It seems that for many women writers, male dialogue is hard to get a grip on. But what makes it different? Men as a group tend to speak in shorter sentences. They use more contractions, slang and swearwords. They also insult each other with an easy camaraderie that most women just don’t have. Probably because they don’t have a need to “be nice.” I’m not saying they’re not, just that it’s not in their mind when they open their mouths.
Here is a few bits of male dialogue from my book, The Seduction of Lady Phoebe. You tell me if I’ve gotten it, and post some of yours.
Marcus was hailed by Viscount Beaumont.
As Marcus pulled alongside to greet his friend, Robert was staring at Phoebe. He shot Marcus a sharp look and waited.
What the devil was Robert about? Marcus heaved a sigh and with poor grace, said, “Yes, all right. Lady Phoebe, please allow me to present Robert, Viscount Beaumont. Beaumont, Lady Phoebe Stanhope.” Marcus had no intention of allowing Robert to interrupt his is time with Phoebe. “Now that you’ve had your introduction, Robert, you may move along. She’s not your type. Don’t even think about asking her to walk with you because it ain’t going to happen.”
Phoebe’s eyes sparkled with mirth. Smiling graciously at Robert, she extended her hand.
Ignoring Marcus, Robert took her hand and bowed extravagantly over it. “Lady Phoebe, I am delighted to make your acquaintance,” he said seductively, before directing his attention back to Marcus. “What a paltry fellow you are, Finley. I can’t believe you stole the march on me. I saw her first.”
Glancing briefly at Phoebe, Marcus saw she was enjoying their exchange of insults and he didn’t want to disappoint.
He raised his quizzing glass to observe his friend, something Robert hated, and asked in a languid drawl. “Beaumont, do you really wish to expose yourself to Lady Phoebe?”
Robert retorted, “Finley, I have never been so insulted. I thought you my friend. First you introduce me to a beautiful lady, and then you wave me away as if I am of no account. I am not quite no-body you know.”
He turned his attention back to Phoebe. “Lady Phoebe, I ask you, is this fair of him? Shall you allow him to dictate to you? Why have I not met you before?”
Delightedly, Phoebe laughed and clapped her hands.