Recently I read an article in the Daily Mail entitled "Read my lips! Love stories are just a con". Written by the enormously successful romance author Josephine Cox, it suggested that "countless young
women" remain single "because Mr
Perfect didn't appear to sweep her off her
feet like he often does in books and films".
Cox continued, "I can't help wondering how much writers like me will be to blame for peddling unrealistic expectations of romance. So many books and films feature main characters who are perfect (heroes strongly chiselled, heroines porcelainlike and perfect in face and figure) that I worry they may give an unrealistic definition of what the perfect partner and partnership SHOULD be."
Just last weekend I found myself discussing this with my cousin who is about to celebrate her 30th wedding anniversary. She said she's often disappointed by her husband because he doesn't live up to the men she reads about in women's fiction and sees in chick flicks. And this is after thirty years! And she's not the only one...
I'm guilty of it myself. Jennifer Crusie heroes are the ones who seem to get to me the most often. I finish her books both with a feeling of satisfaction (because her books are so good), but also thinking, "Why couldn't I find a man like that?" And I've been happily married for almost 12 years.
I know that men like Janet Evanovich's Joe Morelli or Jennifer Crusie's Phin Tucker (Welcome to Temptation) or even Sophie Kinsella's Luke Brandon don't really exist - or at least, if they do, I don't know any woman who has found one, but that doesn't stop me wondering if they really are out there and I just haven't found them.
Of course, there's also the fact that we only read about the best of these fictional men. Who's to say that Sophie Dempsey isn't driven demented by Phin's snoring or that Luke Brandon actually has a lapdancer habit on the side?
Or, as Josephine Cox puts it, "Books invariably end as our happy couples often walk off into the distance, hand in hand. They don't continue through the sleep deprivation of a young family, the mounting bills, then the spreading waistlines of middle age and the first grey hairs."
So what do you think? Is chick lit an escape from the tedium of real life so-called romance or are you holding out for a romantic hero?
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