When I was in the eighth standard (grade in American parlance), my bestie Ayesha had a stash of Americana in novel form – the Sweet Valley and Sweet Dreams series – that she used to be super generous about lending. These books were contraband in our convent school, where there were strict rules on what you could or could not bring in, but we did anyway and then read them under our desks, thereby justifying the case for them being banned in the first place.
Apart from the fact that they were generally about teen romance. My favourite was The Trouble With Charlie, which had a redheaded freckled girl on the cover, the eponymous Charlie, who has a crush on her brother’s friend. I didn’t have a brother but I had an elder sister with lots of popular boys circulating around her so I could identify.
All this to say that I think that Elle Kennedy’s Briar U series is like Sweet Valley High updated for millienials, which means lots of sex and drinking. They’re of age so it’s all legal. Apparently, it’s called New Adult Lit.
I know, this is not chick lit, but it’s my blog and I can veer if I want to. Also, I thought I was reading a detective novel when I started The Chase – no fault in the books, I had just saved them in the wrong folder.
The theme running through all three novels – because yes, I binged – is that there’s more to extremely beautiful privileged party girls and their male counterparts – the jocks (in this case, the sculpted specimens of masculinity on the Briar U hockey team).
Each novel is told from a male/female point of view; these two people unfailingly get together at the end. So the opposite of a detective novel here – the suspense, if any, lies in what obstacle lies in their path and how they will surmount it.
In The Chase, Summer is basically Barbie (“Greenwich Barbie”, her friend Brenna dubs her), your stereotypical blonde bombshell. There’s a twist at the beginning though, a hint of trouble in paradise. Summer turns up at the sorority house she’s supposed to be staying at – and gets turned down by the other women. Then it turns out she’s been expelled from her previous school for basically partying too hard – though there’s again a hint of a deeper explanation to come here.
Summer’s male opposite is (Colin) Fritz aka Fritzy (I know!), a jock with the soul of a nerd, a friend of her brother’s, and a guy she’s been crushing on for a while.
Unsurprisingly, Fritz is attracted to her, but he’s also repelled. Wait, what? Summer is basically every man’s wet dream right?
Yes, and Fritz is far from immune to her charms. But he’s afraid she’s too much, a “total drama llama” (apparently, people of the male persuasion do say this) and also, that she’s shallow and stupid. Also she’s filthy rich, he’s not, he’s rather not get into drama with his friend’s sister yada yada.
So you see, even perfect girls don’t get what they want … for a while.
Also, Fritz’s judgement of Summer is shared by several other people, like her academic advisor. While the books are largely about romance of the steamy Mills and Boon variety – translated into millennial terms so people say things like “I’ve got a semi” and “ my cock twitched” – there’s a fairly sizeable “career” component, just like chick lit.
While Fritz is focussed and knows where he’s going – though he too has some hard choices to make in the end – Summer is unsure. Her talents are fairly Becky Bloomwood – dressing up and dressing people – and she struggles academically. The course she enjoys best is fashion, and there’s a fair bit of discussion of what the coursework entails, which appears in all the novels so that I some places they’re almost like a college programme brochure narrated in the voice of a earnest teen new adult.
The novels are an insight into the world of uni, which it appears involves a lot of sex (having it and talking about it). I read this long form piece once about how on college campuses in the US people are hooking up with abandon (so sexual needs are fulfilled on the same way that food needs are or heck breathing i.e. casually) but relationship are a big.fucking.deal
So a boy (or girl, it’s portrayed as fairly equal opportunity here) may make out or have sec with someone and that’s all par for the course, but asking her to dinner – “dating” – is not a step to be taken lightly and agonized over a fair bit. In our day – because god I feel old – it used to be the other way round.
Blow jobs are almost a given, and women seem eager to give them. What’s expected is a certain amount of decency though, so you’re expected to at least acknowledge that one happened and not totally ghost the person who gave you a blow job.
Also men are expected to pleasure, being “sub par” at oral is a dating flaw and the ultimate expression of compatibility is coming together (which I guess was the case in the M&Bs too or did women not come?). Interestingly, I had read that anal is the new blow job these days about the twenty-something set, but you wouldn’t know it to read these books.
What’s novel (to me) is how casually sex is discussed even among male and female friends. One thing that defines Summer and Brenna (in The Risk) is the easy relationship with men. They are not necessarily one of the boys – they are highly attractive women and the boys openly express their attraction to them, and they reciprocate and there’s all this heavy but harmless flirtation but there’s also playing video games or chatting about the women they’re really into.
While I tend not to be that into novels from a male point of view, I started getting into the male narratives in this series. The boys and their interactions – locker room, frat house etc – tend to be exactly the kind I have zero interest in real life, but I realise there’s a charm (if not depth) to it. This is most clearly evident in The Play (book 3) in which Hunter goes from the apartment he inhabits with three women to one with just bros. Special mention goes to Pablo Eggscobar, the boiled egg the hockey team is supposed to mother to convince their coach they’re capable of graduating to a pig as a team mascot.
I began to see that there is – as the series was clearly trying to convince me – more to, well, fuckboys. Hunter is a prime example of this. In Book 1, he’s exactly the kind of obnoxious jock that would have my eyes rolling uncontrollably but Book 3 brings out a decent side of him. He is apparently a person, and Demi discovering that is exactly the plot of the novel.
This book surprisingly ended up being my favourite of the series’s far. Brenna and Jake’s dynamic is more my thing, but the repartee between Hunter and Demi was just so well done. Plus Hunter really grew on me.
And that’s the thing with this series. It’s silly but it’s also very well written. When looking up Kennedy it appears she’s written a fair amount of Adult romance and she definitely does the chemistry well.
In a way, for all their cursing and sleeping around, the morality of these tales is fairly conventional – the good peeps are the ones who can go monogamous and enjoy it. In the good ol’ romance tradition, these novels are about finding The One, with really really good sex being the cherry on the top.
Another throwback to romance traditions is the big, strong male as protector trope. There’s a fair bit of feminism sprinkled through – for example, a mini discussion on slut shaming, a plotline on sexual harassment, another on gender discrimination in the workplace – but I can recall at least two instances of guys physically picking up women – who are of course kicking, screaming, resisting – and putting them in their place. This is quite reminiscent on the Mills and Boon masterful man/fiesty woman convention.
My big quibble is how overwhelmingly white the series is. The class privilege of most of the protagonists is acknowledged, but there is little awareness of racial politics. In The Chase, there are literally two people of colour mentioned – Matt, a black player on the hockey team, and an Indian CEO of a company Fritz wants to join who turns out to be a sleaze. In The Risk, we are introduced to Rupi, a preppy drama queen of (semi?) Indian origin, who while a welcome quirky addition to the plot, is also undeniably strange. Finally, in the play, we have Demi and Nico, of Cuban origin, and passing mentions of Pax Ling, Demi’s (possibly) Chinese friend. But that’s it.
Overall, though, I’m pretty hooked and I had to sternly stop myself from binging on the Off Campus series right away.
Have you read this series? What did you think?
Did the lack of diversity bother you?
Which character made your heart beat a little faster? In my case, it was Jake.