Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Introduction of My Novel (and no, the rest of the story isn't written in this crazy style--comments?)

He stole her from the land of free papayas. From verdant leaves glazed with rain, ripe fruit in their backyard garden, dark vines inching their way through nests of coconut. He tore her from an antisepticised paradise, from shopping in air-conditioned malls, a house where a live-in Filipino servant completed mundane chores and a twice-a-week Malaysian gardener created a semblance of Eden. From a land piled high with epicurean delights, with delicacies from the East and West, with men who pushed carts on the street roasting chestnuts in giant woks, mealy snacks crystallized with sugar, nearly burning to the touch. He lured her from that which is thicker than water, from laughter and hotsunny days filled with well-behaved progeny and familial dinners, from a wizened mother in traditional silks, simultaneously doting matriarch and fierce dragon, uneducated but streetwise bargain hunter who threw sensibility to the window when her offspring were involved, twice succumbing to fraud involving thousands of dollars in ransom for grown sons never kidnapped. He pulled her from the cacophony of seven siblings and their assorted spouses, from nephews and nieces so increasingly numerous that she often lost count. From her oldest sister’s chili crab and Buddhist brother’s vegetarian beef satay, from Christmas afternoons in rooms filled with the blending of English and Cantonese, never fully one language or the other, and enough chopsticks for everyone to join in mixing the plate of shredded salad. Once at high tea she sat with a handful of children and casually dressed women eating prawns, commenting on how life had changed; where formerly a watermelon was a special treat to be shared, bought from a mother’s earnings as a maid, now she lived as a woman of leisure on her brilliant husband’s engineering income. But that brilliant husband had dreams a tiny island country could never hold, and when his daughter was five, time was pregnant and gave birth to the land of freedom.

5 Comments:

Blogger Jennifer said...

I'll post detailed comments later but for now...it makes me want to keep reading. :) Especially the last sentence.

October 17, 2004 at 1:57 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I'm concerned that I'm using too many adjectives and adverbs--do you think it stands well as it is or needs to be a little cleaner? That would make things less dense, but I'm also concerned that I'd lose the flavor I'm going for.

October 21, 2004 at 5:17 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

Good points--I'll definitely change some of that in revision. Thanks (and keep the comments coming).

October 22, 2004 at 2:22 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

I promised more detailed comments and I'm sure you've been on the edge of your seat waiting for them. ;) I probably don't have anything particularly helpful to add because I'm not really fond of dense writing (Dickens, etc.).

Even with all the description I don't get a clear mental picture. Each sentence is jam-packed with images of what "he took her from" but, for me, they never come together for a cohesive picture of anything. it's just kind of a dogpile of images....
(which could be what you're going for)

October 23, 2004 at 12:10 PM  
Blogger slb said...

"he stole her from the land of free papayas" is, like, the best opening line of a chapter i've read in months.

seriously.

i'd like to finish reading this.

November 23, 2004 at 1:10 PM  

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