In 1970 François Truffaut wrote and directed the film Domicile Conjugal, the fourth in the series concerning the life of the louche young man Antoine Doinel. The work duly observes the conventions of the nouvelle vague genre by featuring a bleak, autumnal view of Paris and many scenes in which the leading man, Jean-Pierre Léaud, smokes langourously with fantastic hair.
In one scene Antoine tells a barman that he is writing a novel. The fact that he is in a bar rather than typing at a desk is telling. The conversation proceeds thusly:
Barman: What's the title?
Antoine: I don't know yet.
Barman: Does it have trumpets?
Antoine: No.
Barman: Does it have drums?
Antoine: No.
Barman: Why not call it "Neither Trumpets Nor Drums" then?
This is a fantastic method of generating titles and I wish I'd known of when I suffered protracted anguish coming up with the title of my novel. Any prospective title has to be memorable, somewhat allusive to the themes of the book, not previously used and, ideally, easy to google.
I examined and rejected many titles before coming up with "Without a City Wall" which was a phrase from hymn that I remembered singing as a child at school. It meets three of the four desirable characteristics I describe above and was easily the best of the mostly awful options I considered.
In one scene Antoine tells a barman that he is writing a novel. The fact that he is in a bar rather than typing at a desk is telling. The conversation proceeds thusly:
Barman: What's the title?
Antoine: I don't know yet.
Barman: Does it have trumpets?
Antoine: No.
Barman: Does it have drums?
Antoine: No.
Barman: Why not call it "Neither Trumpets Nor Drums" then?
This is a fantastic method of generating titles and I wish I'd known of when I suffered protracted anguish coming up with the title of my novel. Any prospective title has to be memorable, somewhat allusive to the themes of the book, not previously used and, ideally, easy to google.
I examined and rejected many titles before coming up with "Without a City Wall" which was a phrase from hymn that I remembered singing as a child at school. It meets three of the four desirable characteristics I describe above and was easily the best of the mostly awful options I considered.
