The Hook....

"God damn it!"

She was vaguely aware of the man's voice up ahead, but most of her attention was focused on the what she was hearing. The new black pledges to Omega Psi Phi, brands burned into their forearms, marched by, chanting "Omega Psi Phi gonna make it some day. "Smoke on the Water" poured out from one dorm, blending into "Long Train Running" and "Crocodile Rock" and the distinctive swish ker-ching of the opening chords of "Money" by Pink Floyd blasting from speakers placed in the windows of another. It was wonderful to hear something besides the Hum. Buzz. Snap! of the faulty fluorescent light in the music department office where she'd been cooped up inside all morning.

The opening paragraphs of Rainforest Encounter, my entry for an earlier Earth Day contest. I was chastised for taking the name of the Lord in vain for this one, something along the line of "can't I read porn without someone violating of of the ten commandments..."
 
I was chastised for taking the name of the Lord in vain for this one, something along the line of "can't I read porn without someone violating of of the ten commandments..."

Plenty of people, even quite nice people who go to church, want erotica with straight up sex, or particular kinks addressed, without someone cheating on someone, killing or stealing something. While the Lord's name thing has become an unfashionable commandment in many circles (heck, these days they mostly all are, but still) I generally cater to people who want their sexuality intense, even dark, without a constant litany of stuff people find pointlessly offensive. It's also an interesting challenge to write without damning anything.

I agree the complaint is a little odd though. If I ran across an author hell-bent on breaking rules that made me uncomfortable, I'd quietly pack up and move on. Complaining about word choices to an author seems especially pointless. If someone's not offended by a word choice, it's unlikely they'll care if you are.
 
I think a hook should be two or three sentences, but given what's posted I'll offer this.

Harlow climbed the sandstone ledge and used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She surveyed a vast expanse of barely vegetated rock and sand, bound only by distant blue mountains shimmering on the horizon. It wasn't noon yet, but already the heat had spawned dust devils that danced on the ground and towered into the blue sky.

I stopped the rock drill and took my hat off to wipe away the sweat hanging on my eyebrows and on the tip of my nose, and I watched her. Dana Harlow was long and tan; she was a perfect, sinewy desert rat with sun-bleached hair that just fit into a short pony tail.

From "Sex and Dinosaurs."
 
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‘You make your own luck, kid. Just remember that.’

It was the Ides of March, 1954. Not that I knew that at the time. It was only later that I came to realise the significance of the date.

We were driving south on the main road out of town. The boys had put the body in the back seat. To anybody seeing us pass by in the semi-darkness, it would probably have looked like someone asleep with their head up against the rear quarterlight. I’m pretty sure that’s how Mr McKenzie was hoping that it would look.

- From a (non-erotic) short story collection that I'm currently working on. :)
 
Dorothy Uhnak wrote the best hooks. Her hook for LAW AND ORDER fills a fat chapter with shocking, offensive scenes that launch with anti-Semitic insults and end end with a bloodbath that showcases NYPD culture in the Depression. Uts all raw and horrible. Uhnak was a former detective with a belly fulla New York City. She was a Jewish girl, too. But her hooks are perfect samples of whats in the book. What a hook should do.
 
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