Saturday, March 28, 2009

Whether Weather

By Pat Browning

Talk about timing. News coverage of Colorado’s blizzard works right in with the Colorado blizzard that opens Jean Henry Mead’s DIARY OF MURDER.

And fie on those who say weather makes a poor opener. Weather affects our moods, our health, our actions, our history. If George Washington had tried to cross the Delaware on a warm spring afternoon we might still be part of the British Empire.

Marilyn Meredith's third Tempe Crabtree mystery INTERVENTION takes place during a snowstorm. No snowstorm, no mystery.

In the case of DIARY OF MURDER, driving blind in a Colorado snowstorm could be a metaphor for trying to find the truth about a mysterious death. There’s so much snow in that book I had to turn up the thermostat and fire up the coffee pot when I finished reading it.

In real life, Mother Nature is on a rampage this weekend through the Midwest. Fits right in with Nancy Mehl’s IN THE DEAD OF WINTER, which opens with the protagonist on an icy Kansas road.

Quote:
I gripped the steering wheel in a desperate attempt to keep my car from sliding on the ice-covered road. My decision to leave the main highway had been a huge mistake. I should have realized that the weather would worsen the closer I got to Winter Break. The fury of the storm outside matched the tempest that raged inside me. I was going back to a place I’d abandoned years ago.
End Quote.

More snow, in this opening from THE PAPER DETECTIVE by E. Joan Sims,settles me right into her story and makes me wish I were there.

Quote:
I lounged back against the comfortable arm of the red chintz sofa in the library and gazed out the double French doors at the snow. Flakes as big as goose feathers had fallen softly and steadily all night long. Deep pillowy drifts piled up next to the orchard fence and around the base of the fruit trees, and according to the weatherman, more snow was on the way.
EndQuote.

Snow is picturesque, but heat and fire are true to settings in Los Angeles. In L.A. REQUIEM, Robert Crais opens Part 1 with the infamous Santa Ana winds, in a description so vivid it makes me itch.

Quote:
That Sunday, the sun floated bright and hot over the Los Angeles basin, pushing people to the beaches and the parks and into backyard pools to escape the heat. The air buzzed with the nervous palsy it gets when the wind freight-trains in from the deserts, dry as bone, and cooking the hillsides into tar-filled kindling that can snap into flames hot enough to melt an auto body. The Verdago Mountains above Glendale were burning. A column of brown smoke rose off the ridgeline there where it was caught by the Santa Anas and spread south across the city, painting the sky with the color of dried blood.
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On a cooler note, there is this lovely opening of OLD BONES by Aaron Elkins.

Quote:
So still and silent was the fog-wreathed form that it might have been an angular, black boulder. But there are no boulders, angular or otherwise, to mar the immense, flat tidal plain that is Mont St. Michel Bay. When the tide is out there is only sand, more than a hundred square miles of it. And when the tide is in, the plain becomes a vast, rolling ocean from which the great abbey-citadel of Mont St. Michel itself – St. Michael’s Mount -- rears like some stupendous, God-made thing of dark and gloomy granite, all narrow Gothic arches and stark, medieval perpendiculars.
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My favorite opener, one that invokes my first trip to Paris, is from KINGDOM OF SHADOWS by Alan Furst.

Quote:
On the tenth of March 1938, the night train from Budapest pulled into the Gare du Nord a little after four in the morning. There were storms in the Ruhr Valley and down through Picardy and the sides of the wagon-lits glistened with rain. In the station at Vienna, a brick had been thrown at the window of a first-class compartment, leaving a frosted star in the glass. And later that day there'd been difficulties at the frontier for some of the passengers, so the train was late getting into Paris.
End Quote.

That was Paris 1938, as Europe teetered on the edge of World War II. More than 30 years later, Paris 1969 was a peaceful and affordable place for American tourists. It was still raining.

My tour group’s hotel was a budget place on a narrow street across from a grocery store, close by a bakery and a bistro. The rug at the top of the hotel stairs was torn and I almost tripped on it when I looked over the railing into the lobby below. That night I opened the drapes in my room to let in a little air and found myself looking at a man with a pair of binoculars sitting in his window across the way.

We were at the end of a hectic three-week tour of Europe. For reasons long forgotten I was the only one still speaking to our tour guide. He and I spent a couple of rainy evenings strolling along the Champs Elysees, stopping now and then for hot chocolate at a sidewalk café. For years afterward, the sight of trees glistening in the rain transported me right back to Paris.

Thanks, then, from me to writers who will set a scene and tell me if the characters are caught in the rain, the snow, a Santa Ana or a sirocco. Please, if the weather has a bearing or sets a tone, put it in the book.

19 comments:

Jean Henry Mead said...

Thanks for mentioning Diary of Murder, Pat. I seem to always open with some kind of weather, whether it's snow, rain or fog. Weather is a great mood setter. By the way, we still have 5 ft. snowdrifts here with more snow on the way. Brrrrr!

Anonymous said...

Jean,

I agree. Weather is a great mood setter.

I can remember when I lived in the Central Valley I used to joke that California has climate but Oklahoma has weather.

Believe me, I've had enough of Oklahoma's weather this year already!

However, the OKC metro seems to have escaped the worst this week. Thank God for small favors!

Pat

Rob Wallker said...

Ever eat out in the wEATher? I teach my English challenged students to SEE the BIG little difference in words that look alike/sound alike like Whether is related to either and neither whereas in bad wEATher it is hard to eat under a downpour. That said, Pat, your examples are very instructive and somebody oughta announce this blogging on DL as I think they there are always talking about food and you guessed it, wEATher Eat w/her.

Rob

Jaden Terrell said...

Great examples of effective openings that begin with the weather. I think the key to all these openings is that they aren't static. The weather isn't just sitting there like a painting; it's active and often menacing.

Mark W. Danielson said...

I agree, Pat. Even Hemmingway's opening line, "The sea." stirs images in our brains. It is impossible to avoid using weather in a setting. Whether it be smog, rain, heat, cold, fog, or gloom of night, every scene is set by the elements.

Anonymous said...

Thanks, Rob. (-: I had a dickens of a time deciding what to call that blog. I finally picked a word that rhymes with weather and could loosely -- very loosely -- apply to the subject of the blog -- whether to open with the weather.

Words, words ...
Pat

Anonymous said...

Good comment, Beth -- "The weather doesn't just sit there ... "

Done right, it can be another character,full of life, or death.

Pat

Anonymous said...

Mark,

It's odd how many authors ignore the elements and nature in general, yet Man Against Nature is one of the conflicts all writing books mention.

Two great examples: Hemmingway's OLD MAN AND THE SEA, and MOBY DICK by -- good grief, senior moment, senior moment! I am distracted by the memory of Gregory Peck as Ahab in the movie! (-:

Pat

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I removed a comment that was all in Chinese or Japanese.
PB

Ann Parker said...

I love openings having to do with weather ... they really set the scene for me!
Wishing everyone well who's dealing with snow, ice and rain.
It's a sunny day in Northern CA (where we're facing a drought...)

Anonymous said...

Hi, Ann:

Thanks for dropping by. I checked out your web site and followed a lot of the links -- interesting stuff there!

I was in Leadville years ago, so your settings fascinate me. The cover for SILVER LIES is just gorgeous.

Best,
Pat Browning

Earl Staggs said...

Pat, you stated it as well as could be. Some take it literally when they hear a "rule" saying not to open with weather. The intent of that advice is don't spend the first page describing how sunny, wet or cold it is, but get into the character's mind, plot and scene right away. If weather plays a part in doing that, as your examples show, do it.

Now, where's that Chinese porn?

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Chester Campbell said...

Great discussion, guys. And great post, Pat. The Anonymous juvenile who keeps putting up Chinese is from Taiwan. He needs to go to Beijing and mess with them.

Anonymous said...

Hi, Earl:

Thanks for your comments. I guess it really does depend on the writer, the subject and the market, whether you open with the weather.

As for that pesky Chinese pornographer -- I hope he decides to take his comments elsewhere. (-:

Chester,
Thanks for removing the latest porn. I've never figured out the quick and easy way to do that.

Pat

Chester Campbell said...

You're welcome, Pat. It's simple. After you sign in, a little trash can appears at the bottom of the comment. Just click on it and the comment is deleted.