Prague, Czech Republic, 2005. I am a 26 year old man, American, and I live in a nunnery in Prague. Yes, a nunnery-with acutal nuns!-and the most amazing bit of this situation is that the nuns do not realize what an ungrateful wretch I am. Just this morning, I skulked down the corridor to the kitchen and stole a bowl of grapes left over from the nuns' breakfast. They were the sort of grapes sold at the outdoor market here, dusky-black and fat, too pretty to eat. I spent the better part of this morning in my little room, spitting grape corpses into a mug. I wanted those grapes to EXPLODE against my palette; I thought the pop would make me feel better. I pushed hard, again and again, tongue aching a little, but each grape only...mooshed. Grapes don't pop--they only split their skins, reluctantly. And so
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Sadly, I don't find anything to hook me in. So, he's eating grapes. So what? As a reader, I don't care any about how the grape mooshes in his mouth. I want to know why he's living in a nunnery. Focus your first 13 on the meat of the story, not the fruit.
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Thank you so much for commenting--it is very, very helpful!
No, it isn't a diary entry. I'm a girl, not a man, and I've never lived in a nunnery, although I have spent the past year in Eastern Europe and I know Prague well.
Well, the rest of the book is devoted to explaining how he got there and why. I wanted to do something with an unbalanced character. (in the first sentence of the Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfiend hints at the "madman stuff" that happened to him before he had to come to "this place"--a mental hospital, but he is too unbalanced to realize that "this place" is the most important thing to the audience, and the reader doesn't even get to know what sort of place Holden is in until later in the novel). Holden thinks ducks on a pond in the winter are more important, but after reading a hundred or so pages of what Holden considers important, we have a good idea of Holden's state of mind without being told the logistics of his current setting. But I'm no Salingar, and if 2 people say it doesn't work, then it doesn't, so I'll take another look at the first paragraph. It took about two hundred pages of the novel to explain why he is there and how he got there, so I'm not sure how I can put that into the first paragraph. Do you think that the structure of a novel is different from that of a short story in this way? (because my biggest fear is that I won't be able to see my own mistakes--thank you so much for your input!)
Interesting character you have here. I'll reserve judgment on the rest until I read the entire chapter.
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Anyway.
I'll want to know soon why he's there.
Nits: a nunnery, with actual nuns -- not that surprising; they do still exist. Maybe it's surprising in Prague.
spitting grape corpses -- I'm not sure what he's spitting. Hulls? Entire grapes?
If you need another reader for the first chapter, send it along to me, I'd be delighted.
Check your spelling - you mean "palate", not "palette".
If you start this fragment with "This morning, I skulked down the corridor..." then it's much "hookier", for me, although I have to admit I will then be very surprised to learn the narrator is a 26-year-old man, so you probably need to establish that within the first few paragraphsm, at the very least.
To me, this feels like a story about a moocher who knows just what he is and doesn't care. Is, in fact, strangely proud of it.
Also, how is "ungrateful wrtech" a cliche? I don't see it...
This opening looks okay to me. It expresses that the narrator is a bit of a dolt in several ways ("actual nuns!" "stole...left over from breakfast" "tongue aching...grapes don't pop"), but he's kind of fun. Part of that is because he obviously isn't that kind of dull dolt that doesn't realize he's a dolt. Part of it is because the ways in which he is a dolt are intrinsically funny. Like spitting out the mooshed grapes into a mug rather than eating them...that's so maliciously two-year oldish.
From what you say, the question "How did this guy get into the nunnery?" is the focus of your novel. If that's the case, then it's a good sign that everybody wants to know the story behind it. The main problem here is that nobody likes to commit to novels, but I'll read a chapter if you like.
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To me, this feels like a story about a moocher who knows just what he is and doesn't care. Is, in fact, strangely proud of it.
Yes, I think you're right, except instead of "moocher" I would say "man who is holding the world sceptically at an arm's distance, getting what he can from it without becoming involved and yet not understanding that this is making him lonely."
Now that's just my interpretation from these few lines. I could be totally off the mark. But... if I'm right then I think that the sentence I pointed out has too much excitement.
I get the feeling that he is trying to pop the grapes in order to rouse himself from the apathy he is feeling, and it isn't working for him. But if he's apathetic, then why is he exclaiming about nuns and how he's pulling the wool over their eyes?
As I said, there's every possibility that I could be completely wrong in my interpretation. If that is the case, then you are probably right.
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Also, how is "ungrateful wretch" a cliche? I don't see it...
I've just heard the words "ungrateful wretch" strung together too many times, especially in religious context. It seems like an overused phrase to me.
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As I should have said when I posted earlier, I do really like this beginning. It's very promising. I was in a bit of a rush earlier, but I should have taken a moment to compliment as well as critique.
I've noticed that pretty all their opinions reflect the same sentiment, which isn't always the best for evaluation.
I thought your first 13 lines were very interesting and would love to read more.
As for the grapes being unimportant, it's the first 13 lines of the story, re*****.
You aren't getting a whole lot of technical comments which is good. I liked the beginning and would read more about him. I think you convey very clearly that the MC is "quirky" at best. I'd read just to see how that developed more than why he's in a nunnery. Good job!
Chrissie