“I have noticed that some of my best reads start slow at the beginning....I just assume that's an authors deliberate attempt at character/plot development to create a wide field.”
Paul
If you know that already, you already know all that I know. I think I’m gonna get the best of that bargain.
John K
I don’t think this is what Paul is really talking/asking about, and I think TE has already done it well, but I’ll take a shot at trying to provide an example/analogy of a storyline/hole:
ACT I, SCENE 1:
Male-bonding after painful divorces. Felix is a nervous sort, Oscar a loud-mouthed slob. They've driven west a long way from New York, and to a golf course. The first tee here sits hard by the practice green, with members watching. Felix fidgets, picking lint from his cardigan; Oscar smokes a cigar, talking trash.
They step up, and a change begins. The grand vista shakes them, the cool wind refreshes. The demand is thrilling: a diagonal carry across a valley to an inviting fairway. A studious Felix pauses: it reminds him of the 1st at Macrihanish, of playing well there and happier times. A measure of peace comes, and his 2 iron is struck well and true. Now the loutish Oscar jumps, driver in hand: he sees only a pitifully wide fairway, and a free ride. He blasts away, 30 and 40 yards longer, to the right edge of the fairway.
Oscar struts off with a nod to the members, proven right and strong; Felix’s shoulders slump, and head down he thinks of being bested once again, and of his failings. But wait! A surprise, and seeming act of fate: a meaning and a message for both. For Felix, a do-able approach shot, a short iron in his hand, a rare green light in his timid life. For Oscar, cruelty and unfairness, trapped behind a mound now with a blind approach awaiting, proof again that it’s not a man’s world, his strength and boldness mocked.
But the wind still blows here, and save for the wind there is much silence. Or it’s the vast space perhaps, but Oscar does not succumb this time to his anger and bitterness, nor Felix to a desire to be remade in one fell swoop or one perfect shot. Felix takes more club than necessary and swings easy and calm, and is on the green in two; and this almost brings a tear to his eye. Oscar nods a well done, and feels good for his friend; and now realizes that his strength has indeed served him well, as the hole is not a long one and he has but a wedge left in his hand. And he too strikes it true, over the mound and to a green that he cannot see, and it’s only Felix’s applause that tells him he is on.
And together the two friends walk to the green, each in their way and alone with their thoughts, to the birdie putts that await and to the mysteries and magic that lie ahead.
And so starts the story.
The opening hole at Ballyneal.
Peter
A little sappy, huh? Yeah: I see it as a made for television special sponsored by a greeting card company