I’ve been tagged by Eve to list 10 snoggable literary characters.
This takes me down memory lane!
In no particular order:
- George Emerson in E.M. Forster’s A Room With A View: my high school literary crush! Yes.
- Howard Roark in The Fountainhead: You know, he’s one of those men in real life who would like, say two words to me, and then throw me on the bed. I wouldn’t take him to parties with me, but maybe we could do intellectual debates in the secrecy of our home and then throw each other around, eventually landing on the bed.
- Aragorn in Lord of the Rings: A nice guy to take through dangerous territory. Needs to take a shower though.
- Jay Gatsby in The Great Gatsby: His devotion to Daisy is incredibly romantic. Though it would really drive me nuts because she’d be all he’d talk about while “snogging.”
- T.S. Garp in The World According to Garp: T.S. stands for “Terribly Sexy.” (if you read the book, you know the line).
- Jean Valjean in Les Miserables: He’s the bad, good boy.
- Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights: Tortured! Romantic! Devoted! Tormented!
- Westley in The Princess Bride : He’ll save you from the Fire Swamp and then romance you with undying love. Plus he’s played by Cary Elwes in the movie–not too shabby.
- Update. Okay, I came up with #9. Rick Deckard in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (aka: Bladerunner): Because he is not a/an replicant/android.
Um. I fail. I can only list
8 9. I even thought about all the men in my beloved Murakami novels, and I couldn’t bring myself to list any of them here. Can it be so true that there are no sexy men in literary novels? Where have they gone? Or do I just not like reading about sexy men? And why do male writers write sexy men so well? Because I realize that of all the books up there, only Wuthering Heights is written by a woman, one of the wonderful Bronte sisters.
Maybe you’ll do better and come up with ten.
I tag anyone!