Is it still a man's world?

Writers of historical fiction talk a lot about the importance of getting the facts right. But do we? Take your average hero, for example. Admiral Lord Nelson. 

Now there’s a man worthy of the accolade in ever I knew of one. And yet he was only five foot six tall. Now that wasn’t considered below average in his day and yet have you ever read a Georgian or Regency romance with a hero that short?

Thought not.

How about an ugly hero, come to that, or one with a squint, male pattern baldness, missing limbs or bad breath. I’ve yet to encounter one. In fact I’ve seldom come across one who doesn’t top six feet, has a muscular physique, a full head of thick hair and thighs that look damned good in tight breeches.

Why is that, do you suppose?

Personally, I reckon us girls ‘invent’ the sort of man we wouldn’t mind bumping into in a dark alley and then just add the features that do it for us. My heroes are always…well, tall dark and handsome. How stereotypical is that? In my own defence, some publishers do kinda insist upon hunky heroes, presumably because romances are predominantly read by woman and they’re supposed to fall in love with the guy.

Which leaves the poor old heroine to take the brunt of any physical shortcomings on offer. I mean, if every single historical romance had a handsome hunk playing the male lead and a drop dead gorgeous female with an hour glass figure sharing the limelight, things would get pretty boring. I’ve read books that feature heroines who are timid, (don’t try that one at home), plain enough to fade into the woodwork, myopic, flat-chested and even disabled. Daphne duMaurier’s wonderful novel The King’s General is a fabulous example of how that can work when handled with skill and sensitivity.

My novel Downsizing features, (brace yourselves), an overweight heroine. It’s a contemporary and tackles the misery of obesity, the scourge of the modern age. I didn’t think twice about casting the heroine in that role but making the male lead a fattie didn’t even cross my mind.

See what I mean? It’s still a man’s world.

Happy New Year everyone.

Wendy