Einmal Eskapismus, bitte!

“Was ist das denn?”, sagte ich und griff zu einem hübsch-bunten Taschenbuch auf N.s Couchtisch. Es war Frühsommer, also schon ein Zeiterl her, aber ich erinnere mich dran als ob es gestern war. Denn was da in N.s Prä-Hirsch-Wohnzimmer lag war die ultimative Eskapismus-Literatur. Purer es-ist-nett-und-witzig-geschrieben-und-es-gibt-sicher-ein-Happy-End Genuss. (Kein unwesentlicher Punkt im harten, kalten, sonnenlosen Winter). Und die “juicy bits”, wie K. es nennt, tja, auch nit so schlecht. Die gute Autorin, Julia Quinn mit Namen, war über die Jahre zudem recht produktiv, hat also genug Stoff für uns. Sind also seit damals gut versorgt.

Das Rezept ist wahrlich einfach: Die Romane mit so klingenden Titeln wie “Romancing Mr. Bridgerton”, “Minx” oder “What happens in London” spielen im 19.Jahrhundert im Regency-England. Heldin und Held müssen auf fast 400 wirklich unterhaltsamen Seiten zueinander finden. Wahre “page-turner”, kann ich nur sagen. K. ist übrigens auch begeistert. Ganz offiziell. Weil, es ist ja nicht immer einfach sich zu Schmusibu-Zeugs zu bekennen. “Die Strudelhofstiege” oder “Ulysses”, ja. Aber ein Buch mit dem Titel “The Viscount who loved me”? Eher nicht. Dabei kann Chick-Lit auch wirklich gut geschrieben sein. Ehrlich. Man muss sich nur trauen. Denn immer nur Anspruchsvolles zu lesen, geht ja auch an die Substanz. (Und das machen doch auch nur die Menschen, dieim ersten Semester im Germanistik-Einführungsproseminar 1 aufzeigen und sagen: “Aber bei Adorno steht doch…” Ich habe Jahre damit verbracht solche Gestalten mit meiner imaginären Ausfahr-Boxhand zu verprügeln.). Also nicht, dass ich es nicht gerne täte, das gehobene Lesen (ein bisschen intellektuelle Ehre hab’ ich doch) aber hin und wieder muss man doch einfach sein Hirn auslüften. Und solche Romane sind wie Fernschauen. Es ist nicht unbedingt nötig immer vollkommen aufmerksam zu sein. Wer einmal zehn Seiten nicht richtig mitgekriegt hat, kommt noch immer locker mit. Und es ist so unglaublich leicht damit ein wenig der Wirklichkeit zu entkommen, vor allem an Tagen, an denen einfach alles schief geht. Denn hin und wieder braucht man einfach ein Happy End.

Und außerdem, ganz anspruchslos sind wir dann auch nicht. Die Bücher lesen wir nämlich auf Englisch. Mhm. Bilden uns so gesehen auch weiter. Sind also quasi die Intellektuellen unter den Chick-Lit-Liebhaberinnen.

Hier ein paar netteste Eskapismus-Helfer, die ich nur wärmstens empfehlen kann (Der Einfachheit halber mit den englischen Inhaltsangaben copy-and-paste-mäßig versehen):

Julia Quinn:

Wer historischen Liebesschmus mag, ist hier genau richtig. Witzige Dialoge und Komik kommen nicht zu kurz. Locker flockig geschrieben. Die Gute verfasst gerne Serien. Man muss aber nicht alle Bücher einer Serie in der richtigen Reihenfolge lesen. Die ersten beiden Titel entstammen der Bridgerton-Serie (acht Geschwister, also recht ergiebig).

“The Viscount who loved me”

The Viscount who loved me

1814 promises to be another eventful season, but not, This Author believes, for Anthony Bridgerton, London’s most elsuive bachelor, who has shown no indication that he plans to marry.

And in truth, why should he? When it comes to playing the consummate rake, nobody does it better…

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, April 1814

But this time the gossip columnists have it wrong. Anthony Bridgerton hasn’t just decided to marry—he’s even chosen a wife! The only obstacle is his intended’s older sister, Kate Sheffield—the most meddlesome woman ever to grace a London ballroom. The spirited schemer is driving Anthony mad with her determination to stop the betrothal, but when he closes his eyes at night, Kate is the woman haunting his increasingly erotic dreams…

Contrary to popular belief, Kate is quite sure that reformed rakes do not make the best husbands—and Anthony Bridgerton is the most wicked rogue of them all. Kate is determined to protect her sister—but she fars her own heart is vulnerable. And when Anthony’s lips touch hers, she’s suddenly afraid she might not be able to resist the reprehensible rake herself…

“Romancing Mr. Bridgerton”

Romancing Mr. Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington has secretly adored her best friend’s brother for… well, it feels like forever. After half a lifetime of watching Colin Bridgerton from afar, she thinks she knows everything about him, until she stumbles across his deepest secret… and fears she doesn’t know him at all.

Colin Bridgerton is tired of being thought nothing but an empty-headed charmer, tired of the neverending sameness of his life, and, most of all, tired of everyone’s preoccupation with the notorious gossip columnist Lady Whistledown, who can’t seem to publish an edition without mentioning him in the first paragraph. But when Colin returns to London from a trip abroad, he discovers nothing in his life is quite the same—especially Penelope Featherington! The girl who was always simply… there is suddenly the girl haunting his dreams. But when he discovers that Penelope has secrets of her own, this elusive bachelor must decide… is she his biggest threat—or his promise of a happy ending?

“Brighter than the Sun”

Brighter than the Sun

When Charles Wycombe, the dashing and incorrigible Earl of Billington, toppled out of a tree and landed at Ellie’s feet, neither suspected that such an inauspicious meeting would lead to marriage. But Charles must find a bride before his thirtieth birthday or he’ll lose his fortune. And Ellie needs a husband or her father’s odious fiancée will choose one for her. And so they agree to wed, even though their match appears to have been made somewhere hotter than heaven…

Ellie never dreamed she’d marry a stranger, especially one with such a devastating combination of rakish charm and debonair wit. She tries to keep him at arm’s length, at least until she discovers the man beneath the handsome surface. But Charles can be quite persusasive—even tender—when he puts his mind to it, and Ellie finds herself slipping under his seductive spell. And as one kiss leads to another, this unlikely pair discovers that their marriage is not so inconvenient after all… and just might lead to love.

“What happens in London”

What happens in London

When Olivia Bevelstoke is told that her new neighbor may have killed his fiancée, she doesn’t believe it for a second, but still, how can she help spying on him, just to be sure? So she stakes out a spot near her bedroom window, cleverly concealed by curtains, watches, and waits… and discovers a most intriguing man, who is definitely up to something.

Sir Harry Valentine works for the boring branch of the War Office, translating documents vital to national security. He’s not a spy, but he’s had all the training, and when a gorgeous blonde begins to watch him from her window, he is instantly suspicious. But just when he decides that she’s nothing more than a nosy debutante, he discovers that she might be engaged to a foreign prince, who might be plotting against England. And when Harry is roped into spying on Olivia, he discovers that he might be falling for her himself…

Marian Keyes:

Eine meiner ersten Schmusibu-Autorinnen. Bin ihr über die Jahre treu geblieben, die alten Sachen sind aber besser als das aktuelle. Die Geschichten spielen in London oder Dublin der Jetzt-Zeit. Ein Schmöker kann schon auf gut 700 Seiten kommen, am Ende ist man aber traurig, weil man die Charaktere verlassen muss.

“Lucy Sullivan in getting married”

Lucy Sullivan is getting married

What happens when a psychic tells Lucy that she’ll be getting married within the year? Her roommates panic! What is going to happen to their blissful existence of eating take-out, drinking too much wine, bringing men home, and never vacuuming? Lucy reassures her friends that she’s far too busy arguing with her mother and taking care of her irresponsible father to get married. And then there’s the small matter of not even having a boyfriend. But then Lucy meets gorgeous, unreliable Gus. Could he be the future Mr. Lucy Sullivan? Or could it be handsome Chuck? Or Daniel, the world’s biggest flirt? Or even cute Jed, the new guy at work? Maybe her friends have something to worry about after all….

“Sushi for Beginners”

Sushi for Beginners

A nervous breakdown seems like a great idea: all that lying in bed and watching daytime TV. But who’s going to have it? Will it be housewife Clodagh, who spends her days microwaving pasta for her demanding toddlers and waiting for her beautiful husband Dylan to come home? Or Lisa, hard, brittle and shiny as an M&M, reeling from the shock of a demotion from her fabulous job in London to a one-horse magazine in Dublin? Or Ashling, so normal she’s weird?

“Last Chance Saloon”

Last Chance Saloon

Best friends since the days when legwarmers were cool, Tara, Katherine, and Fintan have survived small-town ennui, big-city heartbreak, and endless giddy nights out on the town. But now that they’ve graduated to their slightly more serious thirties, only Fintan has what can honestly be called a “love life.” With Tara struggling daily with her eternal diet — and her dreadful, penny-pinching boyfriend — and Katherine keeping her single existence as ordered as her drawer full of matching bra and panty sets, it seems they’ll never locate the exit door out of the “last chance saloon.”But it’s always when you are least ready for change that fate insists on one. And when catastrophe inevitably follows crisis, the lives of three best friends are sure to change in unexpected ways…and not necessarily for the worse.

Jane Costello:

Auch eine, die auf der Welle der englischen Chick-Lit Autorinnen dahergesurft kommt. Schreibt aber echt auch lustig.

“My Single Friend”

My Single Friend

At 28, Lucy is doing well for herself. She’s got a great job in PR, her boss loves her, and her best girlfriends Dominique and Erin think she’s great. More important than anyone’s opinion is that of her flatmate, and oldest friend in the world, Henry. For twenty years they’ve been inseparable: beauty and the geek. Henry thinks the world of Lucy. So why does she feel the need to lie outrageously on dates? From rock-climbing to Chekov: when it comes to prospective boyfriends, Lucy is compelled to embellish her C.V. with unlikely porkies that always backfire – with hilarious results. Henry can’t understand it. Lucy is so loveable: why can’t she just be herself?
But when Lucy turns the spotlight on Henry, he wishes he’d never brought it up. With a penchant for jumpers and NHS-style specs, Lucy decides that Henry is in need of a makeover – big time. Enlisting the help of Dom and Erin, it’s not long before the girls have Henry out of the flat, and into the Topman changing rooms. A new haircut, contact lenses, a flirting master-class from Dom . . . poor Henry doesn’t know what’s hit him. But nothing can prepare them for the surprise results! Before long, Lucy realises that their lives will never be the same again.

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