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For some of us, writing fiction seems a lot like trying to pick up a Hot Stranger in a bar: The opening line will make or break us.
If we blow our opening line in a bar, the Stranger turns off, never to find out what scintillating people we are; in a book, the reader stops, never to find out what scintillating prose awaits them on page two.
In other words, if we don’t grab them immediately, it’s over.
Or so many of us think. Of course, grabbing doesn’t have to involve a chokehold. But it does have to make readers (or Strangers) want to find out more. To engage them. Build curiosity. Create intrigue and draw them in.
Convinced about the importance of immediate grabbing, many writers sweat over these opening lines. Even talented, accomplished authors can find first lines daunting, getting intimidated, believing that these lines have to be perfect. Powerful. Strong. Meaningful. Dramatic. Unique. After all, these first sentences are supposed to set tone, establish style, lead readers into the world of the book—In short: hook them.
So what is it, exactly, that makes a good opening line? Are there rules? Definitions? Does anyone really know?
Maybe looking at some will help. Of course, Snoopy’s “It was a dark and stormy night” is unbeatable. But consider these:
“Mrs. Ferrars died on the night of the 16-17th September—a Thursday.” The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, by Agatha Christie
“Last night I dreamt I was in Manderley again.” Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier
“Patsy sat by herself at the beginning of the evening, eating a melted chocolate bar.” Moving On, by Larry McMurtry
“They’re out there.” One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, by Ken Kesey
“I am ninety.” Water for Elephants, by Sara Gruen
“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.” The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler
“It was a Sunday morning at the peak of spring.” The Judgment, by Franz Kafka
“It was a slow Sunday afternoon, the kind Walden loved.” The Man from St. Petersburg, by Ken Follett
These opening lines are by iconic fiction writers. And, in a way, each sets a tone and presents key information. But, honestly, if you didn’t know where these sentences came from, would you think they were anything special? Please. “It was a slow Sunday afternoon…”? Or, “It was about eleven o’clock in the morning…”?
No, to me, the important thing isn’t the opening sentence; it’s all the sentences that follow it. Without a compelling story and appealing characters, these opening lines, even though by such distinguished authors, would be just—well, sentences.
So here’s the deal, or my theory of the deal: These authors didn’t worry about the opening sentence; they just started telling their stories. Even if those stories started in the middle or flashed back from the end, they had to start somewhere. Maybe by indicating time and place; maybe by introducing a character. Or revealing a thought. Or presenting a fact. Whatever started the telling made the first sentence. Just as whatever concluded the story made the last.
Mickey Spillane supposedly said that the beginning sells the novel and the end sells the next one. But that gives the first and last lines a lot of responsibility, causes lots of pressure. For me, the advice of my wise third grade teacher works just fine and doesn’t cause as much anxiety. Mrs. Kellen told her class, “The best way to start is to start.”
So that’s what I do. No perfect first sentence involved. No need for fancy phrasing or affected action. I just start.
So far, that’s worked pretty well for writing. I imagine it would also work for picking up Hot Strangers in a bar. If you try it, let me know?
Merry Jones is the author of the Zoe Hayes mysteries, including The Nanny Murders, The River Killings, The Deadly Neighbors, The Borrowed and Blue Murders, as well as non-fiction, including Birthmothers, and humor, including I Love Him, But… and If She Weren’t My Best Friend, I’d Kill Her.
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