Iain Banks' Crow Road begins thus:'It was the day my grandmother exploded.'Why this is a famous opening baffles me. It is vulgar, too brash. It is an opening by a writer that wants the reader to look at him, not the words on the page. It shows off.Murray Bail's short story 'Camouflage' begins thus:'All things considered, piano-tuning is a harmless profession.' Now that's a great opening gambit. 'Camouflage' and 'The Seduction of My Sister'. Two trifles, both about flying in odd ways. Impossible to put down, to be read in moments. You end reluctantly, wishing for more, like the end of a dessert that wasn't quite large enough, or sex sometimes.Exquisite.