I added Nabokov's sentences (in blue) for a fair comparison
between the "improved" lines and Nabokov's own, in "Torpid Smoke"
The editor supplied his own kind of "animation" ("blinked", "blanketed"
instead of VN's solitary "streetlamps...taking a picture of the lace
curtain's design"), in an excitingly "torpid"
stroke...
Less
is Best, Mr. Nabokov.
by Mike Sacks
"In April I submitted Vladimir Nabokov’s short story
“Torpid Smoke” to seven online manuscript evaluation services. Other than
changing the title to “Russian Smoke” and Nabokov’s name to Jonathan Shade, I
left the piece unaltered. My online editors had some praise for the story, but
also some suggestions on how to improve it".
Sample: [ ] Don’t overwhelm your readers with extraneous
description. You have to leave something to the imagination of the reader,
especially these days. In the past, this overly descriptive writing has worked,
but sadly, we live in an era where the attention span (even of a voracious
reader) is not quite what it used to be.
A good way to get a piece moving
is to make the action more immediate and exciting:
“The streetlamps hanging in the dusk suddenly blinked on all the way to
Bayerischer Platz. Every object in the dark (as opposed to unlit) room shifted.
The design on the lace curtains caught the light and blanketed the furnishings.”
You can see how this has made the description active, immediate and
snappy.
"WHEN the streetlamps hanging in the dusk came
on, practically in unison, all the way to Bayerischer Platz, every object in the
unlit room shifted slightly under the influence of the outdoor rays, which
started by taking a picture of the lace curtain's design."
Ask yourself here: “What moves the story in this sentence?” While the image
of the teeth/tongue is clever, it is not, in my opinion, moving the story along.
On the contrary, it is slowing it down.
[ "...offered him
a dependable method of measuring and marking himself off; that method he found
only when in a burst of agility the tactile tip of his tongue, performing a
sudden twist in his mouth (as if dashing to check, half-awake, if all was well),
palpated and started to worry a bit of soft foreign matter, a shred of boiled
beef firmly lodged in his teeth; whereupon he reflected how many times, in some
nineteen years, it had changed, that invisible but tangible householdry of
teeth, which the tongue would get used to until a filling came out, leaving a
great pit that presently would be refurnished/ He was now prompted to move not
so much by the shamelessly frank silence behind the door as by the urge to seek
out a nice, pointed little tool, to aid the solitary blind toiler[. ]The light
also fell on a safety pin. He unbent it, and following his tongue's rather fussy
directions, removed the mote of meat, swallowed it - better than any dainties;
after which the contented organ calmed down."
This sentence is
far too long and leaves the reader lost in a maze of images. The mind needs
short, quick photographic images to grab onto.
Beware of being overly
wordy.[ ]
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