While prowling through the websites extolling the “Gospels According to the Agents,” I was overwhelmed by the extent of prejudice against the prologue. The hateful things said! I never had considered how offensive, how arduous a few opening pages might seem. I see the prologue in a far different light.
The prologue is a candlelit dinner with a strolling violinist. The prologue is a charmer, tastefully flirtatious. The prologue is the skill of a Geisha, not the curbside ministrations of a hot-pants hooker. The prologue is a little black dress by Givenchy. All these things and more the prologue should be.
The prologue is an entryway to the novel, a foyer of expectation, an area to check your coat and settle in, a cordial place.
A civilized device, the prologue. Let us not dispense too readily with civility.
(Disclaimer: This author has written a novel which does indeed contain the dreaded prologue.)
Causes Mara Buck Supports
Kennebec Valley Humane Society, Amnesty International