with Kathryn Price, Co-director at Cornerstones Literary Consultancy.
Submission by Elles van Asseldonk:
Chapter 1 – You’re Drunk Winter, Go Home!
The
first day of spring and the world has turned into coffee, energy vibrates of
everything. The soundsystem plays last year’s summer songs with a melancholic
hope of another season of insanity without casualties. March 21st,
celebrating “You’re Drunk Winter, Go Home!” in one of the dirtiest warehouses
–but dirty in a sophisticated underground way- in North London. One of those
places where the outcasts who live there revel in their suddenly found status
of being at the top of the foodchain. Gobbling up gorgeous girls, rejecting
others who do not give the right name at the door. Connections open their
gates, passwords to another world. A twenty pound note will also do the trick.
Sophie
follows her throng of girlfriends as they beat their wings into one of the side
rooms for a “little exploration, see if there’s any fit guys”. The room is
painted blue, with a film poster here and there, and two broken TVs in the
corner. A giant table is set up in the middle, covered in a white table cloth,
on which the most interesting party food is served. A beautiful girl lies on
the table naked, bar for a nude thong, and is covered in sushi as an homage to
the Yakuzi, Japanese gangster culture. Her black hair is spread out around her
face like a dark halo, her face is painted white, with lips like a geisha and
her eyes are closed as if to give her viewers the privacy to take in her thin
body. A group of young guys stand around her, some twirling their moustaches
nervously, many taking pictures with their smart phone. Sophie sees three guys
in Hawaii shirts grinning broadly, displaying the bad dentistry England is
famous for. This will be The Party, the Event Which Electrified My Life, but
Sophie has no inkling of that yet. She’s just attending her first warehouse
rave.
A
muscular guy with shit for brains –at least that’s what his wife beater, clumsy
tattoos and choice of faux crocodile leather shoes suggest- shows his cocaine
induced confidence by taking a piece of sushi. He provocatively goes for some
sashimi that lies in her crotch. Some of the other blokes laugh nervously.
There’s a loud bang coming from the main hall and bits of confetti twirl into
the room. “Mmmm, tastes fishy.” Shit-For-Brains says, displaying half chewed
shrimp rolling around in his mouth. Everyone starts laughing on cue as if an
“APPLAUSE” sign has gone on above Shit-For-Brains’ head. Bits of sushi move
nervously on the stomach of the Geisha girl as she tries not to giggle.
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Kathryn's critique:
This
is an unusual, captivating opening with a strong, vivid and very contemporary
setting. The mention of twirling
moustaches and dirty in a
sophisticated underground way feels particularly up-to-date and observant,
rooting us in a scene populated by wannabe hipsters, people who aren’t quite as
cool as they’d like to think they are. Sophie, seemingly innocent in this
scene, also has some intriguing contradictions. She’s never been to this sort
of party before, but she’s savvy enough to make some arch, knowing judgements
about the outcasts hosting the gathering - and many of the punters.
Much
of this is achieved by a confident and compelling use of the intimate third
person/free indirect viewpoint, where the narrator is very nearly inside
Sophie’s head, with the third person narration intertwined with her own
thoughts. Aligning her with an objective third person voice has the effect of
giving Sophie’s opinions weight and sincerity; we inherently feel she’s a
character we can trust, and sympathise with.
There
are a few elements undermining this powerful effect at present. A few of the
turns of phrase feel unwieldy, old-fashioned or out of place, and this
diminishes the naturalistic sense that we are ‘hearing Sophie’s voice’. For
instance, the world has turned into
coffee, energy vibrates of (NB this should be off) everything feels
like something a real girl would say; by contrast, a melancholic hope of another season of insanity without casualties sounds
awkward, overwritten and overly formal - and is also unclear in terms of
meaning. The same applies to a twenty
pound note (why not just ‘a twenty’?); an
homage to the Yakuzi, Japanese gangster
culture (if Sophie knows who the Yakuza are well enough to use them as
a descriptive reference point, why would she go on to explain – why not just
‘Yakuza-style’?); displaying the bad
dentistry England is famous for (if Sophie is English, which at this stage
a reader will assume she is, then this isn’t something she would notice or
observe).
Elsewhere,
other elements of phrasing sound clunky, and the text might benefit from a
copy-edit to smooth out anything which doesn’t read quite correctly. For
example, the most interesting party food
is served (most interesting where? Is there other food at this rave? This
creates a slightly dissonant image); there’s
a loud bang coming from the main hall (the continuous present tense here is
incorrect as a ‘bang’ is something that happens suddenly and distinctly); see if there’s any fit guys jarred
slightly for me too, as I would associate this kind of non-mainstream night out
with bonding with friends rather than being on the pull (though beat their wings into one of the side rooms is
a wonderful choice of imagery). Watch too for typos: smart phone[s]; Hawaii[an]; the event which electrified her life; tablecloth (should be one
word); cocaine-induced (needs a hyphen).
In
many ways the colour and description of the piece is one of its strengths. In a
very short space of time we have a clear picture of this off-the-wall venue,
with the broken TVs … white tablecloth … and
beautiful naked girl juxtaposing very
effectively. However, there’s room for a few more brushstrokes of specific
detail to bring the scene to life and ensure total clarity. For instance, The first day of Spring and Summer songs combine to give the sense
of daytime and light; this contradicts our conventional understanding of raves
happening at night. Either we need to establish that the timing is unusual,
right from the start, by weaving more sense of daytime into the later action;
or the contradictory elements should be taken out so that the night time
setting springs into focus.
Elsewhere,
there are places where more specificity would pay dividends. For instance, what
film posters, exactly? The choice of
film might tell us more about the atmosphere. And whilst the hipsters with
their moustaches and phones give a good sense of the generic crowd, picking out
a few individual features would only make the description stronger. Likewise, Shit For Brains in his wife beater and faux crocodile leather shoes hovers on the edge of vivid reality
(for me, the t-shirt and shoes are good, solid details but present too
conflicted a picture to feel totally convincing) but even more colour might
help breathe life into him. A description of one of his tattoos, perhaps?
In
the same vein, it should be possible to show
rather than tell a few more
aspects of this scene. There’s a heavy reliance on adverbs to do the work,
which are often weaker than a really strong verb choice. They also lead the
author into repetition; nervously, for
example, appears three times and in each instance a more careful word choice
would give us a better picture of the individuality of the response. Twirling their moustaches nervously isn’t
an easy image to picture: twirling suggests
the opposite of nervousness: confidence; a debonair approach to the world. An
alternative description might be fiddling
with their moustaches, or smoothing
their moustaches with sweaty fingers. And bits of sushi move nervously could be substituted for bits of sushi twitch (which conveys the
feeling of suppressed laughter without having to spell it out).
Often,
adverbs can simply be cut, as with provocatively,
since it’s already fairly obvious that he’s being cocky and arrogant. But
even better, aim to include some supporting action and description which shows us how Shit For Brains is acting.
Sophie thinks his bravado is cocaine-induced
but what makes her assume this?
The
passage currently reads:
A muscular guy with shit for brains –at
least that’s what his wife beater, clumsy tattoos and choice of faux crocodile
leather shoes suggest- shows his cocaine induced confidence by taking a piece
of sushi. He provocatively goes for some sashimi that lies in her crotch.
With
a touch more detail and dramatisation it might read something like the
following:
A muscular guy in a string vest and
crocodile shoes hovers above the geisha’s crotch, bright-eyed and sweating.
Since when did wife-beaters come back into fashion, Sophie wonders, taking in
the blurry barbed wire tattoo around his bicep, his rigid jaw. Around the same
time this guy started turning his brains into shit with coke.
Shit For Brains swoops, vulture-like,
and plucks a piece of sashimi from the geisha’s inner thigh, makes sure
everyone is looking before smacking his lips. ‘Mmm, fishy.’
His mates snigger on cue, as though an
APPLAUSE sign has gone on over his head. Sophie’s surprised he can eat, the
state he’s in. The geisha doesn’t seem to mind, though; bits of sushi twitch on
her belly as she tries not to laugh.
This
opening already makes me want to read on – the foreshadowing statement that
this will be The Party creates
tension and a compelling question hanging over the action: what exactly is
going to happen that will be so momentous, that will change Sophie’s life?
Genre isn’t yet clear – this could be urban general fiction with a literary
feel or even, given the atmosphere, a thriller. Indeed, much of the success of
the piece lies in the way it doesn’t give too much away, keeping us guessing
about who Sophie is and where the action is heading. If Sophie’s voice and the
third person narrative voice can be made completely consistent and convincing,
this should draw the reader even deeper into the scene. By creating a character
who we believe in utterly, the question of what is about to happen to her
becomes even more potent.
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Well it's certainly an original story. But I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look seafood in the eye again... (gulp!) Regards, Mike
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