Spring at Leete's Island,
Willard Leroy Metcalf (1858-1925)
oil on canvas.
No, I don't believe it's a real word, though it could describe any romance with a TSTL heroine.
Some readers don't care for stories in first person.
The reason most commonly given is that they seldom see it done well.
But they seldom/never express the why/how come of that failure.
KM Frontain (see sidebar) commented (last post) that some readers prefer omniscient or third because they feel uncomfortable with the intimacy, the default identification of first.
Readers may actively resent that familiarity, preferring the psychological fail-safe of third and the fantasy of distance that third allows.
A hard-wire issue -- perhaps complicated by early imprinting that use of "I" represents egotism and conceit.
Perhaps this reluctant identification accounts for a heightened degree of critical analysis of first. An urge to shed a subconsciously guilty association with the narrative voice.
But what are the usual failures in first person narrative? Are they truly peculiar to that voice?
They have come in their centuries.
Going past in the pale dawn,
In echelon across the high blue of the morning,
Beating the sky like water,
Black and eagle gold in the sun.
They have come at last.