Today I learned how sensitive I am to compounded implausibilities.
What I gleaned about the story: After some kind of plague wiped out almost everybody, a young girl finds herself alone in the city. With zombie-type survivors. But at least she can still chat with her BFF by cell.
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Analysis: Declarative sentence. Declarative sentence. Declarative sentence. It doesn’t bother me in any one small section, but over time, it becomes increasingly distracting. This happened. That happened. Things happened. Not just in this book, but any time I encounter this problem, the recurrence creates a sort of trudging rhythm in my head, as if the narrator is bored and simply ticking off the events from a check list. I know that’s not what’s happening, but it’s the feeling I get, like the relentless drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet in another room. No one drip is a problem, but the pattern is enough to irritate and distract, once you’ve spotted it. And I did, so immersion broke.
Analysis: For a while, i was able to dismiss the repeating sentence structure issue and keep reading, but then it combined with a repeating head word. She went here. She went there. She did something. She did some other things. And immersion broke again.
Analysis: The plague was said to be 98% fatal, so there should be about 2 survivors out of every 100. And that’s assuming everybody was exposed. But Lizzie walks through several neighborhoods, presumably housing a combined population of several thousand, and only sees one other person. Yet somehow, there are enough people who survived elsewhere in town that the Internet, cell phone, and electric power are all still functioning. The survivor she sees wasn’t even a full survivor, but some quasi-zombie. So out of all those people, it’s just her. (Except for the unseen utilities people.) Then she meets another person who is lucid, but he only survives long enough to give her some important advice. Then he too dies.
And yet, with what appears to be a 99.9999% successful plague (still not counting techies), Lizzie has managed to make only one other human contact: her BFF. By cell phone. Who now lives on the other side of the country. The only way for this to be plausible would be for Lizzie and her friend to share some common experience or background which explains why they are both immune. But if that is the case, it needs to be at least hinted at. Otherwise it feels like an entirely contrived coincidence.
For many readers, these implausibilities will be fine. But for me, well, I’m a scientist and a mathematician by training. When extremely unlikely events start holding hands and occurring in groups, I get twitchy. And when I start fuming about the mathematics of probability, I have to concede that immersion has been broken.
As with most of your feedback, this one is plausible and relate-able. I find the things that bother you tend to bother me. Also reading this helps me write better – sort of blatant reminders. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Well, darn! I hoped to make it to 40. Thanks for the attempt. Could you tell me how many pages you read? It will help me in terms of focus.
I will definitely take a look at those two technical writing points. Unfortunately, I think I do address the story logic/scientific points as the story goes on, but I’ll have to think about how to integrate such things in the next book.
Thanks, Mr. Smith.
Sincerely,
Rob
I was near the end of Chapter 4 when I hit my third WTF.
Thanks. That helps as I work on the next book and a novella.
Rob