New Opening Pages: Tarquin Seebohm Jenkins

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Hi Everyone,

I thought I'd experiment with a different opening chapter to my Tarquin Jenkins time travelling opus. My current opener has introduced us to Tarquin already two years into his adventures and several beta readers commented on having been dropped into the middle of the story, rather than at the very beginning.

So, I started this at the beginning, when Tarquin first discovers from his weird uncle that time travel exists....

It is short, but as the opening two pages of a YA novel, would you want to read more?

TBO




The Adventures of Tarquin Seebohm Jenkins


The sleepy, Northamptonshire village of Steeple Snoring was not known for its bears. In fact, no one at the Post Office could recall ever seeing one, let alone twenty, walking down the High Street. That was, until this sunny morning.

“I see what I sees,” said Mrs. Harbinkle, crossing her ample chest with her arms and nodding sagely at the villagers around her.

“They’re here for a reason!” added her husband, looking warily through the Post Office’s casement window toward the bears last known position.

“Probably got lost coming in off the A43,” said the Postmaster, with a yawn. “You take the wrong turn by Bishop’s Rest and you’ll be down the High Street in no time.”

Standing in the queue, and listening avidly to the conversation was Tarquin Jenkins, a 13-year-old schoolboy. He knew bears. In fact, he was meeting two in the Enchanted Teapot that afternoon. “Perhaps there’s a circus in town,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Never!” Shrieked a small, rotund woman in a grey tweed suit, Tyrolean hat and brown brogues. Miss Hoploosely, spinster of the parish, and doyen of the lace-curtain brigade, had entered the Post office just as Tarquin finished speaking. “I’ll go to the Police,” she said, waving her Harrods umbrella, “we can’t have such things here!” Turning smartly on her heels she strode purposefully from the Post Office toward the Police Station. Tarquin quickly paid for his stamps and left.

Opening the door to the Enchanted Teapot, Tarquin walked in. It was empty, apart from two bears sitting drinking milkshakes through pink, bendy straws.

“Tarquin,” said a muffled voice, as one bear stood up and waved him over to their table. “Glad you could make it,” said the bear, offering a paw.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take off that silly costume Uncle Jules? Half the village is up in arms with your picnic,” said Tarquin, shaking the paw. “I’ll get myself a cup of tea."

Tarquin went to the counter and paid for a pot of Earl Grey tea. When he returned, the bears had removed their costume heads and two grinning, red faced, middle-aged men looked up at him.

“This is Jeremiah Cavendish,” said Jules, turning to the man next to him, sporting a huge, graying handlebar mustache. “Jeremiah is an old friend and runs the double lock on the canal.” Jeremiah nodded and Tarquin shook his paw, pulled up a chair and they all sat down.

“Okay Uncle, why did you want to see me?”

“Well, ever since your parents disappeared, Jeremiah and I have wanted to get you involved in our tour guiding business.”

“Wearing silly costumes and guiding tourists? Why on earth would I want to do that!”

“Your Uncle and me thought you lacked adventure,” said Jeremiah.

“And it would be a great experience during the summer,” added Jules.

“Oh, and dressing up as bears and going on picnics is adventurous!”

“Haven’t you wondered what really happened at the signing of the Magna Carta?” asked Jules.

“Or, the Declaration of Independence?” said Jeremiah.

“If I was that interested, I’d read it in a book.”

“Wouldn’t you rather witness it, first hand?” asked his Uncle.

“What? Go there and see it happening,” said Tarquin laughing. “Okay, what hair brained scheme are you working on now, I have homework to do.”

Across the table, the smiling faces turned stern and foreboding.

“What if,” continued Jules, “you could take people to Rome AD103 and watch a live chariot race?”

“Or, have a dinner with your favorite painter, that Mr. Manet?” said, Jeremiah.

Tarquin looked at them incredulously, “You’re actually, serious about this!”

“Deadly,” chorused the two bears.
 
There’s nothing wrong with it, and if it was anyone else I don’t think I make any comment, but for you I think it was a little flat having seen what you can do. It was fine up to the introduction of the bears in the tea shop, but then seemed to lose the nice bubbly feel a little. I also thought that after pulling a practical joke, why go to a tea shop, wouldn’t they be down the pub laughing it off? The conversation about time travel could be played with a bit more if they’d had a few – but opening a YA book with drunk characters could be a problem – maybe ignore the pub, but accept the gist of what I’m attempting to say, and saying it very badly! Anyway, for me the reason for the bear costumes didn’t seem to be explained, or at least in the section posted. It was also all a bit too easy for Tarquin, there was no feeling of family tension, more so as his parents have disappeared.

All small details that may not bother others, but what I think.
 
Well, I'm not a YA - I'm sure I was one, once, so my comments might be skewiff, take them with a pinch of salt. I'll edit/comment instead, and hope that helps.

The Adventures of Tarquin Seebohm Jenkins


The sleepy, Northamptonshire village of Steeple Snoring was not known for its bears. In fact, no one at the Post Office could recall ever seeing one, let alone twenty, walking down the High Street. That was, until this sunny morning.It's inferred pretty strongly that twenty bears walked down the High Street, so I'd consider leaving that last sentence out. And p'raps a mention that they're walking on their hind legs by someone*?

“I see what I sees,” said Mrs. Harbinkle, confirming it...crossing her ample chest with her arms and nodding sagely at the villagers around her.

“They’re here for a reason!” added her husband*(?), looking warily through the Post Office’s casement window toward the bears' last known position.

“Probably got lost coming in off the A43,” said the Postmaster, with a yawn. “You take the wrong turn by Bishop’s Rest and you’ll be down the High Street in no time.” Now the previous two are concerned, shocked even, but the Postmaster makes this (quite funny) comment. I wonder if it wouldn't be better if Tarquin made it? ie adult concern, childish acceptance and humour? And they all stare at the 'stupid boy'. Just a thought...

Standing in the queue, and listening avidly to the conversation was Tarquin Jenkins, a 13-year-old schoolboy. He knew bears. In fact, he was meeting two in the Enchanted Teapot that afternoon. I'd go with 'the tearooms' rather than the Enchanted teapot, because although it's true that's what it's called, it's laying it on a bit thick, trying to be 'quaint'. “Perhaps there’s a circus in town,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Never!” Shrieked a small, rotund woman in a grey tweed suit, Tyrolean hat and brown brogues. Miss Hoploosely, spinster of the parish, and doyen of the lace-curtain brigade, had entered the Post office just as Tarquin finished speaking. “I’ll go to the Police,” she said, waving her Harrods umbrella, “we can’t have such things here!” Turning smartly on her heels she strode purposefully from the Post Office toward the Police Station. Tarquin quickly paid for his stamps and left.

What did he do in the intervening time? You said he was meeting two 'that afternoon'. Maybe he was meeting them 'later'...?

Opening the door to the Enchanted Teapot, Tarquin walked in. When Tarquin entered the Enchanted Teapot It was empty, apart from two bears sitting drinking milkshakes through pink, bendy straws.

“Tarquin,” said a muffled voice, as one bear stood up and waved him over to their table. “Glad you could make it,” said the bear, offering a paw.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take off that silly costume Uncle Jules? Half the village is up in arms with your picnic,” said Tarquin, shaking the paw. “I’ll get myself a cup of tea."

Tarquin went to the counter and paid for a pot of Earl Grey tea. You said it was empty apart from two bears... When he returned, the bears had removed their costume heads and two grinning, red faced, middle-aged men looked up at him. so they're sitting...

“This is Jeremiah Cavendish,” said Jules, turning to the man next to him, sporting a huge, graying handlebar mustache. “Jeremiah is an old friend and runs the double lock on the canal.” Jeremiah nodded and Tarquin shook his paw, pulled up a chair and they all sat down. You didn't say the bears stood up...

“Okay Uncle, why did you want to see me?”

“Well, ever since your parents disappeared, Jeremiah and I have wanted to get you involved in our tour guiding business.” I agree with Bowler 1 about the family bit - either leave it out altogether and bleed it in later, or have Tarquin show some emotion... I'd go with 'Jeremiah and I wondered if you'd like to get involved in our tour-guiding business.'

“Wearing silly costumes and guiding tourists? Why on earth would I want to do that!”

“Your Uncle and me thought you lacked adventure,” said Jeremiah.

“And it would be a great experience during the summer,” added Jules.

“Oh, and dressing up as bears and going on picnics is adventurous!”

“Haven’t you wondered what really happened at the signing of the Magna Carta?” asked Jules. That's quite a jump, so I'd have Jules look round conspiratorially/suspiciously (or can the person behind the counter be trusted?) and say "Well, it could be more adventurous than you can possibly imagine' and wink. Then tarquin would say "really?" or summat, but his interest would be picqued and he'd say "such as?" and then go from the magna carta bit.

“Or, the Declaration of Independence?” said Jeremiah.

“If I was that interested, I’d read it in a book.”

“Wouldn’t you rather witness it, first hand?” asked his Uncle.

“What? Go there and see it happening,” said Tarquin laughing. “Okay, what hair brained scheme are you working on now, I have homework to do.” There are some question marks missing in there...

Across the table, the smiling faces turned stern and foreboding. Erm... not sure about this... Maybe they just exchange glances and Jermiah says: "See, told you he was too young for this sort of thing. Go and look in books, then" he adds with a sneer. which would annoy Tarquin, and make him stay.

“What if,” continued Jules, “you could take people to Rome AD103 and watch a live chariot race?”

“Or, have a dinner with your favorite painter, that Mr. Manet?” said, Jeremiah. How does he know that? He's only just been introduced...

Tarquin looked at them incredulously, “You’re actually, serious about this!”

“Deadly,” chorused the two bears.

Hope that helps...
 
Bowler, Boneman,

Many, many thanks. All valid points and I'll pop in the corrections.

Yes, i agree, it does go flat at the tea shop. So, let's crank it up with a tea shop full of bears! Tarquin will be invited to Rupert & Teddy's Party there.....They'll be Baloo and Bungle, singing their hearts out, Fozzy will be dancing with Paddington and Hoff, the Hoffmiester Bear will be chatting up the young assistant behind the counter.... Will post a revision when I am happy with it!

TBO
 
The sleepy, Northamptonshire village of Steeple Snoring was not known for its bears. In fact, no one at the Post Office could recall ever seeing one, let alone twenty, walking down the High Street. That was, until this sunny morning. I like the opening paragraph. A little bit of funny oddness always catches my attention. Loving the town's name, too. :D

“I see what I sees,” said Mrs. Harbinkle, crossing her ample chest with her arms and nodding sagely at the villagers around her.

“They’re here for a reason!” added her husband, looking warily through the Post Office’s casement window toward the bears last known position. Although these sentences after each character's dialogue work well for me, Mr. Harbinkle's here feels like it lasts a little too long to read smoothly. Maybe it's just me.

“Probably got lost coming in off the A43,” said the Postmaster, with a yawn. “You take the wrong turn by Bishop’s Rest and you’ll be down the High Street in no time.”

Standing in the queue, and listening avidly to the conversation was Tarquin Jenkins, a 13-year-old schoolboy. He knew bears. In fact, he was meeting two in the Enchanted Teapot that afternoon. “Perhaps there’s a circus in town,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Never!” Shrieked a small, rotund woman in a grey tweed suit, Tyrolean hat and brown brogues. Miss Hoploosely, spinster of the parish, and doyen of the lace-curtain brigade, had entered the Post office just as Tarquin finished speaking. “I’ll go to the Police,” she said, waving her Harrods umbrella, “we can’t have such things here!” Turning smartly on her heels she strode purposefully from the Post Office toward the Police Station. Tarquin quickly paid for his stamps and left.

Opening the door to the Enchanted Teapot, Tarquin walked in. It was empty, apart from two bears sitting drinking milkshakes through pink, bendy straws. Is the Enchanted Teapot a cafe? This story seems to me like a whimsical sort, so I'm ready to believe it could be anything! :p Might be helpful to elaborate a bit right here.

“Tarquin,” said a muffled voice, as one bear stood up and waved him over to their table. “Glad you could make it,” said the bear, offering a paw.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take off that silly costume (A comma here) Uncle Jules? Half the village is up in arms with your picnic,” said Tarquin, shaking the paw. “I’ll get myself a cup of tea."

Tarquin went to the counter and paid for a pot of Earl Grey tea. When he returned, the bears had removed their costume heads and two grinning, red faced, middle-aged men looked up at him.

“This is Jeremiah Cavendish,” said Jules, turning to the man next to him, sporting a huge, graying handlebar mustache. “Jeremiah is an old friend and runs the double lock on the canal.” Jeremiah nodded and Tarquin shook his paw, pulled up a chair and they all sat down.

“Okay (A comma here, too) Uncle, why did you want to see me?”

“Well, ever since your parents disappeared, Jeremiah and I have wanted to get you involved in our tour guiding business.”

“Wearing silly costumes and guiding tourists? Why on earth would I want to do that!”

“Your Uncle and me thought you lacked adventure,” said Jeremiah.

“And it would be a great experience during the summer,” added Jules.

“Oh, and dressing up as bears and going on picnics is adventurous!”

“Haven’t you wondered what really happened at the signing of the Magna Carta?” asked Jules.

“Or, the Declaration of Independence?” said Jeremiah.

“If I was that interested, I’d read it in a book.”

“Wouldn’t you rather witness it, first hand?” asked his Uncle. Good use of quick dialogue, I think. The dialogue earlier was broken up by bits of narrative, but as you were still setting the scene, it was fine. I think you've balanced the pacing well.

“What? Go there and see it happening,” said Tarquin laughing. “Okay, what hair brained scheme are you working on now, I have homework to do.” I might be wrong here, but Tarquin's dialogue doesn't seem as "youthful" as I'd expect it. He sounds almost as level-headed as an adult character could be, to me. I know he's 13, and thus wouldn't be utterly childish, but this just stood out to me. Maybe you've written him this way intentionally, maybe he just seems this way compared to the whimsical adults we've so far seen, or maybe I'm wrong and I just haven't read enough yet
to be sure.
:p

Across the table, the smiling faces turned stern and foreboding.

“What if,” continued Jules, “you could take people to Rome AD103 and watch a live chariot race?”

“Or, have a dinner with your favorite painter, that Mr. Manet?” said, Jeremiah.

Tarquin looked at them incredulously, “You’re actually, (the comma shouldn't be here, this time. If Tarquin is pausing, or sounding hesitant, then ellipsis (...) would do the trick.) serious about this!”






I'd read on. I thought it was funny, clever, and all-round interesting. The humour and style you've chosen would work well for a YA story, I think. :)
 
Hi Everyone

Hello TBO.

So, I started this at the beginning, when Tarquin first discovers from his weird uncle that time travel exists....

It is short, but as the opening two pages of a YA novel, would you want to read more?

Let's see. The answer is yes, I would read it and the only thing you need to make it proper is editing. Cutting out some of the description or replacing saidism with actions as those were the only flaws I spotted in my read.
 
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