Penelope, A Romantic Comedy
by Anya Wylde
I have written before about how much I enjoy a good Regency Romance. Regency Romances are set in England generally between 1810 – 1830. This was a time of modest heroines and gentlemen heroes.
This Regency Romance is too stupid to finish reading. I made it half way – a remarkable accomplishment. Aside from the frequent use of words never before uttered in the early 19th century, like “canoodle,” and sentences like “Eyes did not have rays like the sun that poked a person in the neck to alert them as to another’s regard,” (which makes no sense), the story is pure drivel.
A dowager duchess invites the country-bumpkin daughter of her long-dead friend to come to London for the season. Sounds like it has promise. Then, the daughter, Penelope, arrives with her pet GOAT that is immediately allowed to wander around the Duke’s house without even a brief discussion as to the appropriateness of having farm animals chewing on the Duke’s underthings. Top that off with the idea of a leading ton modiste who is actually a man and does nothing to disguise the fact.
“Stupid is as stupid does.”