by SB Sarah • Tuesday, May 22, 2007 at 06:47 AM
Bitchery member Sara forwarded me a link from YA-powerhouse Meg Cabot’s website, wherein Ms. Cabot poses her favorite 80’s romances gently on the sofa and talks about how much she loves some seriously cheesy comfort reads.
Oh yeah, Meg. I hear you on old school comfort reads. Come on over here and sit with me and my copy of Midsummer Magic.
Her summaries of some of the books are just like some of my dusty recollections of romances I read when I first discovered romance: ...he thinks she’s a boy during the day, duh, and because she has to shut him up or they’ll get arrested or something. Look, my memory on the details are a bit sketchy. I just know it was good when I was 19 or whatever…..
Plus, there’s a shot of Fabio with green eyeshadow.
But the part of the entry I keep re-reading is her romantic swooning over sheikh romances. Far be it from me to ever knock another person’s reading choices, because I love and cherish my share of very bad romances, but I do not understand the appeal and allure of sheikh romance. Please! Enlighten the bitch?
Candy and I were emailing each other about this yesterday:
Candy: I get that it’s all about the All-Powerful and Mysterious Other Who’s Hugely Rich And Takes You Away Like Calgon, etc. etc. It just amuses me that the fact that the dude’s probably Muslim and would make his wife convert and wear the hijab is almost always neatly avoided. Lucy Monroe went so far as to make her Sheikh a Christian in one of her books, which was godawful and hilarious. I get that it’s pure escapism, but its unblinking oblivion at how badly it’s butchering the culture needles me just a touch. It’d be like somebody writing a romance featuring Chinese characters who can’t pronounce Rs properly going around quoting Confucius all the time.
I wonder if people in the Middle East write romances featuring charismatic billionaire Southern Baptist televangelists rescuing some hapless habibti from her workaday drudgery?
Sarah:LOL like AOL at the idea of hajib-wearing women reading escapist fantasies about having hot toupee sex with some conservative coalition member.
I’m always flummoxed when I look at sheikh romances considering the amount of Arab distrust in the US. It’s a strange dichotomy: Arab men of that age bracket are often feared, distrusted, and objects of suspicion, except in romance, where men of that age in that culture are objects of sexual fantasy.
Now granted, I haven’t read a sheikh romance, save for Silver Angel, which I barely remember the salient details of, save for the old school cover with that woman who went prematurely grey and grew her hair to the floor. But judging by the recent releases, there’s sheikhs-a-plenty available for your reading pleasure.
Aside from my vicarious thrill at seeing an old-school romance shelf that embraces some really gawdawful titles that are so very very similar to my own, I have to stop and wonder some more at the prevalence and popularity of sheikh romances (attention: if you’re still playing the drinking game, rumination means that’s 1 more sip). If I head past the new releases at Borders or B&N, there’s still a selection every month of sheihks doing what-all with young women.
Fess up - have you read them? Did you secretly like them? What’s the deal? And if my romance education is 100% incomplete without one, an idea I’d dispute except for how freaking many of them there are holy crap, which one must I read?






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