How to Amost Use Dialect in Fiction

A (Good?) Example From the Master

What’s the big deal about using dialect in fiction? Let’s look at an example from the all-time master of dialect, Mark Twain:

“Say, Jim, I’ll fetch the water if you’ll whitewash some.”

Jim shook his head and said, “Can’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an’ git dis water an’ not stop foolin’ roun’ wid anybody. She say she spec’ Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an’ so she tole me go ’long an’ ’tend to my own business—she ’lowed she’d ’tend to de whitewashin’.”

“Oh, never you mind what she said, Jim. That’s the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket—I won’t be gone only a minute. She won’t ever know.”

“Oh, I dasn’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis she’d take an’ tar de head off’n me. ’Deed she would.”
—The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

At the time (1876) many readers were familiar with the two related dialects spoken by Tom and Jim and appreciated the faithfulness of Twain’s rendition. If you’d grown up in the same town, you’d have talked like one of them yourself.

It sounds overwrought to the modern American ear, though, and some of it doesn’t connect with our experience. For example, I look at “gwine,” wonder how I’m really supposed to hear it, give up, and change it in my mind’s ear to “gonna.”

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How to Start a Story

How do you write the first few paragraphs of a story so the reader doesn’t stop reading immediately? Any way you like, but I’ll tell you my way.

I’m going to to assume you already know what happens in your first scene, and it’s a matter of opening it to best effect.

You need two things:

  1. Workmanlike construction.
  2. Something, anything, that makes them want to keep reading (a hook).

Today I’ll talk about workmanlike construction. All I’m going to say about hooking the reader is that, for many readers, it’s like speed dating. They won’t give you the benefit of the doubt for a whole chapter; not even close.

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Silver Buckshot: Magic, Mystery, and a Most Aggravating Boyfriend

My banter-packed novel, Silver Buckshot: Magic, Mystery, and a Most Aggravating Boyfriend, is available for your reading pleasure. Read the first chapter here. Description Thirteen-year-old Princess Flavia has endured a lot recently. Polio crippled her legs and killed her mother, her father is sunk in grief, and her servants veer between negligence and cruelty. She … Read more

Silver Buckshot, Chapter 1

Chapter 1. First Handshake

I met Frank just minutes before the first attempt upon my life.

It was a beautiful June day in 1972. I was sitting at my favorite table in the palace library, reading. As usual, I had the library to myself. My servants were supposed to be with me, but they knew I never tattled and took full advantage.

The hush was shattered when a boy walked in, whistling. He caught sight of me and approached, revealing that he could whistle and smirk at the same time. When he reached my table, he fell silent and stood smiling at me. It was a good smile, much better than the smirk. It invited me to smile back, which I didn’t, of course.

He was a handsome boy of about fourteen, a year older than myself. He was tall for his age, with a haircut from the California side of the gateway. This being the palace, he wore a good suit, a fashionable brown one, also from the California side. He had loosened his tie and undone the top button of his shirt, which would earn him a scolding from any adults who noticed.

I liked him at once, which annoyed me. I don’t get along with my fellow children. His likability made me self-conscious in spite of my beautiful blue dress, for I was pale and thin where he was tan and fit. I envied his dark blond hair and light green eyes. Mine are dark brown and dark brown, respectively.

I gave him a cold stare. “This is a library, you know.”

He looked around in pretended astonishment, so I added, “You can tell by the books? At least, I hope you can.”

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