Paul Whybrow
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I previously posted a thread, a couple of years ago, about the perils of writing about sex, but we've attracted more members to the Colony since then, so I'm encouraging fresh opinions.I've come back to the subject, as I'm in the early stages of writing my fifth Cornish Detective novel, enjoying the process of constructing the crimes my protagonist detective is going to investigate, but also cogitating on how he's going to handle a love affair—and how I'm going to write it.
I've seen the advice given to writers of crime stories, that they shouldn't drag in romantic elements, for fear of diluting the tough guy potency of the private investigator or detective. I had a think about this, and largely agreed, though recalled that there are some crime writers, I admire, who successfully integrate the love lives of their characters into their investigations. Dennis Lehane's Kenzie & Gennaro series, and James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux novels handle the joys and disappointments of love and lust with tact and common sense, showing how the emotional state of the protagonists affects them and their work. As for Jo Nesbo's Harry Hole series, who has to be the most successfully realised dysfunctional detective ever, if he's not getting drunk or doing drugs, he's sniffing around women, and if he's not bedding them, he's masturbating!
My own protagonist detective has gone from being a recent widower, falling into dark depression in the first two novels, to reinventing himself with the help of counselling in the next two stories. Now, in book five, he's confronted with the alluring presence of a witness from the opening story, who he's kept in contact with by email and Skype, while she was living in Wyoming. He's confident and randy enough to have sex again, without feeling like he's betraying his dead wife.
I'm not intimidated by writing romantic and love making scenes, having working experience through being a relationship counsellor, and also from penning erotica to order back in the 1980s (the strangest requested story being a woman who was aroused by wardrobes!). What bothers me more, is avoiding the horrible clichés that infect many novelists' sentences whenever things look like they're about to go horizontal. Typically, the male character suddenly becomes aware of the woman's scent or hair or the cut of her clothing, and I think, "Uh, oh, he's got the horn!"
It's not just embarrassed crime writers that drop these heavy-handed hints. I'm currently enjoying Richard Flanagan's The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which won the 2014 Man Booker Prize, in which a catastrophic love affair between the protagonist and his uncle's wife haunts him for the rest of his life. They haven't done it yet, but Flanagan signalled the upcoming action in a scene where the skimpily dressed wife prowls a beach of sunbathers 'aware of the gaze of men and women' and 'filled with the strangest restlessness. 'Ooh err, missus, you better go and have a good lie down!
What bothers you about how writers handle romance and sex?
Are there any authors who you think do it well?
How much lovey-dovey and rumpy-pumpy do you include in your crime/science-fiction/thriller/fantasy/historical novels?
I'm looking forward to giving my detective protagonist a happy personal life, via his burgeoning love affair, as, up to now, he's largely got through by clinging to the demands of his work. Long term, I intend to treat his romantic and sexual feelings as just a part of life, though his immediate state of euphoria will lead to him missing vital clues in his current investigation.
As Socrates said, 'Every action has its pleasures and its price.'
(Miserable old git! )