tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58542472011-10-20T09:20:05.746-07:00The First Lines of novels; A completely personal selection; and hobby.Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616963878009393796noreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854247.post-20246392586790451872008-11-21T10:29:00.000-08:002008-11-21T10:31:03.586-08:00

The Abstinence Teacher by Tom PerrottaOn the first day of human sexuality, Ruth Ramsey wore a short lime green skirt, a clingy black top, and strappy high-heeled sandals, the kind of attention-getting outfit she normally wouldn't have worn on a date -- not that she was going on a lot of dates these days -- let alone to work.

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The Standard Life of a Temporary Pantyhose Salesman by Aldo BusiGuiditta drags along a rag doll and stares straight ahead.

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A Tale of Two Cities by Charles DickensIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way

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Persuasionby Jane AustenSir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations,

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The Brothers Karamazovby Fyodor DostoevskyAlexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of a landowner from our district, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, well known in his own day (and still remembered among us) because of his dark and tragic death, which happened exactly thirteen years ago and which I shall speak of in its proper place.

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The Wings of the Dove, by Henry JamesShe waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him.

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The Brooklyn Follies, by Paul AusterI was looking for a quiet place to die.

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The Bell Jar, by Sylvia PlathIt was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

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The Ambassadors, by Henry JamesStrether's first question, when he reached the hotel, was about his friend; yet on his learning that Waymarsh was apparently not to arrive till evening he was not wholly disconcerted.

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Netherland, by Joseph O'NeillThe afternoon before I left London for New York -- Rachel had flown out six weeks previously -- I was in my cubicle at work, boxing up my possessions, when a senior vice-president at the bank, an Englishman in his fifties, came to wish me well.

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Maurice, by E.M. ForsterOnce a term the whole school went for a walk -- that is to say the three masters took part as well as all the boys.

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Tropic of Capricorn by Henry MillerOnce you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

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Out Stealing Horses, by Per PettersonEarly November.

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Confessions of Zeno by Italo SvevoWhen I spoke to the doctor about my weakness for smoking he told me to begin my analysis by tracing the growth of that habit from the beginning.

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A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave EggersThrough the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the trees calligraphic.

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The Age of Innocence by Edith WhartonOn a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.

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"Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me"by Richard FariñaTo Athené Then.

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Not a first line -- just some animal groupings:A cloud of bats.A crush of rhinoceruses.A squabble of seagulls.A parade of penguins.An ostentation of peacocks.An exaltation of larks.**This is the title of the dictionary of these terms, by James Lipton.Here's the first line:"Most introductory chapters are written in the well-grounded expectation that they will be blithely ignored."

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The Odyssey Homer "Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy."

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The Iliad Homer "Sing, O Goddess, the anger of achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans."

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In Search Of Lost Time, Vol. 1, Swann's Way by Marcel Proust "For a long time I would go to bed early."

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The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentlemen by Laurence Sterne I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider'd how much depended upon what they were then doing; -- that not only the production of a rational Being was concern'd in it, but that possibly

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The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot "April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain."

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The Hours by Michael Cunningham "She hurries from the house, wearing a coat too heavy for the weather."

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Moby Dick by Herman Melville "Call me Ishmael."

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Ulysses by James Joyce "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed."

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Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf "Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself."

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A Room Of One's Own by Virginia Woolf But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction - what has that got to do with a room of one's own?

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The Last Tycoon by F. Scott Fitzgerald Though I haven't ever been on the screen I was brought up in pictures.

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Travesty by John Hawkes No, No, Henri.

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Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache, hair turning silver at the temples, and eyes so black they were like the tinted windows of a sleek limousine -- he could see out, but you couldn't see in.

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The Shining by Stephen King Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.

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Youth and the Bright Medusa by Willa Cather Don Hedger had lived for four years on the top floor of an old house on the south side of Washington Square, and nobody had ever disturbed him.

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Day of the Locust by Nathaniel West Around quitting time, Tod Hackett heard a great din on the road outside his office.

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On The Beach by Nevil Shute Lieutenant Commander Peter Holmes of the Royal Australian Navy woke soon after dawn.

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Siddhartha by Herman Hesse In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallow wood and the fig tree, Siddhartha, the handsome Brahmin's son, grew up with his friend Govinda.

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Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon A screaming comes across the sky.

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A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. "Brother 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."

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Paper Moon by Joe David Brown "They say my mama, Miss Essie Mae Loggins, was the wildest girl in Marengo County, Alabama."

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V. by Thomas Pynchon "Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, suede jacket, sneakers and big cowboy hat, happened to pass through Norfolk, Virginia."

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The Stranger by Albert Camus "Mother died today."

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On The Road by Jack Kerouac "I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up."

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Funeral Rights by Jean Genet "The newspapers that appeared at the time of the Liberation of Paris, in August 1944, give a fair idea of what those days of childish heroism, when the body was steaming with bravura and boldness, were really like."

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The Blood Oranges by John Hawkes "Love weaves its own tapestry, spins its own golden thread, with its own sweet breath breathes into being its mysteries -- bucolic, lusty, gentle as the eyes of daisies or thick with pain."

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Interview With The Vampie by Anne Rice I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.

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The Color Purple by Alice Walker "You better not tell nobody but God."

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As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner "Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file."

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A Separate Peace by John Knowles "I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there fifteen years before."

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Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. "All this happened, more or less."

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Underworld by Don DeLillo "He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful."

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Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins "If this typewriter can't do it, then fuck it, it can't be done."

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The Cave by Jose Saramago "The man driving the truck is called Cipriano Algor, he is a potter by profession and is sixty-four years old, although he certainly does not look his age."

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A Question of Upbringing by Anthony Powell "The men at work at the corner of the street had made a kind of camp for themselves, where, marked out by tripods hung with red hurricane-lamps, an abyss in the road led down to a network of subterrranean drainpipes."

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The Emigrants by W.G. Sebald "At the end of september 1970, shortly before I took up my position in Norwich, I drove out to Hingham with Clara in search of somewhere to live."

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Possession by A. S. Byatt "The book was thick and black and covered with dust."

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Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig "-Something a little strange, that's what you notice, that she's not a woman like all the others."

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Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela "Apart from life, a strong constitution and an abiding connection to the Thembu royal house, the only thing my father bestowed upon me at birth was a name, Rolihlahla."

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Everything That Rises Must Converge by Flannery O'Connor Her doctor had told Julian's mother that she must lose twenty pounds on account of her blood pressure, so on Wednesday nights Julian had to take her downtown on the bus for a reducing class at the Y.

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Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates The final dying sounds of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of an empty auditorium.

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An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears Marco da Cola, gentleman of Venice, respectfully presents his greetings.

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Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter.

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Dune by Frank Herbert In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.

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A Book Of Common Prayer by Joan Didion I will be her witness.

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Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham The day broke gray and dull.

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Animal Farm by George Orwell Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes.

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Frankenstein by Mary Shelley You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

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Kalki by Gore Vidal Where to begin?

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A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.

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Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel.

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The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets

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Finnegans Wake by James Joyce riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

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