Wednesday, May 7, 2014

There It Is Again . . .

 . . . the ever-present description of "morning" (see all the other mentions here) This time I found it in Tucker by Louis L'Amour.

Twice during the endless night I woke up, once from the pain of my wound, another time from the cold. I felt sick and very tired, and when morning came at last, a gray, dull morning with slanting rain and lowering clouds , my mouth was dry, my head ached, and when I tried to stand I was weak and dizzy. But I knew I must move. If I stayed where I was, in the state I was in, I would surely die.

L'Amour, Louis - Tucker

Not half bad as far as all the morning descriptions go. I think one day soon I will compile them all into one large post so I can compare them.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Those of you who read this blog often realize that not only am I firmly in the midst of a  first person point of view narrator reading binge (see here), but also I sometimes will throw a Louis L'Amour western just for kicks (here). Not only are they first person, but they offer a walk down memory lane for me, having read so many as a child. I was about to start a new Lee Child novel, for his Jack Reacher character so often reminds me of a L'Amour western (here), but I wanted to show Tucker (here) in first just to get in the right frame of mind.

WHEN I RODE up to the buffalo wallow pa was lying there with his leg broke and his horse gone.

L'Amour, Louis - Tucker

Short, sweet, to the point as far as first lines go. Not quite epic, but not bad either. Kinda what you expect to get from the rest of the book as well.