For what it’s worth, I talked with a woman who said she realized that the Lymond books (Dorothy Dunnett, historical fiction) were spoiling her for actual men. However, she found some way to deal with it (got married after that)-- I don’t know whether she backed off from the books or did a little informal cognitive therapy on herself or what.
I don’t know those specific books, but I imagine they belong to the huge genre of books suggesting that each man worth having relationship with is a billionaire aristocrat (plus recently: with secret supernatural abilities). I imagine that after reading many of those books, men outside of that group seem rather pathetic.
I wouldn’t put it that way, but Lymond is extraordinarily good-looking and so extremely intelligent and capable that the author has to burden him with horrendous challenges so that there’s any chance of a plot.
On the other hand (and unlike many supernormal stimuli for women), he’s reliably benevolent, at least as far as I remember.
For what it’s worth, I talked with a woman who said she realized that the Lymond books (Dorothy Dunnett, historical fiction) were spoiling her for actual men. However, she found some way to deal with it (got married after that)-- I don’t know whether she backed off from the books or did a little informal cognitive therapy on herself or what.
I don’t know those specific books, but I imagine they belong to the huge genre of books suggesting that each man worth having relationship with is a billionaire aristocrat (plus recently: with secret supernatural abilities). I imagine that after reading many of those books, men outside of that group seem rather pathetic.
I wouldn’t put it that way, but Lymond is extraordinarily good-looking and so extremely intelligent and capable that the author has to burden him with horrendous challenges so that there’s any chance of a plot.
On the other hand (and unlike many supernormal stimuli for women), he’s reliably benevolent, at least as far as I remember.