Hey out there,
I know this is sort of wrong, but I have been thinking over the past week how—along with all the other reasons to be happy about and inspired by our new president—I feel so much better having such a very good looking family in the White House. Now, I know that a less statuesque foursome than the Obamas could lead us with just as much intelligence and poise, but isn’t there something thrilling and proud-making about the fact that the faces representing us to the rest of the world are really, really attractive ones?
I think about this issue as it relates to books and movies a lot as well. Because isn’t a heroine always the most interesting-looking girl in a room? As a writer, I am very guilty of this crime: I am over-fascinated by the beautiful faces of my female characters. But writing a physical description of your character is maybe a little bit like reporting on your baby to your mother, for of course this fictional creation you’ve been burning to give life to is worthy of superlatives. A personality worth immortalizing in prose would have a striking physical presence, even if it isn’t conventional beauty. I am reminded of the way Henry James dealt with the question of Isabel Archer’s prettiness in The Portrait of a Lady:
Nineteen person’s out of twenty (including [Isabel] herself) pronounced [Isabel’s sister] Edith the prettier of the two; but the twentieth, besides reversing the judgment, had the entertainment of thinking all the others aesthetic vulgarians.
I suppose that is the way authors often feel about their female leads. The passage goes on, by the way, to say that Isabel
saw the young men who came in large numbers to see her sister; but as a general thing they were afraid of her; they had a belief that some special preparation was required for talking with her. Her reputation of reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.
Love that.
What do you think, ladies? Are heroines, on the whole, too beautiful? Do beautiful people live more interesting lives, or do the inner lights of personality shine through, so that we turn our heads more at the ineffable qualities of a person than at their objectively measurable attractiveness? Would love to hear your thoughts!
Oh, AND, Envy is out there in the world! Please tell me what you think about that too!
Yours,
Anna







