Well, this was...painful.
I'm well aware that Devil's Desire is the great-grandmother of many historical romances today, so I'm willing to let the predictable plot & cheeseball suspense slide. But the flat characters & terrible writing are inexcusable. This author is labeled one of HR's grande dames, yet I saw nothing to earn that title aside from the mid-1970s publishing date. The bulk is a mash of clunky infodumps, adverbial orgies, & sloppy writing with a wallpaper-thin Regency backdrop. Backstories are repeated ad nauseam -- except when key points are never explained at all, or other characters plop in with no prior histories whatsoever. Minor personages are abruptly dropped when no longer needed. Everyone stands around yammering for 95% of the book before some crazy frothing-at-the-mouth villain takes over in a scene straight out of Scooby Doo. The hero was a paltry rake who's one step away from stompy-ass Harlequin Presents idiocy, & the heroine was a standard "spunky" Regency miss who feels oppressed by "normal" feminine activities but loves to read & ride horses (still the favored template in genre HR).
Blech.
And so, I present...
DEVIL'S DESIRE;
or,
MY MISUNDERSTANDING IS BIGGER THAN YOURS.
-a parody in screenplay-
(Includes spoilers & swearing, of course. :P)
ELYSIA: Boohoo, woe is me. I’m the heroine. I have flaming red hair & shining green eyes. I used to have a mother, a father, a brother named Ian, & a white horse named Ariel. I raised Ariel since he was born & he let nobody ride him but me.
EVIL AUNT AGATHA: Muahahaha!
ELYSIA: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
EVIL AUNT AGATHA: I’m your evil aunt, & I loathe you with the unreasonable passion of a thousand fiery suns!
ELYSIA: But I don’t understand why.
EVIL AUNT AGATHA: Blah, blah, blah. Here’s a long-winded backstory about how I’m a psycho bitch who holds grudges for thirty years. And by the way, I’ve arranged a marriage for you.
ELYSIA: Oh noes!
EVIL AUNT AGATHA: Yes, he’s a lecherous fat guy with three shrewish daughters. Enjoy yourself.
LECHEROUS FAT GUY: Muahahaha! You haz boobies.
ELYSIA: I shall run away so none of these people can find me again.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Is it too early to be gripped by a nebulous sense of doom? Because this prose is terrible.
(Meanwhile, somewhere else…)
ALEX: I’m the hero. I have hawk-like features & fierce golden eyes. I’m unobservant as hell. I’m a devil. I hate women.
PETER: Damn, bro. You’re awful harsh about stuff. And apparently you’ve killed people with pistols.
ALEX: You forgot how much I hate women.
PETER: Yeah, what’s up with that?
ALEX: I dunno. It’s a big freakin’ mystery that I might not bother to explain, like, ever. But it makes women crave my peen, so there you go.
EVIL GUY NAMED JASON: Muahahaha!
ALEX: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
EVIL GUY NAMED JASON: My name is Jason, Lord WhoGivesaFuck. I’m planning to sabotage your social standing because you thwarted my marriage to some chick who was your ward for reasons that nobody bothered to explain.
ALEX: Huh? Oh, that’s right...she’s not in this book. What’s her name again?
EVIL GUY NAMED JASON: Die, damn you! Or at least be ostracized from Almack’s. I loathe you with the unreasonable passion of a thousand fiery suns!
ALEX: Of course you do, moron. Thanks for dropping this pretty girl in my bed.
ELYSIA: Oh noes! Someone drugged my rum toddy.
ALEX: Do I frighten you?
ELYSIA: Yes.
ALEX: Good, because I hate women. Let’s get married. It will solve a bunch of nonsensical plot issues.
ELYSIA: You’re a devil! And I wanted true love. Boohoo, woe is me.
ALEX: True love is for pussies.
ELYSIA: Well, I suppose marrying you is better than having to work for a living.
ALEX: Put your fugly dress back on. We’re hittin’ up the parsonage.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Woah, spare my sensibilities & slow this wacky clown car! All these infodumps are giving me motion sickness.
(A couple weeks later…)
ELYSIA: I think I’ll take a horseback ride. Alone. Through unfamiliar lands. Just like Alex told me not to do, because reasons.
WISE OLD STABLEMASTER: Hey, you’re that girl I used to know. Go figure.
ELYSIA: I’m married to Alex now. Woe is me.
WISE OLD STABLEMASTER: Here, this will cheer you up.
ELYSIA: Why, it’s Ariel! This is the horse I raised since he was born & who won’t let anyone ride him but me!
ALEX: I’m not excited that this pleases you. Because I hate women.
ELYSIA: And I’m not excited that you’re not pleased to have pleased me. Because you’re a devil.
ALEX: Well, whatever. Now that you’re happy here, my hawk-like features & intense golden eyes demand that you put out.
ELYSIA: You’re a devil!
ALEX: Yeah, but you like me kissing your boobies.
ELYSIA: This might be true love.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Huh?? Two pages ago you hated the guy!
(The next chapter…)
ELYSIA: Men keep their wives chained by social requirements & marriage because they fear us being their intellectual equals.
ALEX: Whatever. I hate women.
ELYSIA: You’re a devil!
ALEX: Let’s go enjoy more antagonistic sex.
ELYSIA: Woot!
PETER: Whassup, everyone?
ELYSIA: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
PETER: I’m Alex’s brother. I’m not a devil. And I killed that jerkoff Evil Jason in a duel nobody saw but me & my buddy Charles.
EVIL GUY NAMED JASON: Muahaha! I died cursing your face, Alex.
ALEX: U dead, moron. Shut up now.
PETER: You’re a devil.
ELYSIA: But I like kissing him anyway.
CHARLES: Hey, guys!
ALEX: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
CHARLES: Nothing, really. But I’m more interesting than everyone else because I’m the foppish comic relief.
ALEX: Nice to meet you. Stay for dinner. I hate women.
ELYSIA: Have you met my white horse? His name is Ariel & I raised him since he was born, so now he won’t let anyone ride him but me. I also had a brother named Ian, but he’s dead. Woe is me.
LOUISA: I inexplicably crave your friendship because it serves future plot devices. Also, I’m in love with some mystery man that roams around the moors. He might be a sailor & thus totally unsuitable for my station.
ELYSIA: Yay, I has a bestie!
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Headdesk. Headdesk. Headdesk.
(A few minutes afterward…)
EVIL EX MARIANA: Muahahaha! I’ve arrived to ruin your tenuous hold on marital contentment.
ELYSIA: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
EVIL EX MARIANA: I want Alex. And his money. And his title. And his man-bits. I loathe you with the unreasonable passion of a thousand fiery suns!
ALEX: Go rot in a hole, you stupid bitch.
EVIL EX MARIANA: You’re a devil!
ALEX: I hate women. I want to bone my wife.
EVIL EX MARIANA: Alex would rather bone me, you know.
ELYSIA: For some reason I trust that your words are totally accurate. Boohoo, woe is me! But if I continue to pretend that I hate this man, perhaps he will reward me with everlasting true love. I’ve reached this important life-changing decision based solely on a single conversation with someone who hates me, so it’s vitally important that I not speak to my husband & clarify the truth.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Oh, dear god. Not the Big Mis.
(Several chapters later…)
ALEX: I think I’ll hang out with my Evil Ex Mariana, because reasons. But don’t worry. I’m still faithful to my wife, even though I hate women.
ELYSIA: You’re a devil! …Oops, I’ve been shot.
RANDOM GUY: Omg, Elysia! You’re bleeding! Someone has tried to kill you!
ELYSIA: Ian?! Wtf are you doing here??
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: Yes! ‘Tis I, your brother who was long dead!...Except not really.
ELYSIA: Look! I also found Ariel, the horse that I raised since his birth & who won’t let anyone ride him but me.
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: Cool beans. So guess what? I’m a spy. And I’m in love with Louisa, but I told her my name was David. It’s part of my super-secret spy routine to defeat smugglers. Just remember, on no account can you speak of any of this to anyone. My presence must remain a secret, especially from Alex. Because, y’know. Spy stuff.
ELYSIA: Yes, my husband is a devil.
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: I hear he also hates women.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: …These people need to die in a fire.
(A few days after…)
ALEX: You are boning this mystery man whose name is Ian! I’ve deduced this because you refuse to tell me anything about him, therefore you’re obviously a faithless hellspawn whore!
ELYSIA: I’m not a hellspawn whore, thankyouverymuch. But you’re a devil.
ALEX: I hate women. And I hate you too. We’ll never have hatesex again, dammit!
PETER: Da fuck is wrong with you morons?
ELYSIA: Woe is me! Mariana was totally right. Alex hates me. I am like a bud that had begun to open & flower, half-opened by the first warming rays from the sun & nourishing drop of moisture from the rain, but it would now wither & die from neglect.** [**direct quote]
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: Muahahaha! I loathe you with the unreasonable passion of a thousand fiery suns!
ELYSIA: Who are you & what is your function in this story?
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: I’m some resentful nobody that hates you because reasons. I’ve created the most dumbfuck Cunning Plan that ever existed & set an obvious trap to cause you harm.
ELYSIA: Duuuuuur…
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: Look, your precious husband is injured!
ELYSIA: Where?!
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: I lied. Now I’ve shoved you down some stairs in a secret passage.
ELYSIA: Woe is me!
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Words cannot convey how much I hate y’all.
(And finally the climax arrives…)
LOUISA: Look, it’s Ariel, the horse that Elysia raised since he was born & who won’t let anyone ride him but her. My dear friend is in danger! Why are my parents so evil?!
ARIEL: I’ll let you ride me, because whatever. I’m just trying to bring this soggy drama to an end.
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Thank god somebody is on my side.
SMUGGLERS: Woohoo, gunfight!
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: Taste my pain, assholes!
ALEX: I hate women! Where’s my wife, dammit?!
LOUISA’S EVIL FATHER: I died. Not that anyone cares, since I only had, like, four lines.
ELYSIA: Gosh, I hope Louisa’s mother is okay.
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: I’m the attacker, you moron! How is it you’re not dead yet? You are my nemesis that refuses to die! Burn in hell, you beauteous bitchwhore! That’s for stealing Alex & ruining our plans for increased social standing by browbeating Lousia into a marriage she’d hate!
ELYSIA: Woe is me.
LOUISA’S EVIL MOTHER: STFU & listen to an epic infodump about how I’m an criminal mastermind. Look how insanely evil & awesome I am! See, I’m literally frothing at the mouth. Fear me! …Oops, I fell on some pointy rocks.
SMUGGLERS: We’re all dead, too. Does anybody care? Nah.
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: Louisa! I love you. I’m sorry I had to lie about the spy stuff. I’m actually a respectable lieutenant in the British navy.
LOUISA: I love you, David! Or Ian. Whatever your name is.
ELYSIA: Yay, now we’ll be in-laws!
ALEX: How dare this man hug another woman when he’s boning you! Elysia is mine! Mine! All for me! Nobody else will ever touch her, you wife-stealing bastard! My toys are my own! Waaaaah!
RANDOM GUY WHO IS IAN: For fuck’s sake, dumbass. She’s my sister.
ALEX: …Oh. I feel stupid. Maybe I should’ve, y’know, asked some logical questions instead of charging around like a wanky dunderhead.
ELYSIA: That’s just how you are, darling. You’re a devil.
ALEX: But I love you.
ELYSIA: D’aww! You’re so cute. ^___^
SARAH WHO IS READING THIS: Can’t breathe…book…smothering…will…to live…
THE END.