Titles are great. I
enjoy coming up with them. But the ones
I come up with, I’m not always entirely happy with. That’s why it takes me forever and a day to
settle on one. It took me two years to come with a title for
my novel that’s going to be published here in the next few months. I’m still thinking and tinkering with a title
for a novel I finished almost eight years ago.
And that’s why I admire what I feel are such good titles. In a few carefully chosen words, a good title
can encapsulate a theme or message or point of a story and catch a person’s
interest in the process. Whether the
title came from agonizing hours, days, months, or years of thought, or just
dropped into the writer’s lap like a gift from Heaven, a good title is, well,
just that—good.
I had a professor once that told us students that the Bible
and Shakespeare’s works are great places to find titles. And she wasn’t kidding. The poetic writing in each work lends itself
to many meaningful phrases ideal for titles.
My husband tells me to look for phrases in my own works to find that
long search-for title. But alas, as good
as these ideas are, I’ve had no luck.
And when I do try to come up with a meaningful phrase for a title on my
own it usually ends up sounding like a bad Lifetime movie.
I used to be a fan of one-word titles. One of my stories in my graduate thesis, “Eclipse”
(yes, this was long before the wretched Twilight)
focused on a young girl married to a pompous older man who refused to come to
her church choir solo in favor of watching an eclipse. I meant it to capture not only the event mentioned
in the story but also the symbolism of how the girl’s husband stands in her
way, yet is still unable to completely shut out the rays of her beauty, much how
the moon is unable to completely shut out the sun’s rays during an
eclipse. I must tell you, it was easy
coming up with that title, probably because I came up with it as I was writing
the story. And it seemed good at the
time but the more I thought about it, the more . . . clichéd it became. It was too short, too trivial or
something. Yes, it captured the message
to an extent but in a very obvious way.
I needed something deeper, something more. In short, I needed a better title, one that
captured what the story was about in a few carefully chosen words.
And that’s something that takes effort. Worthwhile effort.
I’m always seeing titles here and there that I admire,
titles I wonder about how long it took the author to come up with. And as I write and think about this next
story, there are more than a few I turn over in my mind.
Into the Darkest
Corner by Elizabeth Haynes—a fascinating story of how a woman has to move
into the darkest corner of her mind to learn how to get out of a brutally
violent relationship from which there seems no escape. Not only is the title intriguing but the
story is as well. It’s one I’m going to
revisit on my blog again soon.
Just after Sunset
by Stephen King—I love titles that describe a time of day, and this one is a
lovely time of day that conjures lovely images even if the story doesn’t. It’s also a time of day that is dark, just
like many of King’s stories.
House of Sand and Fog
by Andre Dubus III—This one is a prime example of how the Bible lends wonderful
titles. The story centers on a woman
whose house was wrongfully taken by the county and the man who innocently bought
it and their ultimately tragic battle to each keep the home.
The General’s Daughter—Okay,
so this wasn’t the greatest film, but I love titles that are a person’s
description (not name, mind you). This
title character’s death provokes the plot, and it shows her importance.
East of Eden by
John Steinbeck—Like titles describing people or times of day, I love place
titles, too. Here, Steinbeck uses a
beautiful place, but right away lets readers know that this is not the exact
setting of his story. It is east of
it. Or is it? How far east? Is this even the setting? All of this makes
it interesting to me.
A Game of Thrones
by George R.R. Martin—This title invokes wonder of royalty and power and the
gaining of both being a game that one plays.
What kind of game, and at what cost?
And what exactly does one win if he/she wins the game? What does one
lose?
The Heart is a Lonely
Hunter by Carson McCullers—Loneliness is a powerful emotion, and describing
the heart, an organ long synonymous with love, as a lonely hunter, well, that just
grabs me right away!
So, are there any titles that have grabbed you and didn’t
let go? I’d love to hear them. I’m open
to films and songs as well as books!
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