Archive for the ‘Reading’ Category

The Fate of The Journalist

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

Is the paid journalist on her way out?  From a recent WaPo article “The Fate of The Sentence: Is the Writing On the Wall?“:

This assault on the lowly — and mighty — sentence, he says, is symptomatic of a disease potentially fatal to civilization. If the sentence croaks, so will critical thought. The chronicling of history. Storytelling itself.

Setting aside the obvious Luddite hysteria–for Linton Weeks the demise of the sentence is caused by text crazy teenagers, troglodyte advertising copy writers, and (naturally) blogs–the most enraging thing about this article is that Weeks’s writing suffers from the same maladies it decries.  His polemic, tucked away in the “Style” section of one of the nation’s preeminent newspapers, has no style.  Is full of fragments.  Like that one.

But it’s cool.  Perhaps he is being ironic.  Or maybe fragments are now considered good form?

“I’m an optimist myself,” she says. “We’re still using sentences. Maybe they are fragments of sentences, but good writers use fragments. I would have to see more proof that the sentence is dying.”

I’ve seen the light!  I should probably write every subsequent post in fragments just to show how great a writer I am, huh?  But I never be as Hemmingwayesque a writer as Linton Weeks’s fragments show he is:

In complete sentences.

“Language as a method of instruction, not a portal into critical thinking

Of 1937.

And that’s the way it.

If there is anything that is causing the youth of day to write poorly, it is not text messages, IMs, blogs, email, advertising copy, or leetspeak.  Teens understand the difference between mediums for writing; if they don’t, they can be taught.  No, if anything is causing the youth of today to descend into the utter chaos that awaits us when the sentences swoons and collapses, it is Linton Weeks.  Who writes in fragments in respectable publications.  That teens are taught to emulate.  Wither the paid journalist of today?  If he can’t write any better than the very teens he rails against…well let’s just say I’m not shocked that WaPo doesn’t have an email address on file for him.

In closing, an alternative perspective:

My impression was that the author intentionally used ill-formed sentences and fragments to illustrate the point. At least in the initial and final paragraphs. As an English teacher, I agree with the idea that students can’t identify or produce good sentences anymore, in any style or context, so I understand the concern. However, as a linguist, I do think that email, text, etc., is simply another form of communication and that language will adapt. I took a class in computational linguistics where we briefly discussed the impact of computers on language (the focus of the class was not nearly so interesting…it was about programming and text analysis for development of speech synthesizers, etc.–not exactly my forte). Anyway, it may be that email and text are the mediums we need to rid descriptive grammar of outdated rules (ex: ending sentences with prepositions). As a linguist, as long as it is comprehensible, it is acceptable. I think that the language will adapt. I do agree that students need to be taught better grammar and writing style, however, because the language of casual communication is not always acceptable in the classroom. Once a student can make that adjustment, however, then I see no cause for concern.


Catch-22

Friday, June 20th, 2008

I just finished reading Catch-22 for the second time in my life. I don’t think there is any other novel that pivots so wildly from hysterical laughter to the depths of depression. Reading it must be something like being manic-depressive.

It’s a terribly beautiful novel, and I can’t help thinking that if more people had read it the US might not be embroiled in war right now. Perhaps it should be required reading for anyone who wants to join the military. Then again, for all I know Dick Cheney loves the book and sees himself as Cathcart, or Peckem, or Milo…

About halfway through I decided to mine it for quotes but never did, mainly because I found myself (again) too engrossed in reading. But here’s one from near the end that I think represents the book well, in an odd way.

Yossarian quickened his pace to get away, almost ran. The night was filled with horrors, and he thought he knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts, like a victim through a prison full of thieves. What a welcome sight a leper must have been!

A welcome sight indeed. Run on Yossarian, but never stop jumping; jump all the way to Sweden.

Vocabulary Sentences From My Wife’s English Exam

Wednesday, May 21st, 2008

My best guess is that most of these kids are simply guessing and have no idea what the bold words mean. Then again, it is possible that they are playing highly ironic games with the vocabulary sections of their exams instead of attempting to pass. Yes, that seems the most likely scenario now that I mention it.

  • The teacher told him the ideas in his essay were rustic, because he repeated the same idea three times.
  • My friend died Friday and was moratoried yesterday.
  • He takes a temporal amount of time in the morning.
  • A man with a redundant look on his face lives alone in that house.
  • They obdurate/pontificate/flux in England and France for a few months each year.
  • The audience gave a standing ovation at the end of the redundant piano concert.
  • She duressed when asked to take a pay cut.
  • The laws of physics are constant and caustic.

Intelligent Christians Who Write About Art

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

That title is just too long. I can tell I’m rusty.

The point is that I perceive there to be shortage of the above. There may be millions, but if so, then they aren’t promoted. The sad reality is that too many Christians think Art is quite useless (and not in a Wilde way), and…vice versa.

So when my wife bought me Faith, Film, and Philosophy I was a little skeptical that the various authors might come out swinging against movies for portraying a sinful world or promoting a pagan philosophy. So far, I have been pleasantly surprised. A few of the movies discussed: Citizen Kane, Big Fish, Pretty Woman, The Truman Show, Being John Malkovich, The Matrix, Pleasantville, Bowling for Columbine, Mystic River, Silence of the Lambs, Contact, 2001. All quality flicks. And that is what has impressed me most in reading so far: that quality films are being acknowledged as works of art, their underlying philosophical presuppositions are being analyzed, and that these assumptions are intelligently discussed in their impact on culture and their relation to Christian principles.

I can’t wait to read the chapter on Charlie Kauffman’s films.

Cluster Reading

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Cluster reading, or reading several books that tie closely together, is a fascinating activity. I’ve known this before, of course, but (in this very overdue attempt to get back into this neglected blog) I’ve just recently completed a cluster of books which has enthralled me tightly.

I was rereading Dante’s La Vita Nuova, a masterpiece any would-be poet ought to read. In it, he describes the story of his love for Beatrice, in all its idealized (never actualized) glory. It is the way he describes it that is fascinating, by leading the reader through careful analysis of the poetry he has written for and about her. Reading La Vita Nuova will enrich the reading of the Divine Comedy—I might even go so far as to say it is necessary to fully enjoy and appreciate it. (Along with a nicely annotated translation: I recommend Ciardi.)

Then in the midst of reading Dante, I began to read a new novel by Umberto Eco, The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana. In it, Eco refers to Dante many times, and to La Vita Nuova specifically often. Because of the parallels between his own experience and that of Dante (that he imagines? or creates?), my appreciation for Mysterious Flame was heightened.

Eco also repeatedly refers to Edmond Rostand’s play Cyrano de Bergerac which I just finished reading this morning. A sensational, fantastical romance about a man who loves a woman but is forced by circumstance to always hold the love a pure ideal (and more dangerously, he is forced to help her love become actualized for another), it brought me to tears on a public bus. More importantly, I understand Eco’s novel better in retrospect for understanding the connections he draws to Cyrano and am able to understand instantly Cyrano’s literary impact and value because I had already experienced its impact.

There’s a few other allusions in Mysterious Flame that I may or may not follow up on, but these three works together form a spectacular cluster, all three likely to occur forever bound together in my mind.