On the seventh day, Wingy by Andrew Stancek
God may have rested on the seventh day, but Andrew Stancek certainly has not. With this simple paragraph, he launches a bold challenge to suspend disbelief, let go of narrative expectation, and embrace what appears to be an epistolary science fiction tale. Meet Adam Zajac, an ordinary man dedicated to learning one extraordinary skill. The entire chapter is character background, really, barely a hint of plot.
And yet it works very well.
Maybe no one will ever read this. I’m not writing for a learned journal or for the popular press, only for me… If you know the story, move on, skip a part or two. But I just may surprise you. Even if you think you know, something may startle. Hold onto your seats and enjoy the ride.
How’s that for chutzpah? I won’t be skipping any parts, not after an opening as strong as this one. What do you think of this technique?