the chance to deal with the touchy matter of changing, or rewriting history. A little like in The Temptation, neither of these topics managed to blow my mind with the cleverness of their approach, and not all the suggested answers were fully convincing.* Nevertheless, I found the story altogether engaging and, least I can say, full of surprises!
The sixteenth-century woman was not supposed to be a corporate executive, an adoring mother, a gourmet cook and hostess, and a creative lover with the body of an athlete. [...] People didn’t live alone and isolated. This wasn’t one house with one woman to do twenty jobs, this was one house with a hundred and forty-some people to do maybe seventy jobs.
[...]
In America everyone pretended to be equal, saying that a man who was worth millions was no better than some guy who sweated for a living. But no one believed that. Rich criminals got off with light sentences; poor men got maximum sentences.
- A Knight in Shining Armor, Jude Deveraux (Pocket Books, 1989)
In spite of its repeated forays into very serious issues, A Knight in Shining Armor is not a serious book. Having read only one other novel by the same author, I’m even tempted to say that Jude Deveraux isn’t a serious writer. Her stories are gloriously improbable, amusing in an almost caricatural way. If I had to liken this plot to anything else than romance, I’d pick a fairy tale.
Dougless is a fairy tale’s heroine. She spends a lot of time crying in the book, and other consequential periods marveling at clothes or utilizing them, all things that objectively bore me as well as rile the shopaphobe feminist in me. Yet there is something to be said for the way Ms. Deveraux succeeds in making her heroine appealing. As soon as the first paragraphs, which show Dougless being ill-treated by the man she hopes to marry and his obnoxious daughter, I felt like applauding.
I’ve tried writing subdued, victim heroines, and believe me, it’s dangerously easy to fall into the TSTL or antiheroine trap! Yet Jude Deveraux manages to stay out of it, instead wringing from us memories of these times we’ve believed against all odds, prayed for the impossible and broke our hearts over something which eventually turned out right. As for Dougless’s Cosette side, this is where I refer to her as a fairy tale character: she loves so easily and always tries her best to please everyone, only to be trampled down by fortune. Until a Prince Charming of sorts, a “knight in shining armor” comes and rescues her from her dire straits.
At least that’s what the official selling hook says. Concretely, even while our knight in shining armor deems this contemporary woman too emotionally vulnerable to be left alone, or “unprotected”, it is Dougless who keeps saving his life throughout the book, not the opposite. So much so that it finally leads us to the infamous ending Tam-Tam was warning me about in a comment. Well, I liked the end!
Granted, it’s unusual in modern romance. But it makes so much sense, is even predictable to a certain extent…
Dougless didn’t cry. What she was feeling was too deep, too profound for her to cry.
[...]
She knew, felt inside herself, that never again was she going to be the butt of the family’s jokes, because no longer did she feel incompetent, as if she couldn’t handle her own life.
- A Knight in Shining Armor, Jude Deveraux (Pocket Books, 1989)
I know I cried (perhaps because I was generally very emotional that day). That hit the nail on the head for me. It is exactly what I believe and feel about life, and love, and many women’s condition. We were first introduced to a Dougless who had a lot to learn, who was not a little lost, confused and insecure, and we leave her ready to fight her way through life. Now that more than makes up for all the talks of gowns and jewelry and fashion!
That’s my take; I’d be glad to hear other readers’ opinions on this surprising, perhaps a little strange happy end. Did you like it? understand it? Are all Jude Deveraux’s books as crazy? Do you have other recommendations for time travel romance?
* You may argue that a romance novel isn’t there to defend subtle and consistent political, sociological or historical theories. I disagree. If you broach a serious, complex subject, you’re supposed to assume the consequences, not elude them under the pretext of the genre’s featherbrain image or its supposed undertalented audience. When romance authors, editors and publishers understand that, maybe then romance will be considered as proper literature!
Beyond the Highland Mist, by Karen M. Moning (review)
Posted: 2011/04/04 Filed under: Literature | Tags: beyond the highland mist, karen marie moning, paranormal, review, scottish, time travel 2 Comments »I had heard a lot of enthusiastic praise for Karen Marie Moning’s books. Admitting that Beyond the Highland Mist isn’t her best work, I am willing to give her a second chance. But clearly with this first try, I was severely disappointed. It contains a lot of my least favourite cliches about romance, and precious little else.
Adrienne, a twentieth-century young woman from New Orleans, is taken to early sixteenth century Scotland by the fairy King as a means to punish the Earl of Dalkeith, nicknamed the Hawk, for pleasing the fairy Queen too well. The Hawk is a mortal with a supernatural beauty and legendary skills in the arts of the bed chamber, both of which have always guaranteed him the adoration of each and every woman he’s ever met. But Adrienne’s one and only experience with a man has made her hateful of males, most especially of beautiful ones. When she is married by force to the Hawk, yet refuses to perform her wifely duty, her new husband knows he’s finally found this elusive feeling they call love…
Does this sound preposterous and stupid in more ways than you’d care to count? Because that’s exactly what Beyond the Highland Mist felt like while I was reading it. Some authors are magicians when it comes to turning a crazy, ludicrous premise into a fully enjoyable, original book (see Susan Elizabeth Phillips with Nobody’s Baby But Mine). Some aren’t. In this novel, Moning definitely isn’t.
Repeating ad nauseam how physically flawless and perfect the hero is didn’t help me picture him one bit. (Especially when he is introduced as some kind of superlative of several other incredibly beautiful men.) The Hawk simply never gained substance in my head. As for his personality, it would seem that Ms. Moning didn’t grasp the concept of making her characters grow throughout the story. Although the Hawk’s outward image changes from that of an emotionless sex machine to one of absolute and exclusive devotion, the author must have felt that it was quite a stretch for the reader to buy. Not to mention that the offense of serial fucking is hard to forgive. We are thus treated to a surprising deus ex machina: Moning ambiguously suggests that the Hawk actually became Mr. Luva under duress…
WTF?!
Then there’s the heroine. She’s a virgin, still she knows enough about men to swear them off in a way that’s convinced even the fairy fool. Er… not one second. I don’t believe it. And this time again, the author completely botched up her character’s evolution, making her renounce the one thing about her which was respectable: her resistance against the Hawk’s promises of seventh heaven. If there’s one thing I truly, deeply despise, it’s seeing women systematically guilt-tripped for saying no to sex, or for not giving back the “love” that’s bestowed upon them. Passages like this one make me want to scream:
“You, milady, are the iron maiden without a heart. You have brought him nothing but pain since you came here. [...] He would climb into the very heavens and pluck down the stars, one by one, to bestow upon your shining brow, and I tell him you are not worth it. You scoff at his romantic feelings, you shun his freely offered love, you scorn the man himself. Doona tell me you’re not so bad, Adrienne de Simone. You are the worst thing that’s ever happened to that man.”
[...]
“He burned my queen! He stole my freedom, and he trapped me here.”
“Because he cares for you and refuses to lose you! That’s such a terrible thing? [...]“
- Beyond the Highland Mist, Karen Marie Moning (Dell, 1999)
Well, unfortunately, it is. It’s a terrible, terrible thing to assume that only the man is ever entitled to call the shots.
Then there’s the weakness of the subplot. The paranormal battle between the Hawk and the fairy King and his fool could have been much more fantastical and intense than these poor excuses for twists and turns, which in the end only serve to mask the utter simplicity of the love story, the boring ease with which Adrienne falls into Sidheach’s (strong and perfect) arms. At last, what can I say about the author’s writing? It’s not bad, if you can overlook the dubious mix of Shakespearean pastiche and ordinary every day language. Sadly, it isn’t often put to the best purpose:
She’d noticed the stallion’s prominently displayed attributes in the periphery of her vision while she’d been looking at the Hawk’s legs, and managed to muddle the two together, somehow. She certainly had not seen that the Hawk was, himself, hung like a stallion.
Alas, this is not a joke…
What are your pet peeves in the romance genre? And after such a letdown, is there a Karen Marie Moning novel I might still enjoy?














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