It was by chance that I picked up my first romance novel when I was sixteen. I was in high school in class, and one of my classmates was reading Dark Magic by Christine Feehan. I skimmed a few pages and was intrigued. I bought a copy of the book for myself and soon enough, I became a fan of the Dark series. I thought they were incredibly interesting with great plots, great stories, and great character development.
And then I discovered what these novels really were:
Sexist. Beyond sexist. To both men and women.
Yes, everyone, there is such a thing as sexism toward men. Don’t feel bad. It took me a bit of time to realize it also.
In this section of my blog, I will examine passages of several of Christine Feehan’s novels, and I will point how how utterly disgraceful they are in their portrayal of relationships and love.
The first passage is from the first novel in the series, Dark Prince.
Mikhail, the male protagonist, is the Prince of the Carpathians, and he feels incredibly alone. So alone that he roars his pain out in a powerful mental call. Raven Whitney, the female protagonist and a human psychic hears him and tries to console him. Mikhail immediately has the hots for her, and wastes no time in cementing himself as the future dictator of her life.
Oh, yeah. And he molests her too.
“Mikhail’s body refused to obey. His mind was filled with pictures of her, with erotic, taunting scenes. A vision of her lying on her bed, her body naked beneath white lace, her arms outstretched to greet her lover. He swore softly. Instead of his body taking hers, he pictured another man. A human. Rage shook him, raw and deadly.
Skin like satin, hair like silk. His hand moved. He built the picture with deadly precision in his mind. He paid attention to every detail, even to the silly polish on her toenails. His strong fingers curled her small ankle, felt the texture of her skin. His breath caught in his throat, his body tightening in anticipation. He slid his palm up her calf, massaging, tantalizing, moved up farther to her knee, her thigh.
Mikhail knew the precise moment she awakened, her body on fire. Her alarm slammed into him, her fear. Deliberately, to show her what she was dealing with, his palm found the inside of her thigh, stroked, caressed.
Stop! Her body ached for his, for his touch, for his possession. He could hear the frantic pounding of her heart, feel the strength of her mental struggle with him.
Has another man touched you like this? He whispered the words in her mind, dark, deadly sensuality.
Damn you, stop! Tears glittered like jewels in her lashes, in her mind. All I wanted to do was help you. I said I was sorry.
His hand moved higher because he had to, found heat and silk, tiny curls guarding treasure. His palm covered the triangle possessively, pushed into her moist heat. You will answer me, little one. There is still time for me to come for you, to put my mark on you, for me to own you, he warned silkily. Answer me.
Why are you doing this?
Do not defy me. His voice was husky now, raw with need. His fingers moved, probed, found her most sensitive spot. I am being exceptionally gentle with you.
You already know the answer is no, she whispered in defeat.”
So Mikhail telepathically molests Raven to “show her what she was dealing with” like any egotistical power-obsessed rapist. And because “her body ached for his, for his touch, for his possession” that makes it okay.
Oh, and he was being exceptionally gentle with her.
As he continues to molest her, he tells her not to defy him and that HE WILL OWN HER whether she likes it or not. And what raging defiance does our heroine fight back with? Why a pathetic whisper of defeat of course! And when she tries to run from him, is it with terror and hatred for the trauma he put her through?!
“She wanted to stay and learn from him, but he was far too dangerous in his casual use of power.”
No. With reluctance. Fucking reluctance.
He molested her…and she considered staying with him.
Stay tuned folks, for this is only the beginning.