John McWhorter on English Problems

Problems or inconsistencies with English: “But Shakespeare is not assumed to have been in his cups when he wrote in The Comedy of Errors, ‘There’s not a man I meet but doth salute me / As I were their well-acquainted friend’ (Act IV, Scene 111). Later, Thackeray in Vanity Fair tosses off ‘A person can’t help their birth.’ …”

Because the rest of us think it’s proper English to say, “One should take his opinion outside,” one and his being singular. In the above examples, Shakespeare says, “a man I meet . . . as I were their friend.”

I’m right to complain, aren’t I?

Swift On An Ill-Managed House

LET me thy properties explain:

A rotten cabin dropping rain:

Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;

Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.

Here elements have lost their uses,

Air ripens not, nor earth produces:

In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,

Fire will not roast, nor water boil.

Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,

The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns:

And her chief officers of state,

Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.

“On An Ill-Managed House” By Jonathan Swift

Similes Like Childhood Odors

This is from a published work. “Her pensive frown drew me like a smell from childhood.”

You know, I’m pretty familiar with childhood smells. I can smell one now, as a matter of fact, a powerful, pervading smell from a cute, little child. But this simile doesn’t work for other reasons. Let’s talk about it.

My first thought is the writer has mixed two senses. Her face or her thoughtful, moody appearance appeals to him. He sees her and remembers … an odor?

What if he saw she was deep in thought, and frowning in an adorable way? Perhaps she frowned over her hands at the floor. I walked up to her and said, “You remind me of a cookie.” Anyway, my good wife, who is not frowning now, said this sentence and the paragraph with it would be improved by focusing on the girl, not the narrator’s emotional reaction to her.

The sentence reminds me of these: “Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.”

“She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.”

That’s good writing.

Good Fun Reading

One of the guys behind The Dangerous Book for Boys has written a historical fiction novel, Genghis: Bones of the Hills. Some bloggers are asking what genre this should be in? Macho lit? Warrior lit?

I think the term “lit” is part of the problem. It works with Chick lit, because of the assonance, but it doesn’t have to be part of a genre label for action-oriented, historical (and maybe non-historical) fiction involving mostly fathers and sons.

On the air

I had a very nice lunch with an old friend on Saturday, but the big excitement was when, for the first time ever in my life, I actually called in to a radio talk show.

It’s not a national show (though they podcast nationally), but you might call it a nationally-known show. Some years back, big-dog talker Hugh Hewitt named several Twin Cities conservative bloggers “The Northern Alliance,” and eventually they commenced a Saturday show on local station WWTC 1280, The Patriot.

There are 3 segments, each hosted by a different team of bloggers, but my favorite has always been “The Headliners,” starring Mitch Berg (of Shot in the Dark) and Ed Morissey (of Hot Air). Continue reading On the air

Crime Fiction vs. Real Life

On avoiding crime fiction cliches. I remember a line from G.K. Chesterton which said some many detective stories begin with a murdered American millionaire as if something like that would turn the world on it’s head. An American millionaire, dead? What evil has befallen the world?