Tuesday, May 30, 2017
A note to other writers
There are few things more delightful than a witty, charming romantic comedy novel, I mean, if one is in the mood for it. I am! So let us saunter over to our mighty bookshelves, these magical ones, holding every book known to human kind, and grab a really good one. Let's see, Quest novels, Realism, ah, here we are, Romantic Comedy Classics!
Why is there only one book here?
Did someone raid the section? Was there a filing accident? Is there a category mistake going on?
No, no, no, these are the dream book shelves, utopian and perfect, and so, only of an ideal world they are by nature a perfect representation.
And there is one great Romantic Comedy Fiction novel? One!
Granted it makes a firm argument for being the most perfect and lovely novel ever written, an eminently coherent argument for being the best of all novels, but, that's it?
Didn't I make some joke the other day about the fantasy genre consisting of Lord of the Rings, Terry Pratchett, and filler? Oh, my bitter mouth! I can think easily of half a dozen other wonders of that genre. What about Earthsea, Name of the Wind, Blue Sword, and The Last Dragonslayer? All great. But here I am looking for a clever, insightful, and charming book about two people falling in love, one of the most obvious sorts of books to try and write, and only one lady, 200 fucking years ago, managed to do it properly?
I think there might be something wrong with us.