tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post5993481477376591519..comments2024-03-29T08:40:42.918-07:00Comments on Flogging Babel: Brief Essays on Genre, Part 13: On Narrative HooksMichael Swanwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18389836784776252022noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484180326012950400.post-523004782742817452022-08-03T10:22:09.510-07:002022-08-03T10:22:09.510-07:00I remember an introduction once, I think it was Wh...I remember an introduction once, I think it was <i>Where Were You Last Pluterday</i>, that opened with the protagonist hanging on to a ledge above an abyss and slowly losing his grip finger by finger. In the second paragraph, the narrator explained that there was no ledge and no abyss, and that the protagonist was safely home in bed, but the narrator had once met a reviewer who boasted that he only read the first paragraph of any book. He wanted to leave that reviewer on tenterhooks.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17610040247327945080noreply@blogger.com