By Joe Moore
Last month, my blogmate Jim Bell posted a blog called The First Line Game, a cool exercise he and some friends do to have fun with the first lines of their WIP. We’ve often discussed the power (or lack of) that first lines have on the reader. It can’t be emphasized enough how much a first line plays into the scope of the book. For just like first impressions, there is only one shot at a first line. It can set the voice, tone, mood, and overall feel of what’s to come. It can turn you on or put you off—grab you by the throat or shove you away. It’s the fuse that lights the cannon.
Some first lines are short and to the point—built to create the most impact from a quick jab. Others seem to go on and on and on. And only when we arrive at the period at the end do we see how expertly crafted it was for maximum effect.
So in the spirit of sharing what I consider examples of pure genius, true literary craftsmanship, and genuine artistic excellence, I’d like to share what I think are some of the best first lines in literary history. Let’s start with two of the most famous:
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. —Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)
I am an invisible man. —Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. —Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)
This is the saddest story I have ever heard. —Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. —Paul Auster, City of Glass (1985)
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)
All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. —J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. —William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. —Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)
It was the day my grandmother exploded. —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)
It was a pleasure to burn. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)
It was love at first sight. —Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. —Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)
We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. —Louise Erdrich, Tracks (1988)
Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. —Ha Jin, Waiting (1999)
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)
"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die." —Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)
The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm. —Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962)
Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there’s a peephole in the door, and my keeper’s eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. —GŸnter Grass, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)
In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)
He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. —Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. —L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)
Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I’ve come to learn, is women. —Charles Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)
In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together. —Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)
High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. —David Lodge, Changing Places (1975)
The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. —Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage (1895)
Let’s finish with my personal all-time favorite:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984 (1949)
So which ones have I missed? If it’s not on this list, what’s your favorite first line?
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THE PHOENIX APOSTLES, coming June 2011
"A knockout apocalyptic thriller." – Douglas Preston
I sometimes think we put too much emphasis on the first line. I don’t say that because I don’t think first lines can be important. There are first lines that people remember, even if they’ve never read the book. The problem is that our emphasis on the first line can be paralyzing. It’s like a person standing up to make a speech with the belief that that one speech will change how people view him, that it will make or break him in his career, that his future income depends on that one speech. If he believes that, he’ll be so nervous that he won’t be able to make the speech. And the fact is that while some speeches do that, most aren’t that important. The whole body of work is much more important. So while we have examples of great first lines that have been so very important to the success of their books, most first lines just aren’t that important to the success or failure of a book.
When I do book reviews, I have to cite the best line in the book. I never want to use the first line as the “best” line because it seems lazy, or like I didn’t read the entire book. But often the first line is in fact the most arresting and quotable line. Maybe it’s because the first line, or at least the first paragraph, is like the starter that kicks the whole story into gear. I do agree with Timothy that as writers it’s easy for us to become paralyzed by emphasizing the first line too much. In my case, the first chapter is the hardest thing to get right. Once I get past it, the rest of the book tends to flow much more easily. That first chapter, though–it’s tough.
In thrillers, one of my favorite first lines is from Stephen King’s The Shining: “Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.”
Timothy and Kathryn, thanks for the comments. I agree that there’s always a chance of over emphasizing the importance of any story element. And I don’t want to be responsible for causing writer paralysis. I’ve read many books where the first chapter is like a kid on his first solo bike ride right after the training wheels come off: wobbly and shaky. This can come from being so concerned about getting the first line or paragraph or chapter perfect that the writer over works it to death and winds up beating the life out of it. Only after a couple of chapters into the book does the author, like the kid, get a steady stride and forward momentum. I hope the first-line examples I used will work as inspiration to everyone that the first line can be a jewel. It certainly can indicate what is to come: shaky or solid writing.
I agree about the importance of opening lines but I have to be careful WHEN in the story process I agonize over such things.
It’s easy to become fixated on the opening. So I have learned for myself not to go back and get into fixated mode until I’ve gone through a couple revisions. But every writer has a different system…
My all-time favorite first line is from The Winter of Her Discontent by Kathryn Miller Haines: “Some guys brought you flowers; Al brought meat.” (It’s an excellent mystery series featuring WWII actress/sleuth, Rosie Winters.)
I sometimes come up with a first line before I even know what the story is going to be. Even when the first chapter gets rewritten, the opening line usually stays mostly intact.
I’ve bought books based on the first line and/or first paragraph. I’ve also put books back on the shelf because I didn’t like the opening line.
Joyce, you and I are on the same page. I knew the first line of a couple of my books months before starting the first draft. And like you, I have bought or passed on books after reading the first line.
One recommendation I never take is for someone to tell me about a great book that really gets going after 50 or so pages. Not interested. I’d rather read one that gets going on page 1.
A great favorite from the grandfather of all suspense authors: “True…nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will you say that I am mad?” –Poe, The Telltale Heart
We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody dropped the girl off the bridge. – John D. MacDonald, Darker Than Amber
BK, that’s an excellent approach. It’s so hard to resist tweaking along the way.
Kent, Poe was the master of first lines, and you picked one of my favorites.
Jim, I defy anyone to stop reading after that first line. Good pick.
“Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it.”
A. A. Milne
Great example, SuSaw. You’ve got to at least read the next line. And that’s the whole idea.
“When Sean Devine and Jimmy Marcus were kids, their fathers worked together at the Coleman Candy plant and carried the stench of warm chocolate back home with them.”
-Mystic River by Dennis Lehane
It would hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression “As pretty as an airport.”
Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul.
Or:
The history of the universe has gotten a little muddled for a number of reasons: partly because those who are keeping track of it have got a little muddled, but also because some very muddling things have been happening anyway.
Also Douglas Adams, from Mostly Harmless (first in the Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy series).
Hi Joe,
Love the first line game. Recently I’ve enjoyed Kathryn Lilley’s first line, “Everyone wants a body to die for,” from Makeovers Can Be Murder.
And although this may be cheating, because it’s a first chapter and not the prologue beginning, I love Neil Gaiman’s first sentence from Neverwhere: “She had been running for four days now, a harum-scarum tumbling flight through passages and tunnels.”
I change my first lines so many times. I don’t stress over it till everything else is done.
Thanks for the fun, Joe.
Great additions Michelle, Basil and Jullian. Thanks.
“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.”
Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe