It's Monday, which means it's time for our new regular feature (can a feature be both new and regular?): PAGE CRITIQUE MONDAYS!! Which will occasionally be Query Critique Monday, One Sentence/One Paragraph/Two Paragraph Pitch Critique Monday, Synopsis Critique Monday, and New Reality Show Idea Because The Ones I'm Watching Are Kind of Getting Old Critique Monday.
A reminder of the rules (please read before posting because the first
eligible comment will get the critique):
1. The first person to enter a 250 word excerpt from the beginning of their novel in the comment section will win the critique.
Please also tell us the title and genre.2. I will update the post with the excerpt, unedited, so we can all read and form our opinions.
3. I will later update the post again with the excerpt now featuring my redlines, thoughts, comments, drawrings, emoticons, and assorted other marginalia (but really only redlines, thoughts, and comments)
4. Feel free to add your own two cents, but remember the sandwich method: positive, extremely polite constructive criticism (and I mean it), positive. I've decreed you need to read and heed this creed or I'll proceed to make you bleed. Indeed.
Here we go!
UPDATE #1: THE EXCERPTHere is the page. I'll be back later with a critique, and in the meantime feel free to add your thoughts.
Title: PEARL EDDA
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
The wolf circled me.
Slowly.
Its eyes narrowed; its ears flat against its skull.
It snarled, baring teeth so white the flames reflected off them. My fingers gripped the knife I held pressed against my thigh as I turned with the beast. Each of us biding our time. Engaged in our silent dance amidst the chaos.
Around us, the forest popped and groaned. Flames licked their way up pine trees; concealed embers awaited their turn to wreak havoc; howls sliced through the inferno’s roar as one by one the pack was claimed.
The animal paused. Its body on point. Its black hackles ruffled.
Then it bolted, spinning away from me and from the others who were now each ensnared in death’s fiery grip.
Shoving the knife into its sheath, I chased after the beast, but it taunted me with its speed and agility. I burst forward, averting my eyes from the smoldering heaps littering the ground.
I couldn’t look.
I had but one goal – to find her. Somehow I knew the wolf shared that goal, but, unlike me, it had no desire to save her.
“Iven?”
Startled, I opened my eyes, wondering where I was and why my heart was racing. The dreams were more getting vivid and it took me a moment to get my bearings as several images ran through my muddled brain.
Fire…wolves…Salt Lake City…airport…
Olivia.
Relief coursed through me.
She sat in a vinyl chair across from me. Staring at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
UPDATE #2: MY CRITIQUE
I think there are some interesting images in this opening, and you can't really go wrong with a character staring down a wolf. The description evokes the setting, and I think it's an intriguing setup. Thanks so much to Heidi for participating!
My thoughts can be broken down into two rough categories:
1)
The "Just Kidding!" opening: I see a lot of openings that start one way, only to find out that what we thought we were reading wasn't really happening - either it's a dream, or the description was such that we were intentionally misled by the author (e.g. we were led to believe it was a shark attack but actually it was just a game of Marco Polo), or some other rug-pulling-out that has the effect of tricking the reader. I call them "Just Kidding!" openings.
This is a dangerous game to play. It can definitely work if handled well and if the effect is very very necessary, but the danger is that it makes it extremely difficult to establish trust between reader and author. It's the literary equivalent of a hand buzzer, and the reader may feel like the joke's on them. After this opening, everything is potentially a dream sequence, and the effect can be exhausting. It's tough to take anything at face value.
If you're going to begin in this fashion, I think it's extremely important to catch the reader right after the dream: the author has to assure the reader in some fashion that there was a point to beginning in that fashion, whether it's because the protagonist has a concrete takeaway or there's a second shiny object that catches our interest and makes us forget the rug-pulling or some other way of smoothing over the dislocation the reader is feeling.
In this case though, the protagonist is basically recapping what we already saw and if anything introducing a further mystery, and there's not enough of a sense that okay, yes, just kidding that was a dream, but there's a reason we started this way and you're in sure hands. So in this trust fall, I'm not quite sure the author catches us.
2)
Descriptions that are mouthfuls: There are some strong images here that really helped us get a sense of setting, and I particularly liked "Its body on point. Its black hackles ruffled." which is such a clear and precise description. However, there were other times where I felt like the descriptions felt like a mouthful, and I was concerned that it made the opening feel overwritten:
- "baring teeth so white the flames reflected off them" - This is an image that we can definitely picture, but it's a bit imprecise: just because something is white doesn't mean it's reflective, and just because it's whiter (e.g. "so white") doesn't mean it's going to be
more reflective. It's not the color that makes something reflective, but rather how shiny/reflective it is (black could reflect flames too). Now, this may sound like total nitpicking and not many readers are going to stop and say, "Waiiiiiit a second, just because something is whiter doesn't mean it's going to better reflect flames!" Instead, the reader will just experience it as something feeling off. An image like this bothers the brain, even if we sometimes can't pinpoint exactly why until we stop and think about it. That's why precision is so important. But even more importantly, I just don't know that this description flows well. Similarly:
- "My fingers gripped the knife I held pressed against my thigh as I turned with the beast." I had a hard time tracking this sentence. Is the detail that he/she is holding the knife against his/her thigh really necessary? And what exactly is meant by "turned with the beast"? Are they turning or are they actually circling each other and would that be a more precise description? "turned with the beast" makes it sound as if they're on a turntable. It's also not necessary to specify that "my fingers" gripped the knife - unless otherwise specified we're going to assume he/she is holding the knife in her hands, so saying "my fingers" feels redundant and "I gripped the knife" is sufficient.
- "spinning away from me and from the others who were now each ensnared in death’s fiery grip": Again, another mouthful that's difficult to track. Who are the others and how exactly are they ensnared? And what does "spinning" mean - is it literally spinning through the air? If so, that seems like something that may need to be described further so we have the right image.
There are many instances (which I'll mark below) where it seems like there's a thought that could be described much more precisely, and I just don't know that enough is gained by stretching for a more evocative description, especially in an action sequence. There definitely needs to be enough detail to ground the reader, but when it's overly wordy it slows down the action as the reader tries to unpack the imagery.
REDLINE Title: PEARL EDDA
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
The wolf circled me.
Slowly.
Is this necessary? Usually a word gets its own paragraph when it’s surprising, but is it really surprising for a wolf to circle someone slowly? Do they ever circle someone quickly?Its eyes narrowed; its ears flat against its skull.
Not sure about the sentence fragment or the semi-colon. Wonder if the rhythm would be better if this were two short declarative sentences (like the body on point/hackles paragraph).It snarled, baring teeth so white the flames reflected off them. My fingers gripped the knife I held pressed against my thigh as I turned with the beast. Each of us biding our time.
Tense change. Engaged in our silent dance amidst the chaos.
The chaos hasn't yet been described, so I don't know that it needs to be referenced if you're not going to specify. Otherwise, since this scene has so far been focused on the faceoff (I originally thought the flames reflected were from a campfire or something), the reader is just going to think, "Wait, what chaos?"Around us, the forest popped and groaned. Flames licked their way up pine trees; concealed embers awaited their turn to wreak havoc
"awaited their turn" makes it seem like the embers are intelligent/living beings; howls sliced through the inferno’s roar as one by one the pack was claimed.
Not sure what's happening here.The animal paused. Its body on point. Its black hackles ruffled.
Love this. Then it bolted, spinning away from me and from the others who were now each ensnared in death’s fiery grip.
Shoving the knife into its sheath, I chased after the beast, but it taunted me with its speed and agility
Is the wolf showing off? Not sure that "taunting" is the right word choice here. I burst forward, averting my eyes from the smoldering heaps littering the ground.
I couldn’t look.
I had but one goal – to find her. Somehow I knew the wolf shared that goal
"Shared that goal" feels a little awkward, esp. since "goal" is repeated again, but, unlike me, it had no desire to save her.
"had no desire to" seems a tad overwrought. It's also already clear that they're not on the same side, so is this necessary to point out? “Iven?”
Startled, I opened my eyes, wondering where I was and why my heart was racing
Would the character really be wondering why their heart is racing? They just had a scary dream. The dreams were more getting vivid and it took me a moment to get my bearings as several images ran through my muddled brain.
Fire…wolves…Salt Lake City…airport…
Since we now know this was a dream, it's important to help the reader feel like they know what they should be taking away from it and to leave them on sure footing. "Salt Lake City" and "airport" introduces a further mystery that the protagonist knows something about and the reader doesn't, and they may feel like you're holding out on them.Olivia.
Relief coursed through me.
Feels overwritten. Does relief really "course through"? But also it's telling: could we see what this character does/how they react when they feel relieved? She sat in a vinyl chair across from me
I like the detail of "vinyl chair". Simple, but helps give a mental image. Staring at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.