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“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
–Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)
You may be wondering what Bulwer-Lytton has to do with making the perfect cheesecake, and I would say absolutely nothing. Once more I am submitting an exercise that many people have blogs dedicated to. The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is sponsored by San Jose State University in San Jose, California. The goal is to compose an opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels. Bulwer-Lytton, poet, playwright, politician, and novelist, inspired this event with the first seven words in the opening of his novel, Paul Clifford.
“It was a dark and stormy night” was an opening I had heard around a campfire as a youth. The joke was that we would add to this saying with “It was a dark and stormy night, the thieves sat around the fire and one of them said Captain, Captain, tell me a story, and this is the story.” Literally, that was it. When you asked what the story was the opening was repeated. Needless to say some of us took a little longer to catch on to the joke. Hey, it took me thirty years to appreciate the bigger picture of a campfire jest.
My attempts at a Bulwer-Lytton terrible openings for an imaginary novel are as follows:
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess whose ruby-red lips glistened, and golden tresses swayed gently in the silent breeze, giving her confidence that her brand of hairspray would hold those locks in perfect formation when some idiot decided to use her hair as a climbing rope to the balcony.
The majestic colours of the sunrise reflected with pristine clarity off the brilliant blue glacier fed lake causing all who saw it to gasp with wonder and awe, and have an overwhelming sense of reverence in the presence of such glorious splendour.
Well this exercise came a little too easy which suggests Edward isn’t the only one who is a tad too wordy.





