An academic writer/editor blogger often posts “peeves” about writers’ faux pas that she encounters during her day job. She posted one about the use of the verb, “to notice.” She advocated not using it, unless the situation is one of newly developed awareness of something that’s been there a while, and suggested sticking to the verb, “to see.”
Since one of the themes in Irish Firebrands happens to be awareness and the lack thereof, I checked my e-book edition, and discovered that characters “noticed” things (83 times) even more frequently than they smelled things (61 times). This makes sense, since the main characters in Irish Firebrands seem to be badly blinkered beings.
Here are the 27 things they “noticed” in the first 11 chapters. Which ones do you think would have been better expressed as “see,” “saw,” or “seen?”
- The man behind the counter noticed her doubts.
- She’d noticed that thatched roofs were rare; most Irish houses were roofed in utilitarian tile or slate.
- Indeed, not one in the milling multitude in the meeting area beyond the barricade noticed that the face behind the bifocals matched the one on the television.
- He paused beside a tree to strike a match on the bark and light his pipe, then he noticed a basket standing nearby that was nearly full of apples in every stage of decay.
- When she peered round the door jamb, he noticed that, despite the faint lines at the corners of her eyes and the silver threads scattered in her dark hair, her cheeks were smooth and her throat was rounded.
- Examining the window, Dillon ran his fingers over some new dents in the wooden sill, and he noticed that small splinters had been broken from the edge of the sash.
- Now he noticed that not only had water run off her mackintosh into a puddle on the floor, but also her wet hair was plastered to her head.
- Then she noticed a narrow display cabinet, wedged between the near end of the desk and a bookcase.
- Now Lana noticed that Dillon’s musical voice no longer accompanied her thoughts, and she turned to look at him.
- I was more nervous than I thought I was, yesterday, not to notice those eyes!
- Dillon showed dimples that she hadn’t noticed before, either.
- Frank noticed her enjoyment.
- But what did seem odd, was that he hadn’t noticed the woman sitting with the musicians until she moved to Lana’s side.
- She followed him to the car, where she noticed dents and scratches on the rear quarter panel and a shattered tail light.
- The glances exchanged by the other students indicated they noticed it, too.
- Had a coal escaped from the firebox unnoticed?
- She possessed this titbit of personal information, because when he stood in the doorway on Sunday afternoon, she’d noticed that the top of his head happened to be aligned with a distinctive chip in the paint on the jamb, and after his departure, she’d yielded to the temptation to measure his height.
- You see, she never went to church in Drogheda, and she got to hanging around with the wrong lot, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.
- When the truck jerked to a halt beside the house, Lana noticed that it was spattered with coffee-coloured mud.
- During a lull in activity, she noticed Medb McManus standing alone in one of the open doorways.
- He pulled up near the excavation, and when Lana got out she noticed loaf-like pieces of sod lying in rows, and other pieces propped on end against each other, forming tiny pyramids.
- “I thought you’d never notice!”
- “Now, that I did notice about you, because I don’t smoke, myself–” he leant close again and lowered his voice “–and I like the lips that touch mine to be sweet.”
- Looking down at her plate, she noticed the honey sauce that had been served with her duckling.
- “Perhaps you’ve noticed that the hardest-working part of him’s his elbow.”
- She glanced across the aisle at the row of teenagers, and she noticed that one of them did not appear to be fully engaged in the recitation – Medb had risen with the others, and her lips moved with the words of the Theme, but her attention was on the paper in her hand.
- Consequently, Lana didn’t notice, at first, that the ‘Dillon days’ were multiplying.
©2012-2014 by Christine Plouvier