From meager expectations often great entertainment arises. Such is the case with Ralph Carter’s 1945 melodrama Blonde Venus. It’s the story of a Kansas farm girl who goes to New York City to become a writer and finds that people are more interested in her body than her brain. We were surprised by this one. It’s better than we expected for three reasons.
First, its protagonist Wandalee Fernald is uniquely likeable for a female character playing out the male author’s outdated Madonna/whore dichotomy. Often male writers fumble that theme, but Carter makes his take on it work.
Second, the narrative explores the change in attitudes toward sex that occurred during World War II, a time when the idea of female virginity before marriage was being temporarily tossed out the window due to the realization that life could be cut short.
And third, in a country that was rapidly urbanizing, the story makes good use of the tension between smalltown provincialism and big city cynicism, a struggle Wandalee internalizes as she tries to find out who she is.
Throughout the book we wondered whether she would end up with the backward hayseed hurt by her loss of purity or the jaded urbanite who accepts her as is but can’t offer love in the romantic sense. Well, it turns out she chooses neither, and finds real love in New York City after all. That’s a spoiler, but are you really going to seek out this flimsy old paperback? We don’t think so. But if you happen to run across a copy, it’s worth a read.
