The Film Noir Experience

Despite the fact the most of my friends told me to read things that weren’t linguistic while I was on vacation, I picked this book up. I figured that, since Blount is a journalist and not a linguist, it wouldn’t be like real language reading. It would be fun. And, the subtitles promised, “the energies, gists and spirits of letters, words and combinations thereof; their roots, bones, innards, piths, pips and secret parts, tinctures, tonics and essences; with examples of the their usage foul and savory.”

That sounds fun, right? (Well, it sounds fun if you’re a nerd like me.)

And, the book isn’t bad. I just don’t feel like it is what I was promised. There are not a lot of “roots, bones, piths and secret parts”. There are some but not for every word. And, some of Blount’s “pith and innards” seems to be features of sounds or phonology that he points out to support his thesis that language isn’t arbitrary. But, a lot of language is arbitrary. It is actually a design feature. It has the flexibility that it has largely because of its arbitrary parts. But, whatever. I’m trying to not be a linguist, just someone who is interested in words here.

There were a lot of anecdotes in the book. Some of which were funny, some of which were just, well, anecdotal. And, often not having to do with the words but rather one instance of one word’s usage.

My friend Melissa recommended it to me. And, I looked for her review of it just now to see if she liked it. Because I have to say that my opinion of the book is coming down on the side of ‘boo’. Anecdotes about your life in words can be fun. But, believe me when I say (after reading 1 semester and 1 summer session’s worth of papers on etymologies) where words come from is sometimes surprising, often fun, every now and then shocking and always interesting. I expected so much from this book based on its title, and it just didn’t deliver.

As, you may know, It is the World Cup. I like to think of this as a month long holiday that happens every four years where all of the world stops and wonders, “Who will be the next champion?”

Now that we’re out of the group stage, past the round of 16 and into the quarters a lot of people, myself included, have found ourselves without a team to cheer on from here on in (Go, USA!). Honestly, my bracket has been completely destroyed. I was just listening to a piece on NPR about who to follow now. And, the guy suggested that instead of looking for a team to root for, you can look for a team to root against. In general, I like this suggestion because I’m a snarky human being. However, my favorite team to root against is also out. (Sorry, England.)

But, I unexpectedly found a new team to support while watching my team (Go USA!). Ghana is a lot of fun to watch (unless they’re playing the US.) They’ve knocked us out of two World Cups (boo!). Also, they’ve never won a World Cup (only seven countries have ever won the World Cup: (West) Germany, England, Uruguay, Brazil, Italy, Argentina and France). How awesome would it be to watch a first time winner at the first Championship held on the African Subcontinent? Go, Ghana!

So, admittedly, I’m only half way through this children’s classic in English. But, I don’t think I’m going to finish it for the following three reasons:

1. I read this in Italian back when I was actively pursuing Italian-reading skills. I don’t remember finding the wooden boy to be such an irritant that time around. Although, admittedly, it is probably hard to be irritated by the characters when one is staring at a sentence and asking oneself, “Is that the subjunctive? I think it is the subjunctive. Why is that in the subjunctive??”

2. This edition has a lovely forward by Umberto Eco in which he argues that Pinocchio is loved by all and translated into everything because as a story it is hard to pin-down. I disagree. Maybe this is just where I am in my life, but I feel like Collodi, with his annoying little wooden boy, has beaten me over the head with his tale of morality. In case you were curious or didn’t already know this, people, its right action and not intention that matters. As the old saying goes, The Road to Hell (and/or jackass-ville) is paved with good intentions.

3. I hate Pinocchio. He’s Carrie Bradshaw, Meredith Grey and Bella Swann all rolled up into one. I didn’t think the bar could slip that low.

Normally, I recommend both reading Classics and finishing books (especially short books) but I just couldn’t do it. Time is at a premium (especially now that its the last few weeks of the semester). Maybe I will return to this translation of this classic after the semester is over, but I doubt Pinocchio is going to get anymore endearing.

Up for April previously had been Aimée & Jaguar: A Love Story, Berlin 1943 by Erica Fischer but it has changed to Toby Young’s How to Lose Friends and Alienate People. For some reason, I think this is going to be my cup of tea.

Back in the day (it feels like I’m saying that a lot lately), I went through this phase in which when I read a book, as a little review of it I would put together a mix CD. It was a fun little exercise that brought together two of my favorite activities, reading and listening to music.

Right now, I’m reading Constructions for a class (this is not likely to receive mix tape treatment), The Battle of the Labyrinth, and The Crimson Petal and the White. These last two may very well get their own mix tapes. Percy Jackson is a demigod, the son of Poseidon, and quite the little badass. His adventures are fast reads (reading teen fiction will do that for you) and are terribly entertaining. This one is book four. And, the Crimson Petal and the White is a look at Victorian England from multiple perspectives. Its seven hundred…thousand (hyperbole) pages long but so far its been terribly interesting. It starts off following a prostitute and then moves its way up through society. The mix tape potential is astounding. I could possibly do a song for each person that is followed!

Now, why am I bringing this up now? Well, when the NaBloPoMo people sent me an email to say that February’s topic for anyone up to the challenge of blogging everyday of the shortest month of the year was “love”, I thought, “Hey, wouldn’t it be interesting to come up with a mix tape representation of the many different kinds of love at there in the world?” (Even more interesting when one considers how odd and awfully awkward I am when it comes to any kind of human interaction.)

You may have noticed that I’ve been ending entries with songs. I am collecting these things into a list so that I can put them together as a mix. So, you’ve been warned.

The first book off of my booklist this year was for my book group. We read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. The book follows the main character Melinda through her first year of high school. It becomes painfully obvious in the first chapter that something awful has recently happened to her. You find out that at a party during the summer, she called the cops and is now hated by everyone at school. Throughout the book, she grows and develops and eventually, confronts the incident.

Anderson does an excellent job of portraying the tension created by the feelings Melinda is having (or trying not to have) and the image she is trying to project to the world. This book was heartbreaking but it was beautiful. And, the climax… well, it was thrilling and a little frightening. This was a wonderful book and I wholeheartedly recommend it.

I can’t believe its taken this long for me to upload the booklist. I fell down on the job in regards to my reading list last year. It is a sad state of affairs when a girl can’t sort herself out long enough to read fifteen non-school books.

So, this year I have decided that I will not fall down on the job! I will succeed! So, I’ve added a number of things that have been recommended to me in the past year (along with a number of things that my book group has selected) to last year’s list in order to come up with this year’s list. There is only one change I am making. Last year, Ivanhoe was on the list because I thought that was something I already owned. Turns out, what I own by Sir Walter Scott is actually Rob Roy.
It will be replacing Ivanhoe on the list this year.

So, starting with Last year’s books first:

• Silas Marner by George Eliot
• Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott
• Compassionate Carnivore by Catherine Friend
• On the Wealth of Nations by P.J. O’Rourke
• Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson
• Break, Blow, Burn by Camille Paglia
• The Eight By Katherine Neville
• Begin Anywhere by Frank Gianpietro
• The Horse, The Wheel and Language by David Anthony
• How Language Works by David Crystal
• The Ode Less Traveled by Stephen Fry
• The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper
• The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Farber

And, then adding:

• Alphabet Juice by Roy Blount Jr.
• The Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela
• Ibid by Mark Dunne
• The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan
• The Titan’s Curse by Rick Riordan
• The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan
• Speak by Laura Halse Anderson
• Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi
• Jaws by Peter Benchley
• Aimée & Jaguar: A Love Story, Berlin 1943 by Erica Fischer
• Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
• Grave Peril by Jim Butcher
• Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
• Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott
• In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust
• The Stuff of Thought by Stephen Pinker

And, four more books to be determined. So, the rules are as they’ve always been. I can read whatever I want, on the list or not. But, I am challenged to make it through at least these 30 books. (Which, yes, I still realize, includes Ivanhoe.)