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How language works, by David Crystal

Friday, February 19th, 2010
How Language Works, by David Crystal

Behind this plain cover lurks an immense wealth of information about language

Considering that I picked this up as a Penguin Classics edition from Borders for $10 minus the 40% discount, How Language Works is both a much more recent work (2007), and a heck of a lot more comprehensive than I thought it would be – hence you’ll have noticed that this title was my “Currently reading” title for at least the last several months.

Within 73 chapters across almost 500 pages, David Crystal crams in an overview of practically every single scrap of human endeavour relating to language. From where languages came from, how they’re structured and how we use them, no curiosity is left unsatisfied. If you had any question as to where your interest in languages might lie, by the end of this book you will be in absolutely no doubt.

Though biblically epic, and at times just as boring (the chapters listing out the languages and their families is about as riveting as the book of Numbers detailing the genealogy of the Abrahamic faiths) there is plenty to interest the casual reader. Maybe it’s the phase I’m at in life, but I found Crystal’s many insights into how children learn language to be especially interesting:

In the middle of the third year, there is a significant shift in procedure. Children start asking lots of questions about the names of things: What’s that?, What’s that called? Parents usually do quite well in replying to these opening questions, but they tend not to be so good in answering the follow-up ones, many of which begin with ‘Why?”: Why is it a jackdaw? Most people cannot answer, other than wearily and emptily: Because that’s its name, Because it is. We find it difficult to say such things as Because it’s a bird and it’s black, as that is not how we are used to using the word because. But it is precisely such details that the child is hoping to hear.

There are also many questions to pique the reader’s curiosity, although few are satisfactorily answered, e.g. How many syllables are in the word meteor?

Each chapter covers what must be an entire field of study, which makes for a mind-boggling exercise reading with any kind of speed. It brings to mind looking out the window of a bullet train as it passes by a train station. Endlessly fascinating, but you only get the merest glimpse – even if something catches your eye, it won’t pause for lengthier consideration, like this passage condensing the entire history of typography into a single paragraph:

In Europe, the main step forward came in the mid-15th century, with the invention in Germany of movable metal type in association with the hand-operated printing press – developments that are generally credited to Johannes Gutenberg (1390 – 1468). Metal type was set by hand  until the introduction of various systems of mechanized typesetting in the 19th century. The linotype machine was introduced towards the end of the century, and became standard in newspaper offices. Techniques of photo-composition became a commercial reality in the 1950s. Computerized typesetting began to be used from the late 1960s. The prototype of the typewriter was built in 1867 by the American inventory Christopher Latham Sholes (1819 -90), and rapidly achieved popularity. Modern developments include the electric typewriter, the word processor, the use of the telephone keypad to send messages, and the computer keyboard – now the preferred mode of graphic expression for most young people.

In case you didn’t catch it, he was talking about SMS text-messaging using mobile phones somewhere in there – phew!

In my day job as “Editor-in-Chief” and as a blogger, I tend to fall in with the crowd that loves pointing out whenever somebody has put an apostrophe wrong, or has spelt a word incorrectly. Given its nature, you’d expect this book to support this cause, but David Crystal is surprisingly critical of the emerging zero-tolerance attitude, and has an especially scathing message to those he calls “Trussians” (after Lynne Truss, the author of Eats, Shoots and Leaves) – in a section titled “Potato’s as a test case”, Crystal explains that there is little basis, historically or linguistically, for criticising what seems to be an incorrect use of the apostrophe since it represents a class of specific exceptions in the way that we pluralise words English, and also that it was a perfectly acceptable form until the 1700′s. He chides us by saying “to condemn someone for using such forms as potato’s is actually to display linguistic ignorance – an ignorance of the logic behind such forms which the modern users are unconsciously manifesting.”

Overall, a very interesting if epic read. Plus, you seriously can’t argue the bang-per-buck, even at the full price of $9.95.

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Gooooooaaaaaal!

Sunday, January 31st, 2010
Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett

Another classic Paul Kidby Discworld book cover

Despite the tragic early onset of Alzheimers, Unseen Academicals shows that popular fantasy author Terry Pratchett is still in top form. He’s got the “diamond in the rough” schtick down to a T, but the difference is that at the end of each story, those polished diamonds don’t disappear off into obscurity – they sparkle on in subsequent novels, imbuing the Discworld with an extreme richness (pun intended).

The 37th novel in the Discworld series(!), Academicals continues the recurring theme of the modernisation of the capital city of Ankh-Morpork. Recent books have seen A-M gain a postal service, a telecommunications system known as “the clacks”, a shiny new banking system, its own currency, and now, football (soccer) and, er… a high-end fashion industry*.

Pratchett still has the touch, and the book offers unnervingly accurate insight into the human psyche, as the plot bores deeply into the inner workings of players, fans, and of course – because it’s soccer – hooligans. The British humour, Flintstones-style take on the modern world, and the satire of fantasy conventions are all exquisitely funny for sure, but beneath the veneer of slapstick he hits hard at issues such as taking the ambiguity of dwarven genders and putting them into the context of the high-end fashion industry, to explore ideas of sexual identity and individual choice, without speaking of sex whatsoever (although there’s more sexual innuendo than usual for Discworld novel as far as I can recall).

Unseen Academicals football trading cards

The "Jolly Sailor Tobacco Football Cards" depicting characters from Unseen Academicals, available separately and also illustrated by Paul Kidby

Rather than following the escapades of a single character, several plot threads weave their way in and around of each other:

  • The wizards of Unseen University, who need to put together a football team or risk losing the significant financial benefits of a bequest that funds their lackadaisical academic lifestyle
  • Trevor Likely, trying to grow out of the shadow of his late father Dave – a legend who scored a record number of goals the historical game of “foot-the-ball”
  • Nutt, a genteel so-called goblin who discovers the truth about his enigmatic past
  • Glenda Sugarbean, the homely head of the university’s Night Kitchen, and her ditsy, comely friend Juliet (“Jools”) Stollop whose modelling debut (heavily armoured and wearing a dwarf beard) leaves the fashion world abuzz and has them trying to find the mysterious “Jewels”
  • The dwarf Madame Sharn, head of the fashion label Shatta, and her flamboyant assistant Pepe, at the launch of their new line of micromail.
  • The ins-and-outs of the “Shove” – the collective of football followers, being that when they get together to watch a game, nobody can really see anything and all that happens is a lot of shoving.

… and of course the welcome appearance of recurring characters such as Havelock Vetinari, the seemingly omniscient Patrician of Ankh-Morpork; and brief cameos by Death, and Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler.

What I love most about Pratchett even more than the insights, is his mastery of the written form, and his ability to ignore the conventions of language that we take for granted, as when one of the characters in the book is described as being full of “charisn’tma”. And like most of the other Discworld novels, he pushes the boundaries of typography by using bolds, italics, font-sizes, Death’s dialogue ALWAYS IN CAPS and more, to eke every bit of meaning possible out of the words on the page.

To confuse my sporting metaphors, Unseen Academicals adds another home run to an already impressive scoreboard, and I seriously hope that Pratchett hits a couple more before the end of his innings.

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* For this reason, if you’re new to Discworld I don’t recommend starting with this book – check out the reading order in Wikipedia for more details.

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Australians all let us… eat meat?

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

In the same tradition that saw Coca-Cola being associated with Christmas through their popularised image of Santa Claus, Meat and Livestock Australia have been featuring their spokesperson, outspoken sports commentator Sam Kekovich, in a series of advertisements that promote Lamb as the meat of choice on Australia Day. It started off in 2005 with a series of ads showing Kekovich irreverently imploring Australians to eat lamb on Australia Day.

Subsequently, butchers around the country took this to heart, aggressively marketing the BBQ as an Australia Day tradition, and the national holiday is under threat of becoming a national day of animal slaughter.

Meat, by Adrian Richardson

The book cover has this cool gimmick where the title and outlines over the cow are part of the clear plastic jacket.

Not that I’m complaining. I love my dead animal as much as the next guy, which brings me to the point of this post – GeekReads is supposed to be a book review blog after all (the fact that the vast majority of posts are about everything other than books notwithstanding). I’m talking about Meat. by Adrian Richardson, owner of “La Luna Bistro” in Melbourne. It’s a book that aims to educate Australians on the art of “how to choose, cook & eat [meat]“, and is divided into a couple of introductory chapters explaining the basics, chapters for each of the main animals (beef, veal, lamb, etc.), and a few chapters around meat-related types of cooking such as pies, charcuterie (preserving meat), and stocks and sauces.

Each of the chapters about meat starts off with a few pages detailing the various types and cuts available, what to look for, how and where to buy and tips on cooking, followed by a good variety of recipes that cover a wide range of styles and cultures. I haven’t had a chance to try any yet, but I definitely like the look of them – they mostly use common ingredients and have clear, easy-to-follow instructions.

Adrian Richardson

Adrian Richardson, owner of La Luna Bistro and author of Meat.

The book is written in a personal and amiable style. Richardson coyly mentions in his opening sentence that he was a vegetarian as a child, but thereafter launches straight into his passion and love for cooking and eating meat, including a section dedicated to mapping out the journey that meat takes “from the farm to the fork”, and not glossing over the fact that it is, after all, a bunch of dead animals. For example:

The abattoir
There is nothing pretty about abattoirs, or about the slaughtermen (and they are mainly men) who work there, but they are an essential part of the journey. [...] I’m not denying it’s a confronting and even a brutal experience, but slaughtermen are skilled professionals and I’ve always been impressed by the pains that they take to give the animal as stress-free and comfortable a death as possible. It certainly seems no worse a way to go than any other more ‘natural’ end.

This is unlikely to appease animal activists, but Richardson is nothing if not respectful:

I’ve also discovered that the more one thinks about and understands the way animals live – and die – to feed us, the more it’s natural to want to give them back some sort of dignity. For me, this is not just about ethical farming practices and ensuring that animals have happy lives, but it’s also about valuing the animal by using its meat to the fullest extent you can.

I came across this book in the library, but will definitely get my own copy (the reason why I haven’t bought it already is because I’m waiting for a voucher or something, being the cheapskate that I am).

Happy meat-eating festiv… er, I mean Australia Day, readers!

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What’s the catch?

Monday, December 28th, 2009
The cover of 'Catcher in the Rye' by J.D. Salinger

Dunno why the carousel horse was significant enough to warrant being depicted on the cover

Reviewing a literary classic is fraught with danger, if only because there’s bound to be loads of stuff I miss – captured by decades of academic scrutiny – making me seem unlearned. Yet any serious reader, especially geeky ones, can’t ignore the classics… ahem… especially if you couldn’t be bothered going out to buy or borrow a book after you’d finished your previous one, and your wife just so happens to have a copy (no, I’m not reading Pride and Prejudice, er… again.)

This is my first time reading J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, a book relentlessly studied in high schools, but not one that I ever came across in my schooling. Maybe because I imagined that I’d have to turn in an essay after reading it (which this review is, in a way), I approached the book with an analytical eye, but unsure of what to look for exactly. This is most likely why I found it difficult to like when I first started reading – the language was too old-school for my tastes, the main character was particularly odious, and it seemed to be completely lacking in plot.

But there’s just something about Holden Caufield’s story, isn’t there? It’s not that the character himself is likeable per se, but in the glimpse that you get of the world through his eyes, you start to see a little of your own world – the ever-present malaise affecting society that’s bubbling just below the surface. Salinger doesn’t claim to have the answer, which is largely why I found the book so unsatisfying initially, but he does manage to impart some timeless wisdom to eternally disaffected youth through these words spoken by Mr. Antonlini:

‘Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them – if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you.’

There’s something wonderfully recursive about that quote, given that the story is written in the first person from Holden’s perspective. And that seems to be the crux of it. The book isn’t so much a story as it is parable for misguided young persons.

If I was writing an essay, that would be my conclusion. What do you think… would I have passed?

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Not quite enchanted

Monday, November 23rd, 2009
You can't see it here, but the little holes around the eyes are cut outs in the book cover.

You can't see it here, but the little holes around the eyes are cut-outs in the book cover.

By the time I picked up The Spellman Files, by Lisa Lutz, it had already spawned two sequels, earned the status of “New York Times bestseller”, and received a glowing review from one of my friends. Call me cynical, but I should have known better than to fall into the trap of expecting something transcendent.

Isabel “Izzy” Spellman is the middle daughter to a pair of private-eye parents. Most of the novel is spent detailing the family’s many peculiarities, mainly to do with stalking each other like suspected criminals. Surrounding all this is the mystery of what happened to Izzy’s younger sister, Rae, who has mysteriously disappeared.

Lutz writes in a convoluted style favoured by many recent authors, where straightforward linear narrative is deemed insufficient, and the plot has to be chopped up into little pieces and the order rearranged for maximum dramatic effect. While the story remains coherent, the flow is disturbed and the contrived tension makes for tiring reading, negating all compulsion to discover what happens next. If it’s any indication, I read most of the book over the course of a week and only had about 3-4 pages left to go before I departed for Hong Kong, but decided to leave it (I didn’t want to carry the book around with me for the entire trip for the sake of a few pages).

I guess the humour lies in the farcical nature of the Spellman family and their funny view of the world (where people are simply suspects for investigation), or maybe the neurotic way in which the characters deal with love and relationships. Either way, I didn’t quite fall under the spell of the Spellmans.

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