Guide to Legal Writing
Jan. 6, 2025
It was a dark and stormy January 2025
Taking a cue from Edward Bulwer-Lytton's much maligned opening sentence, your columnist is on the hunt for legal submissions that stand out for all the wrong reasons, with prizes for the best submissions.
2nd Appellate District, Division 6
Arthur Gilbert
Presiding Justice 2nd District Court of Appeal, Division 6
UC Berkeley School of Law, 1963
Arthur's previous columns are available on gilbertsubmits.blogspot.com.
No, I am not referring to the state of the world or what at
times rages within my psyche. The sophisticated reader will immediately supply
the famous missing words: "It was a dark and stormy night." This sentence
was popularized by Snoopy of "Peanuts" fame, as he sat on the roof of his
doghouse typing the first line of his novel. But it first appeared more than a
century earlier (followed by a semicolon) in the novel Paul Clifford, a must
for your reading list. That opus, by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, was published in
England in 1830. Bulwer-Lytton has since been pilloried for writing the most
hackneyed opening sentence in the history of English letters.
I, however, think Bulwer-Lytton got a bum rap. The sentence
following the semicolon reads as follows: "the rain fell in torrents - except
at occasional intervals when it was checked by a violent gust of wind that
swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
struggled against the darkness." This sentence is a paradigm of concision
compared to some recent legislation and judicial opinions I have had to read
lately. Granted, it's not Hemingway, who might have written: "The wind and rain
whipped my face; she was gone. I walked back to the hotel."
I did a little research on Mr. - actually, Baron, he was a noble
- Bulwer-Lytton. He wrote 27 novels, was pals with Dickens, and had a sizeable
readership. He is reputed to have coined the popular phrase, and please excuse
the irony, "The pen is mightier than the sword." Also "the almighty dollar."
What a phrase-maker.
Since 1982, the unfortunate Bulwer-Lytton has had a writing
contest named after him. It features various categories of fiction where
writers from all walks of life compete to see who can pen the opening sentence
of "the worst of all possible novels." Master of this genre is my good
friend, attorney Andy Lundberg. His literary career began in the offices of the
Stanford Chaparral, a campus humor magazine, where his labors led to his
election to the Hammer & Coffin Society, the national collegiate humor
honorary society, and an appearance in "Hellbent on Insanity" (1982), a best-of
college humor collection. He also spent a couple of years of editing what he
calls "that long-running laugh-fest, The Harvard Law Review."
Here is Lundberg's winning worst opening sentence in this year's
Historical Fiction category: On an otherwise fine spring morning, Helga Tottentanz learned in an exceptionally hard way that,
whatever they might've told you in hospitality school up in Cologne, as a
serving wench in Mainz's finest inn in 451 A.D., you don't greet a battle-weary
and obviously stressed general named Attila, fresh from crossing the
Carpathians at the cost of ten thousand or so men, with an overly cheery "Hi,
Hun." Here is his science fiction category winner this year:
With the long-awaited legalization of human cloning and the
availability of goodly amounts of the DNA of its founding fathers, America in
2035 found itself entering a new golden age--one in which Nathan Hale at last
had more than one life to give for his country, Benjamin Franklin was on hand
to get the freaking Post Office back on the rails, and Alexander Hamilton could
finally play himself on Broadway eight shows a week.
One day over lunch, Lundberg and I hit upon an idea. Perceptive
readers of this column have noted the foreshadowing. As the host of Morning
Edition would ask puzzle master Will Shortz, "Are you ready to play?" We
decided to run a contest consisting of three categories: 1. The poorest first
sentence of an appellant's opening brief; 2. The poorest first sentence of a
respondent's brief; 3. The poorest opening sentence of an appellate opinion. The
three winners will receive prizes best described as coveted. But first a few
examples to stimulate your creative powers.
Lundberg's examples are:
Appellant's opening brief:
Appellant is respectfully afraid that the trial court's reversal
stats are not going to be enhanced by this proceeding.
The judgment below walks into a bar and says, "I hate myself."
This case presents a
single, fundamental issue: Does this Court really want to live in a slipshod
world in which "harmless error" isn't regarded as the oxymoron it so richly
deserves to be?
The trial court entered summary judgment against appellant, but
there are additional grounds for reversal. [What defense lawyer wouldn't love
that one!]
If you're looking for grounds for reversal, Your Honors, you
have come to the right place!
Respondent's brief:
Appellant's attack on the judgment below resembles a half-eaten
banana rotting in the hot noonday sun.
In this action for breach of contract, respondent submits that
appellant - a term that, for reasons that will become clear momentarily if they
aren't already, we use loosely - offers absolutely no grounds for disturbing
the judgment below.
This insurance coverage appeal moves your respondent Mutual of
Winnemucca to paraphrase the immortal Johnnie Cochran: If there's no ambiguity
in the term, you must affirm.
Before the Court starts reading this brief, you might want to
ask the Clerk where that red rubber stamp reading "Affirmed" is stashed, just sayin'.
Here are a few examples of poor opening sentences in judicial
opinions:
"Here, Civil Procedure is an oxymoron." "Here we spell out
our holding: affirmed." "We reverse this death penalty case so that Snoopy
can play in the noonday sun."
And now the coveted prizes for the winning entries: They will be
published in one of my columns. But that is not all. Winning entries will also
receive a signed copy of my book, Under Submission, Volume II. We will
accommodate any winner who wishes to remain anonymous. And for those of you
embarrassed to receive my book, I will send a copy discreetly wrapped in the
newspaper of your choosing.
Decisions of the judges, Mr. Lundberg and myself, are final from
which there will be no appeal. Those opting for arbitration will have their
matter heard by arbitrators Lundberg and Gilbert. Rules of the American
Arbitration Association will not be followed.
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