by Bill Kirton
Mystery
and Romance – two genres which, on the surface, seem to operate in different
dimensions and act on different parts of the psyche. In one, the bodice is
ripped by the fumbling hands of a brooding, handsome gentleman whose hunger and
love are matched by that of its wearer; in the other, the hands don’t fumble
because they’re deliberate as they wield the razor of the serial killer who’s
intent on adding another slice of flesh to the collection in his Sheraton
mahogany display cabinet.
But
both are subject to often strict conventions. For the most part, Romance calls
for happy endings, but then so does Crime – well, endings anyway. The mystery
must be solved, the culprit apprehended or punished in some other way. There
are, of course, examples which subvert the rules, but we only recognise them
because the rules are there. The point is that, in both genres, resolution is
reached and fans are happy that their desires have been sated yet again.
In
the end, though, the rules are only sacrosanct because the characters accept
them as such. Romantic heroes and heroines believe in the possibility of
happiness. Not only that, it’s a happiness which, according to the rules, will
be eternal – happy ever after – a condition which, for (I’m guessing) the vast
majority of real people, is unattainable. OK, so obstacles have appeared, but
they’ve been overcome. So does that mean there won’t be any more? Probably not,
so how can things be ‘happy ever after’. Does requited love really change the
way the world works?
It’s
hard to imagine a detective, faced with corpse after corpse, excess after
excess in the books in which s/he features, having the same belief in the
perfectibility of the species and a rosy outcome. And yet s/he works at solving
the problems, bringing light where there was darkness. So the apparent
bleakness suggested by all these misdeeds can be overcome. In a way, it’s
illusory.
The
more you look at it, the less cut and dried it seems to be. And I found this
out for myself when a Crime novel of mine also became a Romance as I was
writing it, mainly because, without any planning or direction on my part, two
of the characters started being attracted to one another. At the end of the
book, I wrote this:
Quickly,
she raised her hands to his face and pulled him down towards her. As he leaned
forward, he saw her lips part and then, suddenly, felt them warm and soft
against his own. It was a lover’s kiss.
But
that was all. Their social stations were different and no decisions had been
made about their future conduct. The woman had the impulse to kiss the man and
that was that. And it's generated a problem because, at the moment, I'm working
on the sequel, which is set a year later, so what have they been doing
meantime? The year is 1842 so they didn't have the freedoms we now enjoy,
neither really wants to get married (yet anyway) and there's another murder to
be solved. But until I (or they) work out what they've been doing over the past
twelve months, I can't make much progress.
I'm
not a Romance writer but, as has been said many times by many people, it’s the
characters who drive the plot. So let’s try it. I’ll pluck a name out of the
air – Marie-Rose Tremaine. There. I won’t describe her because you, the reader,
prefer to shape her to your fancy. The name is slightly exotic, certainly, but
it could equally be that of a simple Cornish girl. Remember Tess Durbeyfield,
a.k.a. Tess of the D’Urbervilles, and look what became of Norma Jeane
Mortenson.
Now
let’s put her in a setting and see how she decides what the book will be. She’s
standing by a gate at the edge of a field at sunset. In the corner of the field
is a crumbling old barn. But the view is beautiful, it brings out all her
yearnings for the love and affection she never got from her father, a retired
Field Marshal. She sighs at the beauty of it all but her musing is interrupted
by footsteps. She turns and sees a tall, handsome man walking towards her down
the lane, a shotgun cradled over his arm.
Now
over to you. Is it a Romance, a Mystery? What happens next?
3 comments:
He's stalking a pheasant for her dinner, Bill. :) I don't think mysteries and sexual relationships mix well, although my mysteries contain a little romance. My secondary character, Sheriff Walter Grayson, pursues one of the female protagonists for five novels before he finally "catches" her.
Through five novels? Wow, congratulations, Jean. Also, with your pheasant suggestion, you've invented a new genre - Gastronomic Romance Mystery.
Yes, novel #5 was released today in ebook form, in print next week. I'll be blogging about A Murder in Paradise on Friday.
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