dogsbody · July 2, 2012 at 4:50pm

Among first sentences in novels, the beginning of Pride and Prejudice is hard to beat.

Jane Austen

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Seeking to cheer myself up after the Obamacare debacle, I began thinking about first lines and paragraphs in books.  Some of my favorite novels have unremarkable beginnings.  In fact, one of my absolute favorites, J. R. R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring, starts with a sentence that positively repelled me at first:

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.

Oh no, I thought, "Bilbo Baggins of Bag End"?  "Eleventy-first birthday"?  What is this, baby talk?  What's next, Lollipop Lane?

Fortunately, I stuck with it.  For those who haven't read it yet, it gets better in the second chapter and goes up from there.

But a good beginning can really sell the book--quite literally in my case a couple of days ago when I chanced upon the beginning of C.J. Box's thriller,  Savage Run:

On the third day of their honeymoon, infamous environmental activist Stevie Woods and his new bride, Annabel Bellotti, were spiking trees in the forest when a cow exploded and blew them up.  Until then, their marriage had been happy.

What about you?  What are your favorite first lines or paragraphs in books?

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tabula rasa
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tabula rasa

I finally read Moby Dick a couple of years ago. It was good, maybe great. I doubt I'll re-read it, but it has some individual lines that really soar.

"Call me Ishmael" is a great first line.

This doesn't qualify as a first line, but it is in the first paragraph:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. 

Who, among us, has not been in the midst of "damp, drizzly November" of the soul?  I just love that line.

C.J. Box

Thank you!

Percival
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Percival

I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called - nay we call ourselves and write our name - Crusoe; and so my companions always called me.

--Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

Pilli
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Pilli

Are we forgetting the "WORLDS BEST" author?  Snoopy always started his novels with, "It was a dark and stormy night."

dogsbody
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dogsbody

Cornelius Julius Sebastian:  I'd have to go with Moby Dick...

"...Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can." · 17 hours ago

As Tabula Rasa says in a later comment, "damp drizzly November in my soul" is a great description.  In fact, it describes my soul after the Obamacare verdict rather well.  Which is why I should get to sea--or more precisely, the air--as soon as I can.  A bit of landing practice at the local airport will concentrate my mind on cheerier things.

dogsbody
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dogsbody
C.J. Box: Thank you! · 2 hours ago

You're welcome!  As I said in the post, that beginning literally sold the book to me.  I read it as an excerpt on my Kindle Reader app on the iPad, and soon thereafter went to amazon.com and hit the Buy button.  The book lived up to its beginning and more.

Misthiocracy
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Misthiocracy

"The sky was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." William Gibson, Neuromancer

dash
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dash

William Gibson definitely has a way with prose. The denouement of Count Zero stayed with me for years. 'Scuse me a sec while I look this up... Here we go:

"Are you - are you sad?"

-No.

"But your - your songs are sad."

-My  songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells.

In early Gibson, the artificial intelligences (intelligentsia?) are almost more alive than the protagonists. Sorry, off topic, but I hadda.


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Grantman

How can any Ricochet member not mention the Bulwer-Lytton contest held every year that San Jose State holds each year.  It's "a whimsical literary competition that challenges entrants to compose the opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels."

This  year is its 30th anniversary.  The entrants will keep you in stitches; the winners are brilliant.

Contest winners by year (a "Lyttony" of Grand Prize Winners).   Have fun!

Edited on July 2, 2012 at 9:56pm

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Copperfield

From David Copperfield by Charles Dickens:

"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show." 

The actual title of the book is The Personal History and Exprience of David Copperfield, the Younger.  In the words of Forrest Gump... my favorite book. 


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mart woll

"Where the wagons stopped we built our homes, making the cabins tight for the winters coming. Here, in this place we would build our town; here, we would create something new"

Louis Lamour's Bendigo Shafter. Been a couple decades, but i think that's how it goes.

Pilgrim
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Pilgrim

From Texasville, by Larry McMurtry (Last Picture Show, Lonesome Dove etc etc)

"Duane was in the hot tub, shooting at his new doghouse with a .44 Magnum."

Percival
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Percival

I see in Lunaya Pravda that Luna City council has passed on first reading a bill to examine, license, inspect — and tax — public food vendors operating inside municipal pressure. I see also is to be mass meeting tonight to organize “Sons of Revolution” talk-talk.

-- Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

dogsbody
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dogsbody
dash: William Gibson definitely has a way with prose.... Sorry, off topic, but I hadda. · 23 minutes ago

One of my all time favorite lines is the opening of Gibson's cybernoir classic, Neuromancer:

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

Ironically, in these days of HDTV, young people will never see the color he's describing.

Edit:  I didn't notice that Misthiocracy had already mentioned this one.

Edited on July 2, 2012 at 11:36pm
Roberto
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Roberto
Grantman: How can any Ricochet member not mention the Bulwer-Lytton contest held every year that San Jose State holds each year.  It's "a whimsical literary competition that challenges entrants to compose the opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels.

This one made me fall out my chair years ago when I came across it, even today it can still get a chuckle from me:

Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-built, Portia was sleek, shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood; she was a woman driven -- fueled by a single accelerant -- and she needed a man, a man who wouldn't shift from his views, a man to steer her along the right road: a man like Alf Romeo.

Songwriter
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Songwriter

Richard Foster, a Quaker theologian and author, pens wonderful books with wonderful opening sentences.

"Superficiality is the curse of our age. The doctrine of instant satisfaction is a primary spiritual problem. The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people." from Celebration of Discipline.

"Contemporary culture is plagued by the passion to possess." from Freedom of Simplicity.

Maggie Somavilla
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Maggie Somavilla

In a village in La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to recall, not long ago there lived an hidalgo, one of those with a lance on its rack, an old shield, a bony nag, and a racing greyhound.

And for those who would enjoy the original:

En un lugar de la Mancha, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, no ha mucho que vivía un hidalgo de los de lanza en astillero, adarga antigua, rocín flaco y galgo corredor.

If your only acquaintance with Don Quixote is through Man of La Mancha, you have not met Don Quixote.

Maggie Somavilla
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Maggie Somavilla

tabula rasa:

I also love the first line toOne Hundred Years of Solitude:  

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

One Hundred Years of Solitude is the only example I have personally read of enjoyable fiction written by a communist.

Peter Christofferson
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Peter Christofferson

I was ever of opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single and only talked of population. From this motive I had scarcely taken orders a year, before I began to think seriously of matrimony, and chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well. To do her justice, she was a good-natured, notable woman; and as for breeding, there were few country ladies who could show more. She could read any English book without much spelling; but for pickling, preserving, and cookery none could excel her. She prided herself also upon being an excellent contriver in housekeeping, though I never could find that we grew richer with all her contrivances.

-- Oliver Goldsmith, The Vicar of Wakefield


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Bob Forrester

Bernardo

    Who's there?

Francisco

    Nay, answer me, and unfold yourself.


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