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don’t be a grumbletonian


I’m looking forward to purchasing a copy of the first dictionary of slang. Out of print for 300 years, it is being published by the Bodleian Library from a rare copy unearthed in its collections. From the website:

Originally entitled A New Dictionary of Terms, Ancient and Modern, of the Canting Crew, its aim was to educate the polite London classes in ‘canting’ – the language of thieves and ruffians – should they be unlucky enough to wander into the ‘wrong’ parts of town.

With over 4,000 entries, the dictionary contains many words which are now part of everyday parlance, such as ‘Chitchat’ and ‘Eyesore’ as well as a great many which have become obsolete, such as the delightful ‘Dandyprat’ and ‘Fizzle’. Remarkably, this landmark of English from 1699 was compiled and published anonymously, by an author who has left us only his initials – ‘B.E. Gent [gentleman]’.

Be sure and read the sample entries.

Via the most excellent blog The Centered Librarian.

Traveler to the undiscovere’d country

Roger Ebert writes a very insightful and moving essay about Christopher Hitchens.

moste excellente wit

Your new internet diversion of the day: Joe Miller’s Jests. From the site:

Joe Miller was a popular comic actor on the London stage from 1709 until his death in 1738. A year later, the publisher T. Read enlisted a down-and-out writer named John Mottley to compile a book of jokes, and stuck Miller’s name onto it. Not only did Joe Miller originate only a handful of the Jests published posthumously under his name; he was apparently illiterate.

The book proved wildly popular, and a series of ever-expanding editions followed: By 1865, there were nearly 1300 jests in the volume. Meanwhile, the late comedian’s name entered the vernacular: A Joe Miller is a groaner, a hackneyed joke.

therein

Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He nodded towards the specimens he’d collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men’s knowing. Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth. The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.

– from Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy

let the guffaws commence

No one is really sure why Mark Twain issued a 100-year moratorium on the publishing of his official autobiography. The good news is that the time has come. In November the University of California, Berkeley, where the manuscript is in a vault, will release the first volume.

This is great news. I’m on a big Twain kick right now, so the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

essence

This morning I was reminded of a tale I once heard about Ernest Hemingway, who was dared to write a story with only six words. I can’t remember if it was a bet or a literary challenge from F. Scott Fitzgerald or another writer. At any rate, Hemingway wrote the following story, which he called his best work ever.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

get lit

Good list of 100 books that should be in any man’s library. And have been read.

paper trail

Letters of Note is one of my favorite new websites, although I cannot view it at work because I wouldn’t get anything done. Simply put, it’s a collection of rare, important, or otherwise culturally relevant letters, with transcriptions. For starters, check out this letter from Kurt Vonnegut to his family, written from a repatriation camp after he was rescued from the nazis in 1945.

primary texts

The Royal Society has published a number of important manuscripts online in .pdf format, including a certain document entitled A Letter of Mr. Isaac Newton, Professor of the Mathematicks in the University of Cambridge; Containing His New Theory about Light and Colors: Sent by the Author to the Publisher from Cambridge, Febr. 6. 1671/72; In Order to be Communicated to the R. Society

“Colours are not Qualifications of light, derived from Refractions, or Reflections of natural Boadies (as ’tis generally believed) but Original and connate properties, which in divers Rays are divers.”

I love the internet.

lament for the humanities

William Chace, former university president and English professor, has written a very interesting essay on the decline of the English Department at American colleges. I’m inclined to agree with him, especially when he makes this point:

What are the causes for this decline? There are several, but at the root is the failure of departments of English across the country to champion, with passion, the books they teach and to make a strong case to undergraduates that the knowledge of those books and the tradition in which they exist is a human good in and of itself. What departments have done instead is dismember the curriculum, drift away from the notion that historical chronology is important, and substitute for the books themselves a scattered array of secondary considerations (identity studies, abstruse theory, sexuality, film and popular culture). In so doing, they have distanced themselves from the young people interested in good books.

For me, the most important reason for the decline is the politicization of literary discussion and over-emphasis on literary criticism. Rather than teach graduate students how to effectively communicate their own love of books to students, they are pigeonholed into critical perspectives and told to stay there. And the older the critical theory you adopt, the less chance you will have of getting a tenured position. Should it really be all about getting a job? (yes). Or should we focus on understanding how reading seriously can inform and deepen our understanding of the world? As Chace puts it:

Studying English taught us how to write and think better, and to make articulate many of the inchoate impulses and confusions of our post-adolescent minds. We began to see, as we had not before, how such books could shape and refine our thinking. We began to understand why generations of people coming before us had kept them in libraries and bookstores and in classes such as ours. There was, we got to know, a tradition, a historical culture, that had been assembled around these books. Shakespeare had indeed made a difference—to people before us, now to us, and forever to the language of English-speaking people.

Finding pleasure in such reading, and indeed in majoring in English, was a declaration at the time that education was not at all about getting a job or securing one’s future. In comparison with the pre-professional ambitions that dominate the lives of American undergraduates today, the psychological condition of students of the time was defined by self-reflection, innocence, and a casual irresponsibility about what was coming next.

Yes

yes

yes.

However, there are a multitude of opinions on this issue, many of which are discussed well in this Metafilter thread. It ain’t as simple as I wish it all was.

shakespeare of the day

Hortensio:
Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive,
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholding.

Tranio:
Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress’ health,
And do as adversaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

The Taming Of The Shrew Act 1, scene 2, 269–277

they said it

Letters of Note is a particularly fascinating site, with scans of actual letters from history. Here’s a particularly compelling one from Einstein.

photo of the day

dfl_079_ernest_hemingway

Yes, that’s Hemingway. via Gunslinger and Kottke.

grimm

Few realize how gruesome a lot of fairy tales actually were.

dark and stormy prose

Erin sent the latest results of the 2009 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, which are great as always. The winner:

“Folks say that if you listen real close at the height of the full moon, when the wind is blowin’ off Nantucket Sound from the nor’ east and the dogs are howlin’ for no earthly reason, you can hear the awful screams of the crew of the “Ellie May,” a sturdy whaler Captained by John McTavish; for it was on just such a night when the rum was flowin’ and, Davey Jones be damned, big John brought his men on deck for the first of several screaming contests.”

David McKenzie
Federal Way, WA

ways of words

The elements of telling a good story, by Ira Glass, host of “This American Life.”

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat

This ten-part biography of Walt Whitman looks wonderful. And it’s free.


I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the
stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg
of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

via Kottke.org

well done, sir

Famous Poems Rewritten as Limericks

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
There was an old father of Dylan
Who was seriously, mortally illin’
“I want,” Dylan said
“You to bitch till you’re dead.
“I’ll be cheesed if you kick it while chillin’.”

oh insult me again, please

If Shakespeare were alive today he’d be an Alabama politician, given our legislators’ natural eloquence and complete abstention from violence.

You speak unskilfully: or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darkened in your malice.

More Shakespearean insults here. Stolen liberally from Eartha.

This made my day