From the terse to the lyrical, Anita Brookner’s opening lines
are often memorable.
A Start in Life (1981)
Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.
With concision and aplomb Brookner sets out her stall.
This is how to get yourself noticed.
Brief Lives (1990)
Julia died. I read it in The Times this morning.
My French friend, Marie, never a Brookner fan, disliked
Brief Lives, especially the opening; she objected to its bleakness and
negativity. ‘Yes – and?’ I probably replied. It’s certainly a startling start to a novel, and if this almost gnomic line hasn’t found its way on to a T-shirt
somewhere, then someone is missing a trick.
Incidents in the Rue Laugier (1995)
My mother read a lot, sighed a lot, and went to bed early.
A beautiful, rhythmic sentence, with Proustian resonances
– and that second comma is surely the mark of a stylist (Brookner, in one of her
book reviews, praises an author’s use of such a comma). Of course, reading a
lot and sighing a lot and going to bed early are just the sorts of Brooknerian
behaviours decried by Brookner’s more hostile critics. But Brookner enjoys
baiting her detractors.
Visitors (1997)
Towards evening the oppressive heat was tempered by a slight breeze, although this merely served to power drifts and eddies of a warmth almost tropical in its intensity.
Reminiscent of the opening of Hotel du Lac (‘From the
window all that could be seen was a receding area of grey’), Visitors
introduces its protagonist hesitantly, tentatively. We are aware of an
observing consciousness, but it will take several sentences before Dorothea May
emerges into the light. The passivity of the grammar serves to enhance and
illustrate that same quality in the heroine.
Strangers (2009)
Sturgis had always known that it was his destiny to die among strangers.
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