How now, Dan Brown?

Patrick O’Hannigan, over at The Paragraph Farmer, discusses an interesting post from Language Log on the (apparently inexhaustible) topic of what a really lousy writer Dan Brown is.

It occurs to me to wonder—why would so many people want to buy and read books written so amateurishly? Granted, the average reader can’t explain the differences between good style and bad, but (within certain limits) every reader can tell a well-written book from a badly written one, because badly written books are—by definition—hard to read. That’s really the heart of good writing—putting down words that convey the author’s exact thoughts in the most efficient, evocative way. If Brown is as bad as they say (I’ve never read any of his books myself), I assume he must be rather heavy going. And yet millions of readers soldier on to the ends of his works. Continue reading How now, Dan Brown?

What If Government Wrote Novels?

Teenage boy cheating in school What if government officials wrote novels as their primary work? If they followed the pattern they use when taxing the people and allocating that money to projects, how would they go about writing 300,000+ word fiction? They would copy-n-paste; they would plagiarize.

Our elected officials do not produce anything, not like we do. We earn money through our labor in the market. We the people produce raw materials, manufactured goods, and services in competition with each other in order to win each other’s dollars. We make our living by taking risks, developing our skills, and inviting each other to trust the quality of our work. Government officials don’t, generally speaking. Yes, the government does provide some essentials services, like a national military and the creation and enforcement of essential laws. But today’s politicians ask us to turn to them for more and more, and many of us seem to think it’s a right, noble, and virtuous for them to take what is produced from those we don’t like in order to give to us or at least those we do like.

Isn’t that the same as a writer taking from other novels to make up his own? Isn’t it close to a hack copying another work, changing the names, and altering the ending by copying the last chapter from third novel, then claiming it all as his own? That’s what government subsidies do. That what many government programs are. They take what our neighbors have produced (by force of law through taxes) and give it other neighbors and themselves. I suppose many artists support this because they believe they are entitled to their neighbor’s money. They are jealous of millionaire athletes and want the government to make them millionaires too. Perhaps if they would think of taxation as plagiarism, they would resist calling for more of it.

JRR Tolkien’s New Book

The great J.R.R. Tolkien (may he live forever) has yet another work coming out this week, The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun. The Tolkien Library has an FAQ on the book, saying the legend will be released as Tolkien wrote it, not in a heavily edited version. This material was written before The Hobbit and after his translation of “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight,” while the professor was teaching Anglo-Saxon at Oxford. Of note is the introduction, also written by Tolkien. “Introducing the work is one of Tolkien’s lectures on Norse literature, so you get to ‘hear’ the voice of the author as he would have spoken when introducing the legends to students.”

One U.K. newspaper reports The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun was already one of the country’s most pre-ordered titles back in February. The reviewer said, “As in all good sagas, there is a lot of betrayal, love, slaughter, and in the Norse tradition: dragons, dwarves, wolves, kings, queens, golden hoards and a lot of drinking.”

The future of the past

Tonight, for no particular reason, I’m thinking of things that struck me as wonders of technology, long, long ago in the Age of Analog.

It was my aunt, I think, who gave our family an old black and white TV. I don’t think it was one she was discarding; I have the idea it was a TV somebody had given her, and she didn’t want it. So we were suddenly a family with two TVs, big stuff in the early ’60s. It had a blonde cabinet and was about the size of a Frigidaire. I think it was a Muntz. Dad put it in the hall, upstairs. The only problem was that our antenna was attached to our “real” TV (also black and white), down in the living room.

The solution was provided by my uncle (who sometimes reads this blog). He brought Dad a marvelous new device—an antenna signal splitter. With this piece of electrical wizardry, you could have two TVs attached to the same antenna! Who’d have believed such a thing was possible? Continue reading The future of the past

“From the Frontiers of Science Department”

The more I see this little piece from Roy Jacobsen’s Dispatches From Outland blog, the more it delights me. (The blog is no more.)

Gaspard, B.F. (2009). On the synchronicity of the discharge of ionized sulfur particles from Io’s polar regions and Ms. Astrid Lingonströtter commuting patterns. Journal of Applied Planetary Research and Ironmongery, 257(1), 77-193.

I am Legend. Or Rumor anyway.

I apologize in advance for the lameosity of this post. My energy is still running low, and it’s bill-paying night (I should have mowed the lawn, too, but I opted to leave it hanging over my head until the weekend, because frankly I don’t give a Damocles), and I’ve got a string of e-mails from the publisher to respond to, regarding final details of the book design. Also they sent me the final page proofs for one last close reading, which will give me a hobby for the next few days. And I promised to post something for my Facebook group tonight.

About a minute ago, bright sunshine poured in through my window for about a minute. This was the first sun we’ve seen today. And probably the last.

It was a short summer, but you’ve got to be prepared for such things under a Democratic administration.

The Vice President warns us to avoid crowded places.

Soon Avoidants will be all that remains of humanity, the only survivors.

Unfortunately, we still won’t be able to reproduce.

Riddles

Here’s an old English riddle, translated from the Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book by Thor Ewing. I’ll answer them in the comments later today.

The air carries little creatures
over the hill-sides, who are utterly black,
swarthy, sable-hued, strident in song,
they go round in gangs calling loudly;
they tread wooded headlands, sometimes the houses
of the children of men. They name themselves.
Continue reading Riddles

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