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From our ducktastic friend, Lynne Connolly

Georgette Heyer

There are three writers whose complete works are permanently on my TBR shelf, and always will be. Not the classics, but writers I discovered all by myself and then followed slavishly until they died. Yes, sadly, they’re all dead. So I’ll start with the one who died furthest ago. Georgette Heyer.

The Divine Georgette was the only begetter of the Regency genre. She wrote about the Regency when our grandmothers were young or not even thought of and she’s never been out of print since her first book came out. How’s that for longevity?

DanceHeyer started by writing in several genres, historical, contemporary and detective. She dropped the contemporaries, even had them suppressed (they’re okay, but nothing special), but kept on with the historicals and the detectives.

Her first historicals were less-than-accurate Georgians. We’ve all read the romance which could have been set in any period, the details so weird and wonderful that it turns into a guess-the-era festival. Well the early Heyers were a bit like that. Swashbuckling, adventurous, lots of fun. And in These Old Shades, she took the May/December romance further than I found comfortable. Her heroine is legal, but she behaves like a spoiled teenager and her hero is the jaded roué, the Duke of Avon. But people love and adore this book, even now.

I started to love Heyer when I read her first Regency, Regency Buck. Not her most successful book, and one that has one of the most slappable heroines in all romancelandia, but I loved it, drank it up. You see Heyer has that indefinable something – she has a unique and special voice. You can read Heyer in modern writers now, not least because she planted traps for people who dared to copy her. One of the things Heyer is famous for is her slang, but most of it is authentic to the Regency era – except for a few. “Making a cake of oneself” is usually accepted as one of her bombs. Read that in a book and you can be sure that the writer is a Heyerite. She always claimed it was authentic, but nobody has found the source.

Parlor GameIn Heyer, you will find every kind of Regency hero and she wrote the originals of all the heroes that came after. And then some. We don’t often find the gentle, unassuming hero in modern Regencies, but we had the delightful Gilly in The Quiet Gentleman. There is the war hero, unknown by his relatives in The Unknown Ajax, the haughty aristocrat brought low by a lively family in Frederica, the Regency leader of fashion in Arabella and the nabob, self-made man in Black Sheep. The rake? The absolute pattern-card, the ultimate rake is Damerel, the hero of Venetia, probably my favourite Heyer.

There are so many Regency rakes now, that it’s hard to realise that he didn’t originate until Damerel strode across the field, disentangled Venetia from the briars and stole a kiss. Then, when he discovered she wasn’t the village girl he imagined, he laughed. And was enchanted when Venetia didn’t storm off in high dudgeon, but shared the joke with him. They spend the book falling in love and when Damerel forces her to give him up, we’re as devastated as Venetia. But hey, it’s a romance and yes, Venetia forces matters and she gets her man. Feisty heroine, sexy, powerful hero. Told with wit and aplomb, it’s irresistible.

Take this bit from the proposal scene in Venetia for great conversation and the most delicious sexual tension imaginable:

“You’d know about my orgies!” objected Damarel.
“Yes, but I shouldn’t care about them once in a while. After all, it would be quite unreasonable to wish you to change all your habits, and I can always retire to bed, can’t I?”
“Oh, won’t you preside over them?” he said, much disappointed.
“Yes, love, if you wish me to,” she replied, smiling at him. “Should I enjoy them?”
He stretched out his hand, and when she laid her own in it, held it very tightly. “You shall have a splendid orgy, my dear delight, and you will enjoy it very much indeed!”

Pause for happy sigh.

You’ve read it before in other books? I daresay you have, but Heyer wrote it first.

She had two hero types, she claimed, the A and the B (can we say alpha and beta?) but she does herself a disservice, as she did so often. Her heroes are memorable and very different to each other. Meet them in a ballroom (please!) and you’d know which was which without having to learn their names.

I don’t write Regencies very often because for me, Heyer did it all. I did want to see the characters in bed, and Heyer, being a woman of her era, couldn’t take them into the bedroom, but when I start to write Regency, I tend to channel Heyer. So I write in my beloved Georgian era instead, where I can see the age without the filter of an author who always dominated the field.

So what’s your favourite Heyer? Or can’t you decide?
These Old Shades Regency Buck The Quiet Gentleman The Unknown Ajax Frederica Arabella Black Sheep Venetia