On Busting into New Genres

2010 at 5am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

This post inspired by Bookrageous Podcast, Episode 2.

People, I am doing something I never thought I’d do (and which I’m pretty sure I SWORE I’d never do) in a million years.

I am reading a romance novel!

That’s right. It’s a book all about love and the search for Mr. Right—or maybe just Mr. Right Now—(And sex. I hope to god there’s some steamy sex to make it worthwhile).  And the cover is sky blue with shoes on it. Shoes! On the cover of a book!  And I’m reading it! I feel like I’m in that episode of 30 Rock where Liz Lemon goes to the beach and reads a pink book entitled Novel for Women.

I’m approaching my twenty-eighth birthday and I’ve never read a book like this. Sure, I’ve read some books that could be classified as “women’s fiction,” and I’ve taken “chick lit” to the beach a few times (I’m putting these classifications in quotation marks because I don’t totally buy into them, and I tend to think books with the same subject matter but written by men are treated and classified differently), but I’ve never read a real, true romance novel. I’ve never had the desire to.

I will confess: I have always assumed that romance novels are cheesy, formulaic, reductive (in the sense that they present women as desperate-for-love stereotypes), and lacking the kind of literary merit I look for in the books I read. 

Some might say this makes me a snob, but I think it means I know myself and what kinds of books I respond to, and because I don’t have unlimited reading time, I prioritize my reading choices accordingly. You will find no hair-tearingly earnest essays about why it is nobler/wiser/better/more upstanding to read out of your comfort zone on this blog. Oh no, I am decidedly not about the guilt trip here (but I will reserve the right to mock you openly if you attempt to extol the virtues of anything written by Stephenie Meyer).

What I *am* about is a healthy attitude toward experimentation (you were waiting for the innuendo, weren’t you?) and willingness to take feedback from trusted friends, and that’s where this little romance-reading adventure comes from.  I never read romance novels because I never thought I would find them interesting. I have a problem with suspension of disbelief, and my attitudes about love, sex, and marriage aren’t exactly traditional, and, well, I just made a bunch of assumptions about romance novels and the kinds of people who read them.

There. I said it.

My attitudes about romance novels have been shifting these last few months, though, and it’s because I have found myself in the company of progressive, intelligent, awesome women who share many of my worldviews and also love to read romance. So I’ve begun to think it’s not so much that romance novels aren’t right for me but that I just need to meet the right one.

Enter Sarah from the superfabulous best-romance-site-on-the-web Smart Bitches, Trashy Books and a Twitter conversation—really, where else could this happen—in which she offered to make a custom recommendation based on my reading taste.  When an expert makes an offer like this, the only acceptable answer is “yes,” so I rattled off a few of my recent favorites (Mr. Peanut, Day for Night, A Visit from the Goon Squad), and she diagnosed me as someone who likes multiple lines of narrative and layered plot lines (right on both counts), and she sent me off to order Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me (cover with link in right sidebar).

I’m about a quarter of the way through the book now, and so far it’s…well, it’s different. I don’t know what to expect or how to review it since I don’t have an big-picture understanding of the genre, and I’m fighting my urge to be critical about the fact that the heroine is a frumpy woman with low self-esteem. The writing is snappy, and the banter is witty, and I’m doing my best to lose myself in a story that I know is supposed to be a fantasy.

And I’m waiting for it to get dirty.

Will I become a fanatical reader of romance novels after this?  Probably not. But I’m satisfying a curiosity and hoping that I’ll discover another kind of “palette cleanser” book for in between the heavier reads, and, if nothing else, I’ll be able to say I’ve done it. And you just never know until you try, right?

That’s the beauty of experimentation.

I’d love to hear about your reading experiments here, and I hope you’ll stay tuned for a special Bare Necessities romance edition from Sarah in the next few weeks.

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