Here's mine from The Devil to Pay by Ellery Queen:
Hollywood, like the Land of Oz, possesses a quaint and fluty flavor: it is the place where tin Christmas trees suddenly sprout around lamp-posts in December under a ninety-degree sun, where restaurants take the shape of lighthouses and hats, ladies on Saturday nights stroll the boulevards in trousers and mink coats leading baby leopards on a leash, where morning newspapers cost five cents and evening newspapers two, and people wait in queues for unexhausting hours to witness other people pressing their hands into juicy cement.
{On the one hand, it would seem that Queen--30 years after L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables, has had just as little contact with the period as the turn-of-the century author. On the other, the tone of this is so exactly right--and it is such a relief to hear the familiar cadence of Dannay and Lee (the writing duo who produced most of the Queen stories). The last "Queen" novel I read was penned by someone else...and it showed.}
I love silence, but the golden kind not the dreaded one.
ReplyDeleteThose are the kinds of rambling opening sentences that I fall for every time.
ReplyDeleteI love visiting your blog, because you always inspire me to tackle yet another vintage mystery series. I haven't read an Ellery Queen book since high school.