Romance and culture through a lens

Last week, I finished reading Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse. Despite not often getting the feels from books like this, I rather enjoyed it. The characters, the setting and the sheer Britishness of it charmed me. It was the sort of story I pictured as a Bridget Jonesy rom com with Colin Firth. And who doesn’t love a bit of ol’ Colin?

I’m sure I’ve read British romances before, but being mindful of cultural diversity at the moment, it’s got me thinking about how to write a story with Australian characters without making it tragically Australian. You know, the “I’m going to beat you over the head with how Aussie I am” thing versus the off-the-cuff, by-the-way, aw yeah nah, it is what it is kind of thing.

I liked that about Evie Bliss’s The S’expert. Aside from the writing style and humour drawing me in, maybe it’s because I hear Aussie turns of phrases every day that I could gel with this. No hurdles, no extra translator switch to flick. Not that it’s a problem normally, as I’m surrounded by American and British English on a daily basis. But removing that extra language layer must certainly make a difference at the cognitive level.

Though I never detail it in the book, You and I is set in Australia. Sydney, to be precise. Leah and Craig live in Redfern. The Airbnb in Part 4 is in Bondi, though I pictured the surrounding area looking more like Manly. In my head, the characters have Aussie accents (Perth middle-class accents, oddly) and use Aussie vernacular — I wonder if that’s why the words just flowed while I was writing.

Some readers and reviewers asked for a more fleshed-out story after reading You and I. At the time, I had just recovered from writing Chasing Sisyphus and facing my fear of too many words. I wanted to play with a minimalist style, so I left out anything that didn’t have to do with sex or Leah’s emotional journey. That included auxiliary Aussie things.

But now I look back and wonder if I should have gone into detail, especially after reading Delane’s review of it on Coffee Time Romance. I wonder, what changes about the way we relate to characters when we understand their cultural context? What assumptions do we make about people from just hearing their accents? And what factors about someone or a situation are simply impossible to pick up yourself without having to be told?

I don’t know if I would have liked Love Through a Lens as much if it had been set in Australia or America or Canada. I wonder, if Lucy Felthouse had omitted the details about the British countryside and culture, would I have been able to fill in the blanks on my own? Should stories in the romance and erotica genres even ask that much of a reader?

These thoughts, on a Thursday afternoon.

 


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A little grizzling goes a long way

My cat is wandering around the study, grizzling under her breath as she looks for a place to settle. It mirrors exactly how I feel when I look at the draft I’m working on.

So, one of my goals is to write a serial novel. I used to write them when I was a teenager on the internet — cos that’s just what you do when you’re not up late chatting with friends in other timezones. My big burnout-induced hiatus from writing was a long time ago, but sometimes, I still feel like I’m fighting to get back to where I was before it happened. I imagine publishing and finishing a serial novel would get me my confidence back.

It’s all planned out — plot, character journeys, incompatible personality quirks that make for frustrating relationship conflicts. The trouble is I hate it. I’m dragging my feet (fingers) on every line. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m trying to write characters dealing with problems I can’t relate to. Maybe it’s the story setting. Maybe the contemporary world doesn’t allow for enough outlandish bullshit. Maybe there’s not enough black-and-white good-versus-evil. I don’t know. I’m grizzling.

After my little getaway, I have two more getaways to look forward to this month. One is a beach holiday to enjoy the impending Western Australian sunshine. The other is a fitness weekend where I hope to work hard, then break my no-drinking run. I hope it’s hot, hot, hot for both trips 🌞 and I come home with some fully sick and sexy summer stories for you all.

I’ve decided not to do NaNoWriMo this year. Sure, it’s 2 for 2 on finishing the challenge, but I’m 0 for 0 on walking away with a workable draft. I do want to write something in November, though. Maybe it’ll be this serial, maybe a story for Christmas, maybe something else entirely.

For now, though, I’m throwing together a small pile of clothes for my cat to sleep on, then topping up my coffee cup.

What’s new?

  • Birdwatchers is out! Thank you to my lovely newsletter subscribers for reading the ARC and getting in touch with such encouraging feedback 💕
     
  • I’ve submitted a steamy little story to the microfiction call by Circlet Press. I don’t know if or when I’ll hear back, but I hope I get to share it with you somehow before Halloween! 🎃
     
  • The Induction of Satine comes out in a month, but the free advance copy is still available for subscribers until the end of next month because who the hell schedules stuff properly anyway? 💌

 


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