Every so often the news media take note of a phenomenon so huge and ubiquitous that it is otherwise as invisible as the woodwork. In the case of romance fiction, one might as well throw in the walls. With a romance novel in any number of languages being sold somewhere around the globe every four seconds, almost all of them published by two allied companies, Harlequin in the U.S. and Mills & Boon in Britain, the genre is certainly a gigantic industry. But is it the oddball, sideshow-to-real-literature that it is often portrayed to be?
Julie Moggan’s new documentary, Guilty Pleasures, arrives from Britain to offer a much closer and more perceptive look at the world of the romance novel by profiling five people involved in it. Though their roles vary widely, they reveal the deeper personal and social meanings of the genre’s allure. Guilty Pleasures discovers not so much a business as a global community of shared imagination, a community whose yearning for romance fiction’s Holy Grail — true love — seems to know no barrier of language or culture, nor show signs of abating any time soon.
Shumita at the beauty salon. Credit: Julie Moggan
There is some truth to the idea that the typical reader of romance fiction is a middle-aged woman, but Guilty Pleasures presents a surprising cultural diversity. Japanese housewife Hiroko, who feels something lacking in her comfortable life; Shumita, an Indian woman who is separated from her husband; and English mother of three Shirley, who wants to spice up her marriage, could hardly be from more different backgrounds. Yet they all speak the language of true love. Among those bringing them this language, and the world it represents, are prolific English Mills & Boon author Gill Sanderson and Stephen, the incredibly handsome and well-built American model featured on more than 200 Harlequin/Mills & Boon book covers.
Hiroko and Shirley’s husbands respond to their wives’ romantic obsessions with commendable equanimity, if perhaps too much of the practicality that may have sent their wives to romance novels in the first place. Shirley’s husband is a hands-on “working man’s man,” who sees his wife’s reading habits as harmless enough, if a bit of a waste of time. He’s likely to be found reading a mechanical manual or something titled Unnatural Death in bed, while Shirley peruses a steamy Mills & Boon number. Hiroko’s husband, Seiich, is an adoring spouse, and greatly amused by his wife’s romantic fancies, which include being swept off her feet by a dashing David Beckham look-alike. He cheerfully admits he can’t fulfill her romantic dreams and sees the books as a healthy outlet. He even encourages Hiroko to take up ballroom dancing, though he wouldn’t dream of participating. But once Hiroko is at the studio, will glamour and excitement spur her to act on her infatuation with her handsome dance instructor?
That, of course, is the rub — how does one fix the border between fantasy and reality? For Shumita, the struggle for an answer is a bit more serious. She married her husband when they were both young, but he left her for a younger woman. Shumita can laugh about the books’ utopian resolutions but can’t help feeling they contain a truth about love. “Mills and Boon, you know, they create an excitement in my life,” she says. “When I look at the lovely, heady relationship…it gives me a buzz. But it’s not something I’m setting my cap on. It’s not going to be that knight in shining armor. It’s about romancing yourself in a way. That’s what will save me.”
Everyone, it seems, is a sucker for true love. Far from being cynical purveyors of the genre, Gill the author and Stephen the model are perhaps as romantic as their readers. Stephen may shrug about the ideal lover he portrays, but he spends the film searching for a soul mate. In his work, Stephen is that dark hero with the torn shirt, staring deeply into a woman’s eyes. (“You’re either wearing nothing…or you’re decked out in ruffles and puffles and truffles,” he muses. “I’m a cowboy a lot. Lot of swords. Shirtless with a sword.”) Yet, incredibly, this man who can’t walk from the beach to his Miami apartment without causing a sensation isn’t even in a relationship when the film opens. Stephen’s idea of romance is more spiritual than steamy. His worry that he may never meet his “twin flame” is a quandary that is quite real for him, if quite perplexing to most of the rest of us.
Harlequin cover shoot. Credit: Julie Moggan.
The somewhat ambiguously named author Gill Sanderson, who has legions of devoted readers across the world, is actually Roger, a pensioner writing from a trailer park in England’s Lake District. At first glance, it’s a bit of a laugh, of course, but Roger quickly displays a pride in craftsmanship and affection for his readers that dispel any sense of exploitation. He may have the objectivity of the formula writer who understands his formula (“Could you have a red-headed hero? Never done one, never will,” he says), but his fictional characters somehow get under his skin.
“At night, you know, when you go to bed, you put your characters almost to bed,” Roger says. “They’re still in your mind, and you give them not a good night kiss, but a sort of little pat on the head: ‘Yes, we’ve done a good job today, the three or the four of us and it’ll carry on tomorrow.’ I love happy endings. There’s nothing wrong with a happy ending.”
Guilty Pleasures is a delightful and touching discovery of the depths of human emotion in what may at first seem the cultural shallows. The success of romance novels, with due credit to the people who produce and market the books, would seem to stem from the power of the romantic ideal of true love and its pull on the human heart. In this surprising sense, romantic novels, despite their formulaic quality, may be more authentic expressions of human nature than more ostensibly “literary” tomes.