From Margaret Atwood's MasterClass

The Door to Your Book: The Importance of the First Five Pages

From Melville to Dickens, Margaret shares some of her favorite opening lines and underscores the value of making your first five pages utterly compelling.

Topics include: The First Page Is a Gateway • Writing the Beginning of The Handmaid’s Tale

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From Melville to Dickens, Margaret shares some of her favorite opening lines and underscores the value of making your first five pages utterly compelling.

Topics include: The First Page Is a Gateway • Writing the Beginning of The Handmaid’s Tale

Margaret Atwood

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The single, shortest, best opening sentence of a novel in my opinion is "Moby Dick." And those three words are "call me Ishmael." So what's packed into those three words? His name isn't Ishmael. Why does he want you to call him that? You have to think about then who Ishmael is, who this character is representing himself as. Ishmael is an outcast. But he is an outcast who is favored by angels. Okay, so that's two things about Ishmael. Call me Ishmael. Who's he speaking to? He's speaking to the reader. He's speaking in the present tense so that we know whoever else goes down with the ship, it's not going to be him. He will survive the story, which he does. He's the only person who survives the story. We don't know that yet because we haven't read the book. But it's packed into those first three words. Another famous one is "A Tale of Two Cities." It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. You can't do better than that about any time. We can say that about our time as well. [MUSIC PLAYING] Let us do a thought experiment. You are a new writer, and you've actually finished your book. You finished it. You've edited it. You have found an agent. The agent has placed it with a publisher, and the publisher has published your book. So close your eyes and imagine the cover. That's the cover of your book. It has the killer title that you have given it. And you walk into a bookstore. This is real life. It's different from somebody telling you that you've got talent. Your book is actually in a store. It's right there. And now you're going to switch roles, and you're going to be a bookstore customer. You see this striking new book by somebody you've never heard of with an interesting title. And maybe there will be a little bookstore recommendation by one of the employees. I loved this, says Nancy. So you pick it up. What's the first thing you do? Well, if you're like everybody else, you turn to the inside front flap. And there will be an account of the book. So you read this enticing inside front flap, and then you turn to the first page. And if you cannot get that reader through the first page, they will never read the brilliant insights into life that are on page 75. So what you want on the first page is something that is going to beckon the reader in. The first page is a gateway. It's a door. It's a door into the book. There's a sort of pre-door, which is the cover, and then the secondary pre-door, which is the title page. But the real door is the first page of the book. And that's why the first page-- in fact, the first five pages-- have to be a good entryway into the book. Tell me more. This looks like a really interesting setup. Tell me more, but don't tell me too much more. And don't overload me with information in those first five page pages. Lead me through the doorway. And leave enough hooks there so that I will want to read on. So finding that moment, finding those first five pages-- it can...

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Called the “Prophet of Dystopia,” Margaret Atwood is one of the most influential literary voices of our generation. In her first-ever online writing class, the author of The Handmaid’s Tale teaches how she crafts compelling stories, from historical to speculative fiction, that remain timeless and relevant. Explore Margaret’s creative process for developing ideas into novels with strong structures and nuanced characters.

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A Learner

I like what she says in this lesson, it made me really think about what I wrote as my first few pages. If anyone has any critique, that would be fantastic: Vysyndir frowned in concentration. Sweat trickled down his slanting green eyebrows and dripped off of his sharp nose. His pointed ears had turned red. His grey eyes were stormy, the silver flecks glinting like bolts of Lyghtning. He held out one thin, pale hand. He was trembling with effort. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, a drop of water rose out of the beautiful purple flower in front of Vysyndir. The elf concentrated harder, clenching his fist. His nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t relax his fingers. He had worked too hard to stop now. He closed his eyes and pictured the flower in his mind’s eye. Every imperfection was included, and the textured side of each leaf detailed. Vysinder visualized plucking each petal, painstakingly pulling each one until all that was left was the long, green stem of the plant. He imagined the water coursing through the stem, making life possible. He imagined the water, the lifeblood of the plant, pouring out of the stem and pooling on the grass, but not soaking in like it would usually do. Kneeling, Vysyndir opened his eyes. The flower’s petals were still intact, but the plant had shriveled as its life force had been drained away. A bubble of water the size of Vysyndir’s fist floated only a foot away. Vysyndir’s frown deepened. He hated this exercise. His wish was for plants to thrive, to grow and produce shoots of green and purple and every other color imaginable. Death was not something that should happen to any plant, especially not in the middle of Spring, when the plant should be thriving. As an elf, Vysyndir believed that plants were immortal, in the sense that they wouldn’t die unless they were sick or killed. Immortality was not something that should be taken Lyghtly. Especially from something as good, as amazing and unique, as a plant. Of course, thorny plants and plants that made you scratch and scratch until your skin was mutilated and your fingernails were broken and bleeding were a different matter, at least in Vysyndir’s opinion. Those were the worst kinds of plants, with no true purpose but to make others suffer. Plants reminded Vysyndir of elves; long-lived, contrasting, and as many good as there were bad. Vysyndir placed his palm over the wrinkled, grey carcass of the flower and bowed his head solemnly. Then he reached out with one hand and gently caressed the ball of water. It bent under his touch, and a single droplet came away to sit on his index finger. Vysyndir lifted the droplet to examine, making it race around his finger before he flicked it back up into the liquid orb. He wasn’t done yet, little tricks with a droplet weren’t helping him. He needed something bigger, something that showed his control and strength. Something that would impress. Standing again, with one last regretful glance at the once-flower, Vysyndir beckoned to the ball. It came, bobbing up to meet him. At his command it stretched into a long, lithe snake, twirling around his arm and curling into arcane shapes. Vysyndir played with the snake for a moment, grabbing its tail and swinging it back and forth as it attempted to bite him, before returning it to its previous shape. Not now, he scolded himself. Right now you’re trying to impress, not have fun. This is important. He lifted his right hand, the one he used for doing magick, and held it high over his head. The ball rose higher, pressing itself against Vysyndir’s open palm. Vysyndir closed his eyes. The cool water felt good, taking the sweat and heat from his hot hand. He curled his hand into a fist, the water compressing obediently between his fingers, and tainted the water. The liquid turned black, a black Darker than the hide of The Drake, the first dragon, which had been an obsidian black color. The very property of the water seemed to change: instead of hanging in the air in a perfect ball it bulged and bloated, pushing away from Vysyndir’s palm and trying to escape from the grip of his mind. Vysyndir wouldn’t let it, holding it tight with his mental strength and squeezing it hard, forcing the Darke water to obey him. After a few more moments of struggling with the water, Vysyndir allowed it to return to its natural state and let it crash to the ground, splashing his bare feet and soaking into the grass. Lyght was the natural state of all things under the sun and Darke of all under the moon. They tended to balance each other naturally, as most things experienced both night and day and could only be changed from their in-between state by magick. Vysyndir turned to the judges. Three elves, all of whom had graduated from the highest level of the Dirstrine, studied him from their high seats. Each of them had a small slip of paper on which they would write their votes. They were going to vote on whether or not he should continue his magickal education and move on to go live in the college for magick, known by elves as the Dirstrine, the Enlyghtening. Vysyndir wasn’t confident of his chances of getting in. Only the top five magick students of each year got to go to Dirstrine, and, though his tutors always told him that he was talented, he wasn’t sure he believed them. They probably just told him that because his parents paid them double the usual tutoring wages.

Brian W.

LOL I'm glad she read her first draft to us because I couldn't read most of it.

Caetlin W.

The concept for this chapter is fairly simple and self-explanatory, but that doesn't mean it isn't necessary. Sometimes it is good to be reminded of the basics. I also found the assignment more enjoyable than I thought I would. I don't know how Ms. Atwood arrived at the number seven, but it was the perfect number of opening sentences to allow me to explore some interesting ideas. I created one for a current work in progress and six new ones that aren't associated with any of my other writings. I'm looking forward to using at least a few of those sentences for future works. It is sometimes hard to start a new piece, so I think these will give me some great jumping off points.

Marina F.

Margaret is brilliant, her teaching style really inspires us to go deep into our drafts and consider what motivate us. I'm going to think very carefully about my first five pages.

Cynthia H.

I love her teaching style! I had to take a break and wait till I had the funds to pay for an additional year - when my annual subscription had ended. These wonderful insights - and writer's secrets are what kept me in the game. I couldn't resist! Had to get back in this class! And look forward to taking more writing and creative courses! Thank you Masterclass.com!

STEVEN B.

Always entertaining to watch Margaret. Good to see an actual manuscript of a writer just for perspective. Perspective is just as valuable as information and inspiration.

Deb L.

She's telling us why the first five pages are important when the average person can guess that much. Put in hooks. Put in enough information to hook people. Don't put in too much information. It's a gateway. It's a doorway into the book. Repetitive. OMG

Giorgia D.

Great lesson. I'm a "visual" kind a person so, most of the time, it's the book's cover that captures my attention (except if I'm looking for a specific book, is an author that I already know or it's one of the classics!). Sadly, a well done book cover it's not enough to define a book great! If you are a new author (because everybody is), a compelling description of your story's plot on the back of your book, can be the key of your selling success. Reading "The Handmaid's Tale" first pages, there's prove of what Margaret says about the importance of the first five pages of the book. "We learned to whisper almost without sound. In the semi-darkness we could stretch out our arms, when the Aunts weren't looking, and touch each other's hands across space. We learned to lip-read, our heads flat on the beds, turned sideways, watching each other's mouths. In this way we exchanged names, from bed to bed: Alma. Janine. Dolores. Moira. June." What else can I say? I bought it!

marilee S.

Spot on to where I am with my book. Can't wait to get back to my writing. Maybe Margaret will give me a recommendation - wouldn't that be a hook.

Craig H.

I found this exercise the most challenging so far. I used my (almost finished) novel, and struggled to write seven different openings. I think I've become so attached to the existing one I balk at doing something different. My current opening was not my first writing, however, and Ms. Atwood's advice to not think of our first writing as our opening is well taken. I finished a first chapter and was well into the second when I threw the entire first chapter away and rewrote a new opening. That opening has since been tweaked several times. I think the fact that I've had it so long, and polished it so much, has made it seem like the only opening the book could have. But I did write seven - maybe not better openings, but different.