Over the years I've read quite a few people say they tend to avoid first-person, or present tense, or the unholy combination of the two. I wrote a novel in first-present a while back and am now hoping to do something with it, and it occurred to me that it would be easy to convert it to third-past and still keep most of the voice.
The question is, is there any benefit? Below is a (condensed) section, in the original form and then converted. Regardless of whether it makes a huge amount of sense out of context, does anyone find a marked difference in feel between the two? Would anyone shun the first, but not the second, and if so, why?
First-present:
Mum said no gawping at the Crazies, but she won’t know. The cart’s near the East Street entrance, same as ever. I hang a few metres back. No point drawing their attention.
‘It’s all in the sky!’ A woman’s shouting, blood wet on her forehead. ‘Emptiness forever! An endless nothing! And you think it’s different down here, you think keeping your eyes down will help? We’re all as empty and dead as the sky. All of us!’
She glares around. Her eyes tangle with mine. Here we go.
‘Him!’ A finger stabs at me. ‘Why are you just standing there?’ she screams at the guards. ‘You’ve got spears! Kill him!’
Another joins in — ‘Get him! Kill him!’ — and now all the Crazies are shouting for my death, even the old guy, blood-masked faces twisted, eyes uncalmed and raging white. Gets me shaking, like it always does. Me and death, and only cage-bars between.
Third-past:
His mum had said no gawping at the Crazies, but she wouldn’t know. The cart was near the East Street entrance, same as ever. He hung a few metres back. No point drawing their attention.
‘It’s all in the sky!’ a woman was shouting, blood wet on her forehead. ‘Emptiness forever! An endless nothing! And you think it’s different down here, you think keeping your eyes down will help? We’re all as empty and dead as the sky. All of us!’
She glared around. Her eyes tangled with Yuri’s. Here we go.
‘Him!’ A finger stabbed at him. ‘Why are you just standing there?’ she screamed at the guards. ‘You’ve got spears! Kill him!’
Another joined in — ‘Get him! Kill him!’ — and now all the Crazies were shouting for his death, even the old guy, blood-masked faces twisted, eyes uncalmed and raging white. Got him shaking, like it always did. Him and death, and only cage-bars between.
The question is, is there any benefit? Below is a (condensed) section, in the original form and then converted. Regardless of whether it makes a huge amount of sense out of context, does anyone find a marked difference in feel between the two? Would anyone shun the first, but not the second, and if so, why?
First-present:
Mum said no gawping at the Crazies, but she won’t know. The cart’s near the East Street entrance, same as ever. I hang a few metres back. No point drawing their attention.
‘It’s all in the sky!’ A woman’s shouting, blood wet on her forehead. ‘Emptiness forever! An endless nothing! And you think it’s different down here, you think keeping your eyes down will help? We’re all as empty and dead as the sky. All of us!’
She glares around. Her eyes tangle with mine. Here we go.
‘Him!’ A finger stabs at me. ‘Why are you just standing there?’ she screams at the guards. ‘You’ve got spears! Kill him!’
Another joins in — ‘Get him! Kill him!’ — and now all the Crazies are shouting for my death, even the old guy, blood-masked faces twisted, eyes uncalmed and raging white. Gets me shaking, like it always does. Me and death, and only cage-bars between.
Third-past:
His mum had said no gawping at the Crazies, but she wouldn’t know. The cart was near the East Street entrance, same as ever. He hung a few metres back. No point drawing their attention.
‘It’s all in the sky!’ a woman was shouting, blood wet on her forehead. ‘Emptiness forever! An endless nothing! And you think it’s different down here, you think keeping your eyes down will help? We’re all as empty and dead as the sky. All of us!’
She glared around. Her eyes tangled with Yuri’s. Here we go.
‘Him!’ A finger stabbed at him. ‘Why are you just standing there?’ she screamed at the guards. ‘You’ve got spears! Kill him!’
Another joined in — ‘Get him! Kill him!’ — and now all the Crazies were shouting for his death, even the old guy, blood-masked faces twisted, eyes uncalmed and raging white. Got him shaking, like it always did. Him and death, and only cage-bars between.