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Chapter 17: Writing a Gripping Opening<br />

223<br />

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the<br />

Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.<br />

—Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar, Heinemann, 1963)<br />

Setting the scene with descriptive<br />

openings<br />

Although books often used to start with a long passage of description, especially<br />

in the 19th century, that technique is unfashionable nowadays. However,<br />

a great piece of description can without doubt set the scene for a novel effectively,<br />

especially if that location is important, as is the case in these three<br />

examples.<br />

Getting only a great first line from a descriptive opening is difficult, because<br />

the effect is usually cumulative. I suggest you go away and read these three<br />

beginnings in full.<br />

This quote, featuring Hemingway’s famous direct prose style, draws us<br />

straight into the world of the story:<br />

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked<br />

across the river and the plain to the mountains.<br />

—Ernest Hemingway (A Farewell to Arms, Scribner, 1929)<br />

This simple statement of fact tells us exactly where we are:<br />

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.<br />

—Karen Blixen (Out of Africa, Putnam, 1937)<br />

I cheat with the next quote and include three sentences. Conveying the full<br />

brilliance of this opening with one sentence is impossible, especially because<br />

Dickens breaks up his sentences into fragments. The success lies in the sense<br />

of atmosphere conveyed and the mysterious hint that the description of the<br />

world outside somehow also relates to the man sitting indoors:<br />

Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s<br />

Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if<br />

the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth . . .<br />

—Charles Dickens (Bleak House, Penguin, 1985, first published 1852–1853)

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