Where have all the good men gone?

My writing friend Angie Kiesling just published a new book, Where Have All the Good Men Gone?  Thought you would enjoy this little bit:

Beneath all the laughter and eye-rolling, I find myself growing disillusioned by degrees, and my thoughts go something like this: Do I really want my love story to begin with ‘Well, there was this website, and he saw my photo and I saw his, and then he emailed me…’?

The happy couples who do end up together after an online “match” don’t seem bothered by this lack of mystery at the outset. Somehow, though, I think I was born one of those who must have mystery and romance and longing and finally longing fulfilled. I sit in darkened theaters watching the latest remake of a Jane Austen classic, and my eyes well up with tears. Call me odd perhaps, but as you’ll soon discover in this book, there’s a whole subculture of postmodern women like me who can’t quite reconcile the flat, perfunctory nature of modern dating with the bittersweet tension of romances from an earlier era that we read about in books or watch on-screen. We long for something more—and, fortunately, many of the guys out there do too.

I've got a copy of Angie's new novel, Skizzer, and can't wait to dig into it.
 

Comments

[xainab]

Amazingly all the good men have come to Pakistan.

[Joseph Ravitts]

Some of the good men are not heard from simply because they're sick of being blindly lumped together with the bad ones. The Darcys and Knightleys are tired of being blamed in the media for what the Wickham types do.

Did you see the movie "Fireproof"? It illustrates my case. In that movie, EVERYTHING was exclusively the fault of men, always and only men. The husband had to feel guilty for looking at pictures, but the wife got an absolute free ride for having flirted with ACTUAL adultery. The husband had to crawl and beg, but the wife never even had to apologize for anything. Just look at the supposedly wonderful reconciliation scene: the wife does not admit to ANY wrongdoing, only to not having been quicker to forgive the husband from her position of imperial superiority.

I know how I treated the two wives God called home to Heaven ahead of me, and I know that Christian husbands deserve better than that one-sided hatchet job. That's why I adore Jane Austen: she allows that sometimes a MAN can be in the right!