Category: Quotations

Dusted Off: First Paragraphs

On March 11, 2008

Subject A:Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum’s Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Carravagio. Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-three-year-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas.

Subject B:In the history of the world there have been lots of onces and lots of times, and every time has had a once upon it. most people will tell you that the once upon a time happened in a land far, far away, but it really depends on where you are. The once upon a time may have been just outside your back door. It may have been beneath your very feet. It might not have been in a land at all but deep in the sea’s belly or bobbing around on its back.

One of these is the first paragraph of a “Juvenile” novel that will never make the author famous. One of these is from a record-selling novel that received mega-press. One is imaginative, clever; the other seems paint-by-numbers. One is something I wish I could write; the other I could whip off in a few minutes.

In short, one is good. The other, not.

Dusted Off: The Need for Ballast

By HCNewton

On December 14, 2006

In News/Misc., Quotations

It’s only just beginning to occur to me that it’s important to have something going on somewhere, at work or at home, otherwise you’re just clinging on. If I lived in Bosnia, then not having a girlfriend wouldn’t seem like the most important thing in the world, but here in Crouch End it does. You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it’s just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who’d believe in this character then? I’ve got to get more stuff, more clutter, more detail in here, because at the moment I’m in danger of falling off the edge.

– Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

Dusted Off: Postscript

By HCNewton

On November 10, 2006

In Authors, News/Misc., Quotations, Writing

Was playing around on Chabon’s website and read his essay, “Our Nabokov” I would give just about anything (short of my kids) to be able to write a sentence like this (much less like the writer he’s describing):

It’s a conundrum that for me approaches the absurd opacity of a Zen koan to try to imagine how English written by a Russian sounds to Russians reading in English, but to our ears, Nabokov’s English combines aching lyricism with dispassionate precision in a way that seems to render every human emotion in all its intensity but never with an ounce of shmaltz or soggy language.

This, btw, is probably the best description of what draws me to Nabokov,

“He has an amazing feeling for the syntactic tensility of an English sentence, the way an ironic aside or parenthesis can be tucked into a fold with devastating effect or a metaphor can be worked until it is as thin as gold leaf.”

I can distinctly remember telling my friends (engineering, educatation and architecture students) around the dorm’s dining room table about Lolita, and the joy and wonder I was experiencing. They all (without exception) reacted with horror and revulsion to the premise of the novel and couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. Maybe if I could’ve expressed myself like Chabon just did, they’d have not written me off as insane. At least not that day.

Dusted Off: Writer’s Envy

By HCNewton

On October 10, 2006

In Authors, Jim Butcher, Quotations, Writing

Doing a little reading this morning while the boys do schoolwork and the Princess is hopping around on gymnastic equipment…read this paragraph from Jim Butcher’s Summer Knight. Just struck me as the kind of thing a writer should be able to do, should be great at. This is a paragraph that Dan Brown could never write. Me either. Which bugs me more than I can say.

I leaned against my door with my eyes closed, trying to think. I was scared. Not in that half-pleasant adrenaline-charged way, but quietly scared. Wait-on-the-results-of-medical-tests scared. It’s a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

Little bit of humor to create/maintain the tone, gives insight into the character, and you know exactly how the narrator feels–even if you haven’t felt that way yourself–and if you have felt that it resonates with you in such a way that you are in the moment.

Dusted Off: Casablanca

By HCNewton

On July 26, 2006

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller, Quotations

I liked Hugh Laurie’s The Gun Seller so much, thought I’d give a sample to encourage you to pick up the book. Also, just thought it was entertaining enough on it’s own to be worth the while. It definitely belongs in the, “if I ever got around to writing fiction again, this is what I’d want to sound like” file.

Don’t go to Casablanca expecting it to be like the film.

In fact, if you’re not too busy, and your schedule allows it, don’t go to Casablanca at all.

People often refer to Nigeria and its neighbouring coastal states as the armpit of Africa; which is unfair, because the people, culture, landscape, and beer of that part of the world are, in my experience, first rate. However, it is true that when you look at a map, through half-closed eyes, in a darkened room, in the middle of a game of What Does That Bit Of Coastline Remind You Of, you might find yourself saying yes, all right, Nigeria does have a vaguely armpitty kind of shape to it.

Bad luck Nigeria.

But if Nigeria is the armpit, Morocco is the shoulder. And if Morocco is the shoulder, Casablanca is a large, red, unsightly spot on that shoulder, of the kind that appears on the actual morning of the day that you and your intended have decided to head for the beach. The sort of spot that chafes painfully against your bra strap or braces, depending on your gender preference, and makes you promise that from no on you’re definitely going to eat more fresh vegetables.

Casablanca is fat, sprawling, and industrial; a city of concrete-dust and diesel fumes, where sunlight seems to bleach out colour, instead of pouring it in. It hasn’t a sight worth seeing, unless half-a-million poor people struggling to stay alive in a shanty-town warren of cardboard and corrugated iron is what makes you want to pack a bag and jump on a plane. As far as I know, it hasn’t even got a museum.

You may be getting the idea that I don’t like Casablanca. You may be feeling that I’m trying to talk you out of it, or make your mind up for you; but it really isn’t my place to do that. It’s just that, if you’re anything like me–and your entire life has been spent watching the door of whatever bar, café, pub, hotel, or dentist’s surgery you happen to be sitting in, in the hope that Ingrid Bergman will come wafting through in a cream frock, and look straight at you, and blush, and heave her bosom about the place in a way that says thank God, life does have some meaning after all–if any of that strikes a chord with you, then Casablanca is going to be a big [bleep] disappointment.

Dusted Off: Happy April 15th

By HCNewton

On April 15, 2006

In Calendar Items, Nero Wolfe/Archie Goodwin, Quotations

“A man condemning the income tax because of the annoyance it gives him or the expense it puts him to is merely a dog baring its teeth, and he forfeits the privileges of civilized discourse. But it is permissible to criticize it on other and impersonal grounds. A government, like an individual, spends money for any or all of three reasons: because it needs to, because it wants to, or simply because it has it to spend. The last is much the shabbiest. It is arguable, if not manifest, that a substantial proportion of this great spring flood of billions pouring into the Treasury will in effect get spent for that last shabby reason.”

–Nero Wolfe

Dusted Off: Found this quote today:

By HCNewton

On March 17, 2005

In Books, Quotations

“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?” Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)

My wife (happy birthday honey!) would testify that nothing could describe me better…

Dusted Off: Fiction binge

By HCNewton

On December 28, 2004

In Fiction, Quotations, Science Fiction

Since I finished classes a couple weeks ago (and honestly, during study breaks that last week) I’ve been reading pretty much nothing but novels (so much for my “I’m going to take this break to read up some hard-core theology stuff I’ve been putting off” plan…maybe in May).

Well, as part of this binge, I’ve reread a couple of Rex Stout’s, started a reread of a Parker, knocked off 2 well-written novels I will probably never want to re-visit, and have just started a Science Fiction novel, In the Garden of Iden, as recommended by a chat pal.

In many books there’s something you read that makes you say, “Okay, doesn’t matter what happens in the rest of this book, I’m here to the end.” I should probably have an example of this, but really can’t come up with any but the one I’m talking about at the moment. Anyhow, paragraph 2 of chapter 2 in this book is this moment for me:

Also there, in the enormous cathedral, the Infanta Katherine, daughter of Ferdinand and Isabella, is supposed to have stopped to hear mass on her way to marry the Prince of England. Now, in this cathedral was a silver censer, big as a cauldron, that swung in stately arcs at the end of a chain; and during the Infanta’s Mass the chain broke and this censer hurtled out of the church through a window and exploded like a bomb on the paving stones outside. Some people would have taken this as an omen, but not the Infanta. She went resolutely on to England and would up marrying King Henry the Eighth. This shows that one ought to pay attention to omens.