Guest Post: Wives in Stories by Juli D. Revezzo

by Vanna on January 10, 2013

The role of wife in storytelling—rebooted.

If you look at any popular television show or novel these days, the relationship between the heroine and hero always seems to be centered in the early days of their relationship, or just about the time the wife is popping out kid number three or four (or seven, or eight) while putting child number one into her prom dress and taking boy child number two to soccer practice.

In short, the wife has become a stereotype.

No matter how strong women claim they are in real life, in fiction, the strong, the fighters are relegated to the unmarried, and don’t even get me started about the women who fight with men they have their sights set on.

In the immortal words of Moon Unit Zappa, “Gag me with a spoon!”

When I look at the women who inspire me, it’s the women who can stand on their own: the Friggas and Heras, the Paksenarrions. It’s women like Queen Mary I, Mrs. Virginia Woolf and Madame Marie Curie who I consider the strongest figures out there.

Yet, pick up any fantasy novel and you’ll meet her: The quiet mother who tends to her household while her daughters and sons run rampant. Usually, the girls get married and the boys run off to save the world. On rare occasions, the girl runs off to save the world, though somehow, always in the end, she marries and leaves the job of defending the family to her husband. There are a few exceptions to that rule that come to mind but even if children don’t factor in, the wife somehow always ends up in a passive role.

And think of the horror genre. Those women—sheesh! Either they are the scream queens, or they’re the ninnies that check out the weird noise out back, even when there’s a serial killer on the loose. And did I mention they go out unarmed? No, no, no. Come on, ladies! As modern women, aren’t we all a little smarter than that?

Why can’t a woman marry, yet still nurture her warrior roots?  Why must she simper and preen and worry only about her children? Why must she stand back and wring her hands while the men fight? After all, centuries ago, Celtic women picked up swords and fought hard against their enemies and demons for their families.
I had this question in mind when I sat down to write The Artist’s Inheritance. The theme of the story necessitated my character Caitlin facing some scary demons both from outside herself, and within herself. She didn’t simper in a corner and wait for her hubby to do the job; she didn’t go downstairs (or upstairs in her case) unarmed when it most counted. Like Fritz Leiber’s Conjure Wife she does what she must to nurture and defend her family.

To become the true heroine. And does she defeat those demons?

Well, I can’t tell you the whole story. You’ll have to read The Artist’s Inheritance yourself to see how it comes out. I’ll tell you what, though: it is a close call. :) If you’d like to try it, The Artist’s Inheritance is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and in paperback at Createspace.

Synopsis:

Trouble only a witch can solve…

Settling into their new home, changes come over Caitlin’s husband Trevor. He’s obsessed with a beautiful chair he’s carving, a passion that smacks of his familial curse. Armed with little experience of the supernatural, Caitlin must proceed with caution. If she fails to break this cycle of damnation, she’ll lose forever the one thing she loves most: Trevor.

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Thank you, Vanna, for having me here today.

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About the Author:

Juli D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century, in love of which she received a Bachelor’s degree in literature from the University of South Florida. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of the Independent Author Network and Magic Appreciation Tour. The Artist’s Inheritance is her first novel, with Caitlin’s story continuing in Caitlin’s Book of Shadows (available now) and Drawing Down the Shades (coming soon).

 

Juli D. Revezzo’s site links: http://julidrevezzo.com

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Juli-D.-Revezzo/e/B008AHVTLO/

On Author’s Den: http://www.authorsden.com/julidrevezzo

On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/JD-Revezzo/233193150037011

On Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/111476709039805267272/posts

On Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5782712.Juli_D_Revezzo

On LibraryThing: http://www.librarything.com/profile/julidrevezzo

On Shelfari: http://www.shelfari.com/o1514830030

And on Twitter: http://twitter.com/julidrevezzo

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S.G. Rogers January 10, 2013 at 5:22 pm

Great post, Juli!

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Juli D. Revezzo January 11, 2013 at 1:36 am

Thank you, S.G. I’m glad you liked it. Vanna, thank you for hosting me today! I enjoy your blog very much and am honored to have been a guest. :)
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Carol Bodensteiner January 11, 2013 at 2:46 pm

Juli, You have touched on a topic that sends me screaming from books or in front of the TV – the screaming woman. Are writers so bereft of imagination that the only reaction a woman can have upon seeing a dead body is to scream hysterically? How about seeing if the person is really dead? How about grabbing the kids and getting out of the house in case the killer is still around? How about grabbing a knife (preferably not the one used in the killing) to defend herself? How long? How long, I ask, will we have to listen to helpless women scream? Can you tell I’m screaming? Great post.
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