The Book, Alpha 0: The Entity created everythingness from nondescript nothingness, and as with contemporary cosmology, this was as good a place to start as any other. A place for life.
I don’t think anything’s ever going to beat Thompson’s “We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold”
I don't understand why that sentence is always mentioned as a notably good opening sentence on its own. If it wasn't written by Steven King in a book that's considered to be good, would anyone really identify the sentence itself as a great opening sentence? Of course I don't think there's anything wrong with it as an opening sentence, I just don't see how it's notable.
I fed that sentence to GPT-2 last month. Brilliant:
The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed. There was talk of trying to track down a mysterious man who, if not a gun, could be a helpful ally. For a moment, the two could not be sure. The Man in Black was not the same man they had met at the end of the night. But he could be a friend.
As the Man went through the desert and into the darkness of the unknown, he left the gunslinger behind. The gunslinger was in the middle of a trail of shattered bricks. The Man went away.
Bother Francis Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been for the pilgrim with girded loins who appeared during that young novice’s Lenten fast in the desert.
I write this as someone who loves that book: that sentence is exactly the sort the editor/judge of the contest would probably classify as being kinda bad, yes, but also too likely to actually hook a reader to be a worthy entrant.
"Brother Gerard of Utah", "might never have discovered", "blessed" paired with the humorously cold and vague "documents", "girded loins" (just inherently funny, not exactly bad), "that" being just far enough removed from its referent that it reads awkwardly.
This all happens in part because (I'm pretty sure) it is supposed to read as kinda funny, because it's leaning into often-groan-worthy sci-fi tropes ("of Utah") but just happens to be one of the rare good books that does that, and because it is just a little less tightly-written than it might be. The combo's pretty amusing, but also too good for the contest.
And at least two more recent books followed that up with "It was bright blue", as that's what many modern digital TVs show rather than the grey analog static Gibson was referring to. I love Gibson's line, but it's the sort of thing that will need to be explained by a footnote the way Dickens' description of a ghost in "A Christmas Carol" as glowing "like a bad lobster in a dark cellar" is today.
I believe Gibson actually did mean that bright blue. If memory serves his TV at the time didn't do grey analog static, and he generalized somewhat hastily.
I knew what this was as soon as I read "Brother Francis." This sentence is indeed a fitting counter-example to Lyttle Lyton. The whole book is beautifully crafted.
"That branch of the Lake of Como, which turns toward the south between two unbroken chains of mountains, presenting to the eye a succession of bays and gulfs, formed by their jutting and retiring ridges, suddenly contracts itself between a headland to the right and an extended sloping bank on the left, and assumes the flow and appearance of a river."
That's the beginning of "I Promessi Sposi" (The Bethrothed) which is one of the most important books of italian literature, and IMO has one of the worst incipits ever written.
And I feel the 1834 english version[0] is actually more readable than the original.
Commander B. G. Robinson is very feminine and graciously endowed: everything she has two of are perfectly matched, coordinated, and move with a wonderful grace that is called “woman.”
Star Trek: The Next Generation episode “The Outrageous Okona” shooting script
adapted by Harper Cole
Someone obviously has a different idea of TNG than Gene Roddenberry.
Let me see if I can remember my (unsubmitted) entry for that:
"He was a dork, and Stormy Knight suddenly shot the ring right out of his fingers, because she was tired of dorks, especially the kind of dork who automatically assumed that she'd marry him, even though he was a dork and she was the kind of girl who could shoot the ring out of a man's hand, hitting nothing but the ring and maybe a few miscellaneous bits of fingertip."
(Playing with the "It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a shot rang out" trope...)
Night had come to the city of Skalandarharia, the sort of night with such a quality of black to it that it was as if black coal had been wrapped in blackest velvet, bathed in the purple-black ink of the demon squid Drindel and flung down a black well that descended toward the deepest, blackest crevasses of Drindelthengen, the netherworld ruled by Drindel, in which the sinful were punished, the black of which was so legendarily black that when the dreaded Drindelthengenflagen, the ravenous blind black badger trolls of Drindelthengen, would feast upon the uselessly dilated eyes of damned, the abandoned would cry out in joy as the Drindelthengenflagenmorden, the feared Black Spoons of the Drindelthengenflagen, pressed against their optic nerves, giving them one last sensation of light before the most absolute blackness fell upon them, made yet even blacker by the injury sustained from a falling lump of ink-bathed, velvet-wrapped coal.
"The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up."
You know how it is there early in the morning in Havana with the bums still asleep against the walls of the buildings; before even the ice wagons come by with ice for the bars?
- To Have and Have Not
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
- The Old Man and the Sea
Then there was the bad weather.
- A Moveable Feast
In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plains to the mountains.
- A Farewell to Arms
Robert Cohn was once the middleweight boxing champion of Princeton.
- Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises
Each one of those opening sentences asks more questions.
Is that really what it was like in Havana?
Why hasn't he caught fish for so long?
Where was the weather bad?
Which river, plains and mountains?
Why did his boxing career stop at Princeton?
I do enjoy Hemingway, but especially I find his opening lines compelling.
This one got me, “The shadowy figure stood alone in the rain on the street corner under the dim yellow streetlight, casting a long thin shadow down the alley perpendicular to him.”
"The man in Black fled across the Desert, and the Gunslinger followed." - (Steven King, 1982 "The Gunslinger") [1]
1: https://litreactor.com/columns/the-top-10-best-opening-lines...