Despite the many moves in my life since my teen years, a small stack of old romance novels has (mostly) stayed with me. I read them as a preteen and as a teen, sneaking them at first and then just outright borrowing them from my mother and various “aunts” (any adult woman around the family was an aunt). Some I must have squirreled away on purpose just because I liked them (which was stealing, since they weren’t mine, but this did not occur to me at the time. There’s an awkward realization.) Others, I think I just ended up with. Some of the books that made an impression that has lasted through the decades since then I don’t have, or even recall their names. Tragic. And yes, I have tried looking up the plot points I remember. The past few months, with my Kobo out of service for a while and my brain seeking distraction from horrible things, I picked up a mass market paperback romance in a grocery store. After reading that (and one of the other books in the trilogy it was a part of), I looked over at my little surviving stack of romance novels and decided to reread a few.
What did I save? Mostly Regencies, mostly oddball Regencies, which… is not shocking once you think about it. Regencies with witches and I think there is a vampire one and some with magic and things like that. Some were just Regencies without magic, but, when I glanced at them, I remembered enough to realize why I had saved them. At least one random Regency author was out there writing books with a screwball-esque feel to them. And then I realized that the one I remembered most clearly, the one that I felt was the most formative, was missing.
I looked up the author, looked up her books, found it and bought it used. I just reread it. So for no reason at all, an informal review.
Best Laid Schemes by Emma Jensen, published in 1998, is part of a loosely connected series featuring many of the same characters. Of the series, I can only recall two with any detail, but this one was I believe my favorite.
And yes, it was formative, as I suspected.
Tarquin Rome, the Sixth Earl of Hythe is a planner. He likes things to be “simple, sensible, and serious” and has, accordingly, arranged for the three misses he might marry (and their families) to visit his home. It is hinted a few times that he was a rather serious child but not without humor, and that it was the death of his father when he was young, making Tarquin the Earl, that, er, helped him become uptight figure he is today.
He's actually not all that bad, which is also handled delightfully. It’s immediately apparent that Tarquin loves his family and they love him, the author makes a point to show him taking his responsibility to his tenants and servants seriously (seriously in all things, our Tarquin), and he does feel quite passionate about a few subjects—history, art, music, and his collection of antique books. But a bright, nerdy young boy was given a lot of responsibilities at a very young age, and now he does things like plan a house party of potential brides, choosing three eminently suitable young misses in order to get the matter over with and settled.
Obviously, Tarquin has to be saved from himself. So obviously, his mother invites some old family friends to this house party as well.
The Camerons are an old family… respectable, in their way. Perhaps, ahem, notoriously eccentric, but rich and established enough that they are allowed to be. The Camerons love Romance with a capital R. They go on Romantic adventures (where they often die) and get into ridiculous Romantic hobbies (like building catapults, or recreating medieval poisons) and have no interest in anything practical.
Except, of course, for Sibyl. Sibyl Cameron is the black sheep of the Cameron family for managing to not be Romantic in any way. Not that she hasn’t tried to be. She spent most of her childhood getting into scrapes in an attempt to discover her Romantic side—nearly drowning in moats, falling out of windows and getting stuck in the ivy along the wall, that sort of thing. The fact that she was also doing these things because she had a crush on and then was in love with the slightly older Tarquin and was trying to be near him is immaterial. As Sibyl would be the first to say; Tarquin does not love her back. Tarquin tolerates her… although he has been quite the gentleman through the years, rescuing her from the ivy, rescuing her from moats, not losing his temper when he gets injured in this line of duty...
The one interesting thing about Sibyl, as far as her family is concerned, is her ability to predict the future. Of course, this isn’t magic. Sibyl is just logical and her family are predictable and that’s really all there is to it.
But now she is back around Tarquin, this time as a proper young lady, and forced to watch as three other very suitable young ladies compete for Tarquin’s attention.
What is also nice about this book is how many women characters are in it, and how even the three potential brides (the Three Graces, all rich, beautiful, and accomplished) are portrayed fairly kindly. Sure, two of them are not particularly bright but they were not raised to be and don’t really need to be, which is tacitly acknowledged. Sibyl’s problems with them are a combination of being the “plain” one in a room full of supermodels, and her thinking that none of them are right for Tarquin.
In fact, Tarquin’s family, friends, and servants, are all concerned about finding someone right for their slightly stuffy Earl who plans things a little too much. He needs someone on his intellectual level, but also someone understanding, who will encourage him to have a bit more fun.
(It’s Sibyl. They all want him to marry Sibyl.)
The whole book is about the various shenanigans that happen when everyone (but Sibyl) conspire to throw tiny wrenches in Tarquin’s perfect plans. Sibyl is simply being herself for the first time, fun and funny but also a sensible young woman who no longer tries to be a Romantic. And it turns out, a Sibyl who isn’t always constantly almost getting impaled on homemade lances or experimenting with slingshots and accidentally injuring Tarquin in the process is a Sibyl that Tarquin finds far more appealing.
The one interesting thing about Sibyl, as far as Tarquin is concerned, is… actually there are many interesting things about Sibyl for Tarquin to notice now that she isn’t breaking things or falling out of windows or knocking Tarquin into his ass every time they encounter each other. She’s smart and compassionate and funny, and his family adores her, and she’s learned useful things from all her family’s eccentricities, and really… in addition to having eyes that Tarquin keeps getting lost in, she’s quite pretty. And she doesn’t seem to mind when Tarquin isn’t perfectly serious all the time. In fact, she seems to like it when he lets loose a little.
Honestly, this is just a cute, light read, with a lot of screwball elements (although technically, Sibyl is not the one turning Tarquin’s world on its head, so idk if it counts as a screwball). Tarquin’s dignity takes a bit of a beating, but it kind of needed it. And he’s pretty good natured about it, all things considered. I like the descriptions of poor Sibyl, who loves stuffy, regular Tarquin but is in slightly lustful awe of rumpled Tarquin, going all weak-kneed to see him with stubble and messy hair. I like the scene of one of the poor Graces experiencing… well… a gastrointestinal upset and trying to hide it while Tarquin is trying to figure out how to politely tell her it’s okay for her to run to a toilet. (With no judgment, btw. A true gentleman.) I like the slutty but poor Scottish lord side character, Tarquin’s best friend and another Sibyl cheerleader, who must get his own book? Idk I will have to look. (Edit: he did not. Terribly upsetting.)
It was just very cute. Fun reread. Do recommend if you can find a used copy. I don’t think Ballantine is reissuing these, unfortunately. (Edit: I have been informed that you can get the ebook on Kindle) Are there plotholes and such? Does some of it seem (very) improbable? Such is the nature of screwball (and I suppose, screwball-esque). And I didn’t really care, in the end. It was fun, and teen!me must have loved it to remember it after all these years. Not for everyone, and I think we all could have done with less of the monkey, but overall, I enjoyed my reread.