Showing posts with label first lines: B. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first lines: B. Show all posts

Friday, September 11, 2026

First Lines: Philip Baruth


In the rare event that one man must follow two others without being observed, follow them closely from first light to summer dusk, certain conditions are best met.

The Brothers Boswell
Philip Baruth

Monday, August 31, 2026

First Lines: Biblical authors


In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

The Bible

Saturday, August 1, 2026

First Lines: John Barth


George is my name; my deeds have been heard of in Tower Hall, and my childhood has been chronicled in the Journal of Experimental Psychology.

Giles Goat-boy
John Barth

Monday, July 27, 2026

First Lines: Anita Brookner


Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.

A Start in Life
Anita Brookner

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

First Lines: Jim Butcher


I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.

Storm Front
Jim Butcher

Thursday, July 2, 2026

First Lines: Saul Bellow


I am an American, Chicago born – Chicago, that somber city – and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent.

The Adventures of Augie March
Saul Bellow

Thursday, June 25, 2026

First Lines: John Berendt


The air still smelled of charcoal when I arrived in Venice three days after the fire.

The City of Falling Angels
John Berendt

Monday, June 22, 2026

First Lines: Bill Bryson


I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.

The Lost Continent
Bill Bryson

Sunday, June 21, 2026

First Lines: Saul Bellow


What made me take this trip to Africa? There is no quick explanation. Things got worse and worse and worse and pretty soon they were too complicated.

Henderson the Rain King
Saul Bellow

Friday, June 19, 2026

First Lines: Anita Brookner


Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.

The Debut
Anita Brookner

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

First Lines: Samuel Butler


When I was a small boy at the beginning of the century I remember an old man who wore knee-breeches and worsted stockings, and who used to hobble about the street of our village with the help of a stick.  

The Way of All Flesh
Samuel Butler

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

First Lines: Iain Banks


Apparently I am what is known as an Unreliable Narrator, though of course if you believe everything you’re told you deserve whatever you get.

Transition
Iain Banks

Monday, May 25, 2026

First Lines: Benjamin Black


It was not the dead that seemed to Quirke uncanny but the living.

Christine Falls
Benjamin Black

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

First Lines: T.C. Boyle


She was running late, always running late, a failing of hers, she knew it, but then she couldn't find her purse and once she did manage to locate it (underneath her blue corduroy jacket on the coat tree in the front hall), she couldn't find her keys.

Talk Talk 
T.C. Boyle

Sunday, May 3, 2026

First Lines: Jim Butcher


The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.

Blood Rites
Jim Butcher

Sunday, April 26, 2026

First Lines: Peter Benchley


The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.

Jaws
Peter Benchley

Saturday, April 25, 2026

First Lines: Richard Bausch


They went on anyway, putting one foot in front of the other, holding their carbines barrel down to keep the water out, trying, in their misery and confusion--and their exhaustion--to remain watchful.

Peace
Richard Bausch

Saturday, April 11, 2026

First Lines: Gabrielle Burton


Imagine all the roads a woman and a man walk until they reach the road they’ll walk together.

Impatient with Desire
Gabrielle Burton

Thursday, April 2, 2026

First Lines: John Buchan


I returned from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.

The Thirty-Nine Steps
John Buchan