Nateskate said:
Cartemay stretched his tall frame to pull the ancient Chronicle from the shelf.
I'm sorry, I can't help with the original question because I didn't get past this first sentence. Nothing personal about you or the writing just a rather general pet peeve of mine in general and here it is:
I'm either 6'2 or 6'4 (depending on which nurse is lying) but the point is, I'm tall. Much taller than most everyone else in my life. Except my younger brother but, well, he's a circus freak all the way around.
Do you know when it is that I realize I'm tall? When I look at pictures of me and my friends and it always has me in the back, sticking up over all of them as if they're Niblet and I'm painted green and am oh so very jolly.
Or I'm wandering the aisles of a store and some little old lady tells me she needs something from the top shelf and in response to my "I don't work here" comment is "So what? You're tall, get it for me." (actual quote).
Tall people usually don't realize they are that much taller than the world around them. Oh sure, we learn quickly to duck more and be much more wary of ceiling fans - and in some cases we even eye most 'compact cars' as nothing but the spawn of the Devil sent to give us a personal taste of Hell - but that's almost automatic and instinctive. But I certainly don't go around in my life thinking of my "tall frame" whether I'm stretching it or not. I don't normally consciously realize that I'm not metaphorically looking down on people, it's literal. Until something happens. Being tall for me is the same as being brunette (or, for another week or so - redhead) it's just something I am, something that just takes me through life.
So when I read cheap description such as this, it turns me off. It says to me 'lazy writing' and I tend to not want to go any further. Why would I? There are so many (hopefully) good books in my to be read stack that I would probably throw this back on the shelf with a sneer and move on. Or, failing that, I've got bookshelves full of either good books to be reread or research books to be read. But yet this type of thing seems to be endemic of the genre. To the point where a beta reader for a now officialy rejected novel commented that I didn't describe my main character until three quarters of the way through the book and by then the description was jarring because she already formed her own picture of him through other clues. And I didn't *want* to describe him at all.
So, what's wrong with just saying "Cartemay stretched to pull the Chronicle from the high shelf." Sure, doesn't tell us that the character is tall, but does tell us the Chronicle is high up.
Rabe...