Tarquin Jenkins & The Book of Dreams - Book Two. A New Character

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Hi everyone,

Back in 2016, I self published book one of a trilogy about a 15 year old time traveller trying his best to help solve the galaxies many problems. A lot of that book was a direct result of the critiques given on Chrons. I am writing book two and need to introduce a new character who has a very important part to play. This is his introduction. Any thoughts? Am I going to fast, would you prefer a description of him early on? it comes a little later than this piece.

Happy to have criticism and ideas, so please feel free.


Here you go;


Kent Sondaire sat with Francis Dashwood by the Medmenham Club bar, enjoying fine wine and the attention of several women, when Kent’s rotund collaborator, Tratchett Sprall signalled to him from across the room. Making his excuses, Kent left the bar and went to speak with Tratchett.

“The President, Cybele Rain is looking for you. Apparently she has a job offer,” whispered Tratchett, wiping sweat from his brow, concern etched across his pudgy, pink face.

“We best get going then,” said Kent. “I’ll meet you at the cloakroom.”

After explaining to Dashwood that he had been called away on urgent, Government business, and his initiation into the order’s inner circle would have to wait, he joined Tratchett at the cloakroom. Removing their monks habits, they took their coats and strode from the building. Running across the waterlogged lawn toward a line of outhouses, they left a line of holes where their boots broke through the sod.

“How I detest the dawn,” said Tratchett into his voice recorder, “the grass always looks like it’s been left out all night.”

Reaching the corner of the orangery, Kent stopped and looked warily around. Visibility was poor as the moon was behind a bank of cloud, and a fine mist of rain was in the humid air. Satisfied no one was watching, he opened the glass door and went inside. Pushing a sequence of buttons on an old TV remote control, 30 meters away, an orange Volkswagen camper van, circa 1970, materialized amongst the orange trees in the centre of the building. This was not his usual means of travel, but Kent had affectionately come to know it as the ‘Jaffa’. His usual means of space travel was in a DeLorean DMC-12 car, converted to a space ship, but it was stolen and crashed by joy riders on a visit to Earth in 1985. The Galactic Insurance Company were playing hardball and wouldn’t pay up, claiming it’s demise was an act of some God or other. He’d managed to get it off Earth, but it had been in a Mytherian repair shop ever since. Without space wheels, Kent had no choice but to rent a replacement, but being ‘between assignments,’ as so often he was, he was forced to borrow an old space ship from his cousin’s business, The Orange Paint Company. Parked amongst the citrus trees, the orange, retro Volkswagen camper van, emblazoned with the words, ‘To Boldly Go Where No Ones Painted Before’, written in gold down the side, was his. For now.

“Kent Sondaire, space gum shoe, and righteous upholder of the galactic code has left the building,” said Tratchett, breathlessly presenting a running commentary into his throat recorder as they moved through the Orangery toward the van. “Our super sleuth is embarking on another crusade to save the galaxies from the forces of evil!”

Kent pushed a button on the remote and the doors opened. Tratchett looked at Kent and smiled, "With my brains and your looks, we could go places." As they reached the camper van, a dog, part husky, part sneaky neighbours mutt, came rushing out of the van and launched itself at Kent, attaching itself to his leg, hugging and humping it with gleeful abandon the way dogs do.

“Laika, down girl!” whispered Kent, as loud as he dared while walking stiff legged to the camper van with the grinning dog clinging to, and vigorously humping his shin.

“What do you expect,” said Trent, shaking his head and grinning. “Ever since we rescued her from that tin can orbiting earth, she’s been saying thank you.”

“I know, but it’s embarrassing,” replied Kent, trying to shake the dog loose.

Tratchett jumped into the van as Kent carefully prized Laika off his leg, tucked her under his arm, and climbed inside. “So much bigger on the inside,” said Tratchett into his recorder. He wasn’t kidding. Once Inside, steps led down into a large, brightly lit circular room with four equally spaced doors. In the centre stood a raised platform with a bank of machinery, two huge screens set side by side, two large leather swivel seats, and a dog basket. Tratchett took the left hand seat. Putting Laika in the basket, Kent smiled as she found her toy, an orange haired, fat humanoid doll that would shout ‘bigly’ and ‘fake’ whenever you squeezed its stomach. She grabbed it with her front paws and humped it mercilessly. Taking the right seat, Kent hit a button on the console and a half metre tall, officious looking holographic figure of a bald man in a dark suit appeared in front of them.

“Good morning Mr Sondaire. Your mission Kent, should you decide to accept it, is to locate two missing historical Earth figures, Leonardo da Vinci and Michel de Nostradame. They are accused of stealing a sedan chair and an amulet that the Federation require. They have been located in Elizabethan England. Further information, including biographies and historical notes pertaining to the mission have been uploaded to your spacecraft. As always, should you or Mr Sprall be caught or killed, the President will disavow any knowledge of your actions. Good luck. This hologram will erase itself in five seconds.”

Kent opened the attached, mission-briefing file. A concise history of Elizabethan England, and several pictures appeared on the screen. Tratchett checked the planet, year, location and time, then searched for a wormhole. Rather dramatically, the holographic figure exploded in a slow motion dance across the console.

Ignoring it, Tratchett started speaking. “To save the world, our intrepid super sleuth and his much sought after biographer, Tratchett Thadious, Meryweather, Sprall, are going back to the future!” he roared, pumping his stubby little arms in the air. He turned excitedly to Kent. “This reminds me of the time me and ‘Winst’ wrote that famous speech…Never, in the fields of—aaahhhhhh!” Kent pulled the flight controller wheel toward him, and floored the accelerator. Tratchett’s shrill voice, like the agonizing squeal of a parakeet caught in a speeding mouse wheel, matched the roar of the engine as they disappeared in a cloud of steam and rain from 18th CE England.

Fifteen minutes into their journey, they reached the end of the wormhole they were travelling down and excited somewhere over the Mediterranean. They had a 30 minute wait until the next wormhole opened.

As they floated, cloaked above the sea, Kent turned to Tratchett. “You realize we’re going back into the past, not the future?”

“Semantics,” laughed the little man. “Past, future, it’s all the same,” he continued, before opening his voice recorder.

“The old sloop passed Black Rock Beacon, its navigation lights flickered on the still water…”

“What?” Queried Kent, as he checked again, the timing of the opening of the wormhole that would take them on their journey. Tratchett looked up.

“What, what?”

“What were you reading?” Tratchett’s bemused face creased and he grinned.

“It’s the opening paragraph to your autobiography.”

“We’ve never been on a sloop, have we?’

“Of course not, it’s poetic license. Every book needs a strong beginning that captures the imagination and pulls the reader in.”

“I will get to see the draft?’ asked Kent. Tratchett turned toward Kent and smiled,

“Of course you will.”

* * *

Kenilworth Castle, Leicestershire, England, 1579, popped up on the console screen.

“We’ve arrived. Where should we park and cloak?”

Kent surveyed the buildings and fields below the ship. “There’s a couple of buildings across from the castle, we’ll land and cloak there. We’ll need to generate some period clothing before we look around.”

“Onto it,” said Tratchett, jumping from his seat and running to the clothing generator at the rear of the ship. Several minutes passed before the console began flashing.

“Houston, we have a problem!” Shouted Kent, as Laika barked at a line of different coloured lights lit up the console. Tratchett rushed back, his arms full of clothes. “What’s the problem?” He asked, throwing the clothes onto a chair.

“We’re not alone,” said Kent pointing at the screen above the console.

Looking not dissimilar to a 1970s space invaders game, a line of four space ships moved down and across the monitor. Several different sized and coloured ships appeared and disappeared as they watched.

“It appears half the galaxy is here,” said Trent, gawping at the screen and muzzling Laika’s growling.

“That angular red ship, it’s a Griddleback Hawk, isn’t it?” said Tratchett, his voice trembling. Kent punched some buttons on the console then sat back, open mouthed. The ships identification transponder flashed up on the screen.

“Admiral Kreien Vythrax III. What the blue blazes is he doing here!” Kent exclaimed, just as the ship cloaked and disappeared. He released Laika onto the floor and sat looking at the place the Griddleback ship had been. ”You saw it, didn’t you Tratchett?”
 
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Just a couple of thoughts in first reading this and having reactions.
The first paragraph seems irrelevant and becomes further irrelevant as the character dismisses Dashwood and all reasons for being there when he has a paying job offered.
You might consider striking it or making it work for you by first building up the reason and a relevant importance to his immediate purpose and then dash it all by introducing the paying job(it is a paying job-or what in the world is he running off for).

This running commentary from Tratchett-- is annoying and seems irrelevant until three quarters the the way into the piece.
It's almost as if you want to surprise the reader with what it is he is doing and that just makes it worse for me. Maybe some closeness to Kent and his own thoughts and feelings on Tratchett's prattling might inform the reader better--I don't see any point in delaying the readers understanding on this.

There really doesn't seem to be much happening in this piece beyond the infodump of world building and 'technology and science'. I think it you were closer to the character and showed some of the thoughts and feelings about the importance of what he was waiting to do in the first paragraph and then shifting into the importance of the paying job over duty and obligation then you might be able to use that bit of character development to hide the upcoming info-dump.

Dazzle the reader with a striking introduction to the character in between all the description of science and setting. That might make them more inclined to want to see more of this character.
 
It's not quite grabbing me. Part of that is probably a genre thing, but I think there are some things you could do to improve this in general.

First, grammar is a little off in a slightly jarring way. To pick one example:

"After explaining to Dashwood that he had been called away on urgent, Government business, and his initiation into the order’s inner circle would have to wait, he joined Tratchett at the cloakroom. Removing their monks habits, they took their coats and strode from the building. "

I think the first comma is superfluous, there should probably be a 'that' in between "and" & "his initiation", and monks habits should have a possessive s. Cleaning these little details up will make it a smoother read.


I too found the first paragraph somewhat irrelevant for the exact same reasons Tinkerdan did.

I also wanted to hear some of Sondaire's thoughts and emotions, particularly when Tratchett is rattling away into his voice recorder. Is he amused by it? Annoyed by it? Puzzled by it? I feel like I know very little of Kent Sondaire after getting introduced to him.

I also know very little of why it matters. I don't think any particular sense of there being high stakes or there being something on the line comes through; its just another job, it seems. And that is a big part of what's not grabbing me. If I knew who Kent was, and I knew why doing this sort of thing mattered to him, I'd be a lot more interested.
 
Clearly a comedy, and the writing style reflected that. It's a somewhat amusing read at least, if not a little bit too silly at some points -- like the running commentary. You appear to be comfortable with the world and technologies used, which makes sense considering its a sequel... The whole talk about the autobiography makes it obvious to the reader that you're trying to be clever with the info-dumping. I just ended up rolling my eyes at it... Add some more depth to Kent, he needs it...

It's hard to say about the beginning, because I don't know what came before this excerpt, and that might change my opinion but I'm wondering why not start from his approach to the vehicle? The "he has a job offer" can be quickly slipped in later. I don't think you need to take up the reader's time by creating a whole scene for it. We don't really need to know where he is going until he gets there.

I found the dog humping bit was given too much attention. Was it supposed to be funny? I didn't like reading about it...

Also, is this supposed to be a spoof? I noticed the inspiration you've taken from fellow time travel stories: The DeLorean (Back to the Future), and the bigger on the inside (Doctor Who) -- which was much more obvious and I'm not sure how people would react to that. Some would cry blatant rip off. Then there is also the mission impossible reference "should you choose to accept it." If it is supposed to be a spoof, then those references are fine, I guess?

YA Fantasy? That's the impression I get from reading it, so I'm probably biased against it -- not being the target audience and all... the style of comedy would definitely suit younger readers more than I.
 
Yes YA fantasy, with a few 'older' jokes thrown in.

I reference many science fiction tv and films.

Thank you for taking the time to look and make suggestions.

The Bloated One
 
I agree with the others that the first paragraph is unnecessary. I also found some of the pop culture references to be a little too on-the-nose. I think it would be better if they were more subtle and more spaced out so that it's not one obvious reference after another in quick succession. Of course, that could just be a personal preference. I also found a few other things to be off:
Running across the waterlogged lawn toward a line of outhouses, they left a line of holes where their boots broke through the sod.
The use of "a line of outhouses" and "a line of holes" in the same sentence makes for an awkward read. I'd strike "a line of" before "holes."
“What do you expect,” said Trent, shaking his head and grinning.
Trent?
“What were you reading?” Tratchett’s bemused face creased and he grinned.
Putting Tratchett's reaction on the same line as Kent's dialog makes it seem like Tratchett is the one saying it.
“It’s the opening paragraph to your autobiography.”
It's not an autobiography if someone else is writing it.
Tratchett Thadious, Meryweather, Sprall
There are a lot of unnecessary commas throughout the excerpt.

The premise of the story seems humorous and fun, and there are a few moments that genuinely made me laugh. I could definitely see the YA crowd liking it. It just needs a little more polishing.
 
Thanks OHB, all good points and thanks for pointing them out.

The 'autobiography' mistake was deliberate - plausible deniability. Tratchet is an obsequious toad, and is far better educated than Kent. He would only put his name to something if it he thought it would benefit him. So, for now, he calls it Kent's autobiography.

I am sure you Googled the Medmenham Club. It's there to ut the two characters in a historical place and time, from which they will travel to Elizabethan England in their time machine. I'll look to integrate it better into the narrative, but I try to treat my readers with respect, and if they are willing to research certain things they will find some interesting historical situations.

Thanks again!

The Bloated One.
 
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