“I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.” Stephen King.
I can’t agree more. I fear I’ll step on some toes here, because there are hundreds of authors who love adverbs and will argue ‘til the cows come home that they improve their writing. I can’t go there. Oh, I know they’re in my own novels and columns, they pop up without notice in the first drafts, but I do my best to weed them out and rewrite the sentences to make them better than the original.
A few years ago, I packed a couple of books in a carry-on, intending to spend the almost nine hour flight to Hawaii with my nose in a book. I’ve written novels and newspaper columns on planes, and have edited several manuscripts while hanging in the air over various parts of this great nation, but I prefer to read.
I’d purchased a much-touted post-apocalyptic novel from Amazon and had been looking forward to losing myself in the tale (I got hooked on those when I read Alas Babylon fifty years ago). The flight leveled off, I ordered a Bombay Sapphire and tonic, (they had my gin in stock, huzzah!) and settled back with The Novel That Shall Not Be Named (not the real title). The problem began in paragraph one and I knew the book was going to be a wall-banger when I read:
He headed for the baggage claim tiredly, hoping this would be the last time for a while.
Good lord. That sentence required two deep swallows of Bombay before I could continue, and I did, hoping the writing would get better.
Maybe that one slipped through the editing process.
Here we go again. Still on the first page, I read the word “battered” twice in two short, consecutive paragraphs and sighed.
Please get better.
In the next couple of paragraphs, our protagonist leaves the airport, lights a cigarette, and outside for his delayed ride. Unlike him, we didn’t have to wait long for more adverbs.
“Hey pal, can’t you read?” someone said sharply.
“Does your daddy know you’re out playing cop?” he said snidely.
Sigh.
There were two more books in my carry-on, because I never go anywhere without backup, but reading that book was like watching a train wreck. I couldn’t stop, and my fascination with bad writing and boring sentences kept me from throwing the hefty novel against the bulkhead.
There were other problems as well, though I won’t dwell on them other than to say the author fell back on using character’s name in conversation over and over in order to identify the speaker, something I discussed in my last post.
His protagonist and other characters also snapped, spat, snarled, growled, grunted, barked, remarked (unnecessary), shouted, screamed (he just loved for verbs to follow dialogue), but I couldn’t get past the adverbs scattered like rice at a wedding.
Unceremoniously, firmly, loudly, tiredly (again), actually, expertly, apologetically, evenly, and finally (four times), all in the first short chapter.
And it was the way he used them. For example, he insisted on using adverbs that were redundant to the verb they modified.
“Amy whispered quietly to her mother.”
Uh, whispering is already quiet, so we don’t need it. That’s like…
He screamed loudly. Or, Amy drove quickly to the store.” This adverb is modifying a weak verb, so maybe Amy can “jump in her car and race to the store.”
Then there’s the adverb “very,” which I propose is the gateway word leading to Hell Road. Some writers use it the same as so many people who insist that the whole world and everything in it is amazing.
Amy was very tired.
Nope. Amy was exhausted, wrung out, beat, worn out, bushed, dog-tired or even wiped out, but for cryin’ out loud, lift your vocabulary! Her dogs were barking, she was dead on her feet!!! Jeeze!
I believe Mr. King also said adverbs prefer the passive voice, and seem to have been created with the timid word in mind. He was dead-on with The Novel That Shall Not Be Named. I closed it at the beginning of the second chapter. With no suitable walls to throw it against, and fearing aggressive responses from the other passengers if I heaved it into the aisle, I stuck the offending work in the seat pocket in front of me.
It’s something I regret today, because I figure some unsuspecting soul picked it up and found themselves subjected to poor writing. I regret leaving it on that plane for another reason, because I often use it these days as a teaching tool (I found another copy in a bookstore, which means I bought the damned thing twice). The Novel That Shall Not Be Named is a good, bad example of how adverbs allow the writer to be lazy, instead of allowing the work to support itself with well-constructed, thoughtful sentences.
Let’s go back to the first example from The Novel That Shall Not Be Named. I’ll refresh your memory:
He headed for the baggage claim tiredly, hoping this would be the last time for a while.
How about:
Exhausted from the long flight from Dusseldorf, he joined the herd of passengers making their lemming-like way to the baggage claim, hoping he wouldn’t have to travel overseas again for a while.
Now, I know we can argue the point to excess, but to me, it reads better with some context and gives the sentence a little more gas. Here are a few more examples.
I had her wrist firmly in hand.
I squeezed her wrist.
She closed the door firmly.
She slammed the door.
The horse loped around the arena speedily.
Comfortable in the saddle, Matt loped around the arena.
He stuttered haltingly.
How about a simple, “He stuttered.”
Read your manuscript carefully.
Read your manuscript with a critical eye toward those annoying adverbs.
Again, they tend to prop up weak or listless sentences, and that’s when I can’t stand those little buggers. When you find them, re-write the sentence and it will almost always be better than the original.
This example from Daily Writing Tips is a perfect example of these useless weeds (King’s description).
“Adverbs, like adjectives, have gotten a bad rap for their cluttering qualities. They are ever so useful, and so applicable and adaptable that writers often employ them mindlessly and indiscriminately. But which of the three adverbs in the preceding phrase (not only mindlessly and indiscriminately but also often) must I mercilessly vaporize with the Delete key?”
How about “…writers employ them without conscious thought,” or maybe, “…writers employ them with unconsidered, gleeful abandon,” or “…writers should find a better way to construct their sentences.”
I don’t think budding authors even know they’re being lazy, or maybe they don’t recognize adverbs for what they are. After reading On Writing by Mr. King, I went back and combed through my first manuscript, excising as many adverbs as I could find, and the truth be told, my writing sparkled when I deleted most of them.
Just this past Sunday, a friend asked if he could pick my brain a little about becoming an author. I have an idea for a non-fiction book.”
“I’ve written a lot of how-to magazine articles, but fiction is completely different and that’s where I’m comfortable.” I suggested some conferences or writing classes he could take to get started, but he had other ideas.
“I just want to talk about language and style.” He glanced around, as if worried that someone was listening in.
I couldn’t resist having a little fun with him. “I can give you a quick lesson now.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Write conversationally and avoid adverbs.”
Nodding, he wrote the sentence down on a scrap piece of paper.
It was just too easy, because he was concentrating on the subject at hand, much like writing the first draft of a manuscript, and those adverbs weren’t yet resonating. “Remember, no adverbs if you can help it. Seriously. That’s the best advice I can offer right now.”
“Absolutely. Thanks for your help.”
“You’re welcome.”
Glad to meet another adverb hunter, Reavis. I don’t know about you but they make my teeth feel like they did back when someone scraped their fingernails down a chalkboard. You remember those, don’t you? Chalkboards, not fingernails, I mean.
And what’s up? Where’s the rest of the community today? I can explain my absence when I say “tornado” and “no internet.”