Ludwig Boltzmann, who spent much of his life studying statistical mechanics, died in 1906, by his own hand. Paul Ehrenfest, carrying on his work, died similarly in 1933. Now it is our turn to study statistical mechanics.
Best non-fiction opening that sounds like a threat.
This one tops my list, probably followed by the opening to hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy.
Wait, I read this! Can’t remember the name of the book right now though.
Edit: Ok, I remember it from a screenshot in a thread about cheeky textbooks
Yeah, it’s an oldie.
Fun fact, Boltzmann hung himself while Ehrenfest shot his 15 year old son and then himself.
Fun fact,
You and I go to different parties
The building was on fire, and this time it was not my fault.
I absolutely love the opening of The Martian by Andy Weir
I’m pretty much fucked. That’s my considered opinion. Fucked. Six days into what should be one of the greatest two months of my life, and it’s turned into a nightmare. I don’t even know who’ll read this. I guess someone will find it eventually. Maybe a hundred years from now. For the record…I didn’t die on Sol 6. Certainly the rest of the crew thought I did, and I can’t blame them. Maybe there’ll be a day of national mourning for me, and my Wikipedia page will say, “Mark Watney is the only human being to have died on Mars.”
I can’t get into his writing. I like his stories, but his prose is always bubbling with this unearned enthusiasm that doesn’t let the reader actually feel what they want to feel about a situation (“this is so cool!” okay, I guess I should feel happy this…). Plus his characters are all essentially interchangeable with maybe one or two tacked on characteristics that desperately scream “look at me, I’m quirky!” You always have the impression that he’s just using his characters as props to accelerate the plot, and once they’re off the page they’re essentially waiting in stasis to be called back into action.
Contrast this style of writing to Ann Leckie’s SciFi writing, where characters are defined largely by their actions and spoken word is a luxury used to deliver cutting statements that give insights into the rich tapestry of culture, where you’re not even aware of their physical characteristics such as gender or number of limbs, because they ultimately do not matter and they let you the reader form your own idea and own opinion of the scene taking place in front of you.
He doesn’t hint at a wider world, he just outright states exactly what’s happening in any given scene, and I guess I just find that somewhat lazy/insulting
I just reread that and Project Hail Mary, because I finally read Artemis and needed more Andy Weir. That man tickles exactly the right part of my brain.
Now I’m onto the Bobiverse series and loving it.
I did that on a slightly different order, yes. But those are other books I’d recommend after reading the Martian.
It’s a bit different, but do you know the short story “The Egg” of Andy Weir?
No! I saw it listed somewhere but I didn’t read it. Is it good?
Very short and available online, so… Take 5 mins and see for yourself:
https://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
Kurzgesagt also made a short animation “movie” for it: https://youtu.be/h6fcK_fRYaI
That’s beautiful.
Ludwig Boltzmann, who spent much of his life studying statistical mechanics, died in 1906, by his own hand. Paul Ehrenfest, carrying on the work, died similarly in 1933. Now it is our turn to study statistical mechanics.
David Goodstein, in the opening of his Thermodynamics and Statistical Mechanics textbook “States of Matter.”
I think the hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy opener is my favorite, but a close second is Albert Camus’
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
“A spectre is haunting Europe, the spectre of communism”
It still gives nightmares to the people who deserve it :)
Speaking of Iain m banks, the paragraph about an outside context problem is one of my favourite openings he’s done. “An Outside Context Problem was the sort of thing most civilizations encountered just once, and which they tended to encounter rather in the same way a sentence encountered a full stop”
Here’s an obscure one from See you next Pluterday:
Sam was scratching desperately at the crumbling edge of the abyss. With fear he felt the cramp slowly, but surely, reaching his fingertips. He fell… And…To be quite honest, Sam was not hanging at all above an abyss. And there was no cramp at all in his fingertips. For miles around there wasn’t even a trace of an abyss at whose edge one could scratch in despair. But recently I met with a publisher who confided to me that in judging a manuscript he only glanced at the first sentence. He mustbe on tenterhooks by now.
I was going to post Neuromancer too, but everyone posted that.
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs, began to take hold.
Fear and loathing in las vegas
I just started reading “The giant squid” by Fabio Genovesi and I really loved the opening. I couldn’t find the official English translation, so here’s the original and my rough translation:
Del mare non sappiamo nulla. Nulla di nulla, eppure il mare è quasi tutto. All’inizio c’era solo lui, poi ha concesso un po’ di spazio secco e polveroso alla terraferma, e noi subito superbi a dire che il centro del mondo è New York o Pechino, come una volta Babilonia, Atene, Roma, Parigi… invece il centro del mondo è il mare.
We know nothing about the ocean. Nothing at all, and yet the ocean is almost everything. In the beginning there was only the ocean, then it gave a little space - dry and dusty - to the lands, and we immediately haughtily proclaimed that the center of the world is New York or Beijing, like we once did with Babylonia, Athens, Rome or Paris. But instead the center of the world is the ocean.
“The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.” Stephen King
The Hegemony Consul sat on the balcony of his ebony spaceship and played Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C-sharp Minor on an ancient but well-maintained Steinway while great, green, saurian things surged and bellowed in the swamps below.
One I’ve recently re-read. Not quite as catchy as some of the others here, but manages to capture the world and mood of the setting remarkably well in just one sentence.
“In a hole in a ground there lived a hobbit.” JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
Every single book (all fifteen of them!) in the WoT series starts the same exact way, and I respect the dedication to consistency.
My favorite opening lines that I didn’t see yet are:
Kafka’s “Metamorphosis”
“When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach in his bed”
Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina”
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
And, Gibson’s “Neuromancer”
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
