I was in my 20s back in the hope filled 1970s, when this book arrived as a Christmas present: Fowler’s Modern English Usage 2nd edition revised by Ernest Gowers.
Modern English Usage does get used, though not as often as it should. It was a gift from my Dad (who died in November 2000). He knew I loved writing, whether that be fiction or History, and this compact volume reminds me of him as well as seeing use on occasion. I do love its mini essays that accompany words or phrases. Although a very old compendium, it is quirky. I imagined some fusty old Oxonian sitting in a alcove in an archive with only spiders for conversation as he wrote. I opened it just now at random. A long essay on the word like said hello in this way:
“1. It will be best to dispose first of what is, if it is a misuse at all, the most flagrant and easily recognizable misuse of l. A sentence from Darwin quoted in the OED contains it in a short and unmistakable form: Unfortunately few have observed l. you have done. Most people use this construction daily in conversation. It is the established way of putting the thing among all who have not been taught to avoid it; the substitution of as for l. in their sentences would seem to them artificial. . . . ”
The essay goes on in similar form for another two full pages followed by another page and a bit of likelys, likewises, and so on.
Recently I read somewhere on the internet, an article stating we can and should now ignore all the little rules English teachers taught us in School. Yes, you may and should begin a sentence with because, yes you may and should end a sentence with of, no matter what you learned in antediluvian times, or so preaches the modernist. My Dad read prodigiously, that is, he read whenever he wasn’t doing something required such as working or eating or walking the family dog with me. As a boy we walked the dog – first a wild terrier cross named Pedro, then a sweet border collie named Tessie. In the beginning we walked a short distance, then as our conversations became longer, we stayed out longer until in our prime dog walking days we would spend more than an hour perambulating. Much of our conversation involved books he had read, or I had read also, or short comments on the world we passed by as the dog panted, peed and pooped. Also known in this age of acronyms as PPP, or sometimes ppp. Other less common variations are PpP (which I am rather partial to myself), Ppp, pPp (almost as affecting as PpP), pPP and so on, but I will stop here as I am boring myself (and perhaps any unlucky enough to read this far.
[BREAK TIME: zoned out, then repaired the placement of a comma above – must have someone edit such thing for me as commas and I have been battling since Grade 7 or so, that is, about 53 years)
The long break has now ended and I am back here, on this page, or rather this screen (which you may, if you wish turn into a page by hitting PRINT). Or rather, tap gently as computers do not take kindly to barely controlled violence. Or would that be better put as uncontrolled?
Anyway, this book about writing and thus about books was not much opened when I was in my 20s, 30s, or even 40s. It seemed too archaic and prolix even after I started writing for pleasure again when I was in my late 50s. But now, in my 60s it speaks to me. Not so much the advice proffered, (or orders if one takes the tone with which it is written), rather, the delight I take in well formed sentences that do not fear complexity. Simplicity in writing has been all the rage for some time, but that old fogey, Modern English Usage is determinedly anti-modern. The essays and even the brief notations delight in sub-clauses and subjunctives both, in what I vaguely recall English teachers in the past calling compound-complex sentences. My PhD thesis advisor opined once years ago that when all educated people had been required to learn Latin in school, the English language took on that language’s complex sentence structure in imitation. Of course, English is not inflected (or perhaps infected) so loses that extra layer of complexity. Today learning Latin is not only not required, it is rare, so English today is simple and direct. Unlike most of this meditation.
And so my father read or talked to me about reading. He had a memory that amazed me. He could recall long pages of text read when he was a boy, word for word. I had been reading during this period an old science fiction serial published, I think, in Astounding Science Fiction magazine. This was the top Sci-Fi pulp mag from the 30s well into the 60s when its name was changed to Analog. John Campbell was the editor for much of this time and he introduced to the world of science fiction many later big name writers. These magazines were filled with short stories and serials, usually three part, as well as letters and a section on developments in science. And advertisements! For flashlight batteries, exercise supplements, and so on. The covers were full colour, ray guns, space ships, weird humanoid creatures. Anyway, I was reading one of EE Smith’s (no relation) Lenseman series stories, but my Dad’s collection was missing the middle instalment of three. So, Dad recited it to me over the course of about two dog walks. He was well aware of the inadequacies of much of this style of fiction, but loved it without shame until the day he died. I recall him laughing about one story by H. Rider Haggard (not science fiction, but an Indiana Jones type adventure story) where the hero had found himself at the bottom of a well, unable to climb out as his rope had broken and the sides were slimy and slippery. That was the end of that instalment and Dad had to wait until the next issue to discover how the hero would escape. Well, in the first sentence of the next issue, the hero merely ‘leapt out’ of the well! Dad laughed about that, but none of this cheating ever stopped him from enjoying these stories.
I haven’t the same taste as my father, except for keeping a set of hard back science fiction books of his and a copy of Astounding from 1954 where his only published story appears – nostalgia is unavoidable for me.
This story will continue randomly. I will quite simply reach over to my left and take a book and allow it to speak.