Zestful Blog Post #267
When I was about 12 years old, I got into a phase of wanting
to explore religion. I decided a good first step would be to read the Bible
from beginning to end, because it seemed that’s the way you’re supposed to read
a book. Front to back. Being an experienced consumer of novels by then, I knew
that skipping ahead was a sign of weak will.
Moreover, it seemed people knew the Bible stories, but nobody
ever sat down and read the whole thing straight through. Nobody I knew, anyway.
My family had a so-called Catholic Bible, or the Douay version, which I somehow
understood to be ‘not the real thing.’
I reasoned that checking a Protestant-issue Bible out of the
library would be counterproductive, because the library only granted two
renewals, and I figured that such a long book with such thin pages and such small print would take me half the summer to get through. So, with some
allowance money, I bought my very own pocket-sized King James version, opened
it up, and started reading. As I went, I underlined passages that seemed
especially relevant with a blue ballpoint pen.
As you may know, Genesis starts off with the creation story,
which is halfway decent reading. But as soon as Cain slays Abel and gets
banished, we learn about Cain’s wife and kids, which, who cares? This comes
around the end of Chapter 4, and the chapters are pretty short in through here.
We learn about Cain’s kids, and their kids, and more generations of kids. To be
accurate, though, we don’t learn about
them, we just learn they got born and named.
But don't even talk to me about Chapter 5.
Here’s where the
begats really come thick and fast. And you’re like, why? I’m never going to remember
these people, I’m probably never going to see them again, and yet I have to
read that they existed. The narrative picks back up again in the next chapter, featuring
Noah and all his cubits, then things get sloggy again. You realize, oh, hell,
Noah’s got to re-populate the planet! I am in for so many more begats.
I put the book down for a few weeks and returned to Nancy
Drew. When I picked it up again I stuck with it fairly well, but stalled out once
more in Numbers. Yet more begats. When I got to college and took a course in
the Bible as literature, I understood things a lot better. And when I asked the
professor why he didn’t make us read the begats, he just shrugged and said, “Everybody
skips the begats.”
So we see time-honored lessons for authors:
·
Get right going with some action on page one.
·
If you front-load your story with characters,
you’ll risk losing your reader.
·
Give every character a purpose, for God’s sake.
·
Be nice to your brother and animals.
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