Although I can’t say I have read many real “romance novels” (even in the depths of lethargy), the tedious, clichéd, unrealistic romance demonstrated in the few I have read have been deplorable.
Romance novels are tedious. The Miss Whatever and Mr. Whatever are involved in a heart-wrenching separation and finally find love…who wants to read about fifty-five pages detailing the melodramatic sobbing of the Whatevers, to find that abruptly, miraculously, the conformist characters are reunited again? It is, in the least, a waste of time.
Romance novels are clichéd. The Miss Whatever and Mr. Whatever are always the same under-developed characters. They are fluorescent lights compared to flora and fauna. Miss Whatever will be the weak, beautiful woman, and Mr. Whatever will be the strong, macho guy. At the end, they will ride off into the sunset or hold hands on the honeymoon balcony.
Do we expect to see an average, TV-watching, fast-food eating, couch-lounging teenager or adult fall desperately in love for the first time, face a heart-wrenching separation, and finally have a happy ever after? Romance novels are unrealistic. First, most people think they’re desperately in love, and find someone else to think they’re desperately in love with after the first person is gone. Eternal fidelity is rare, since most “desperate loves” are crushes. Furthermore, the “ride off into the sunset” after the honeymoon is going to end up a “blight on the rest of your life” because you’re in debt after spending so much on the expensive honeymoon suite.
Romance novels are unrealistic, tedious, clichéd, and deplorable. They only mask our vision of the real world, increase our lethargy like saltwater to thirst, and bring us the fast food of the literary world.