Three shelves of my library are
devoted to style manuals, dictionaries, etymologies, commentaries on language
and idioms, with titles like Usage and
abusage, Weasel words, and the Dictionary of phrasal verbs.
I dub myself the Style Guru and
write columns in 257 staff bulletins for two different employers over 12 years advising
and beseeching colleagues to use less words, à la William Strunk, to eschew
obscurantism and avoid pleonasm, sticklerism of the highest order.
That said, I’m a bit AC/DC too,
play both sides of the fence without sitting on it, bat for both teams. I’m a word-slut,
indulging myself in my own idiolect. I know, and insist, where an apostrophe
should go, but I also know language is not set in stone, never has been.
I worship at the altar of
English’s marvellous malleability and revel in the freedom to create my own
words, my own particular and unique way of using language.
Enter Robert Lane Greene. I’m
reading his You are what you speak,
subtitled Grammar grouches, language laws
and the power of words, wherein he sticks a sword right through the hearts
of sticklers, those who don the cloak of authority and make rules about how
people use words. His erudition impresses me no end.
Why must we not split
infinitives, end sentences with prepositions, or begin them with adjectives, he
asks. At what point in time should we freeze spelling? Eggs would still be
eggys if we did. Or Eggys. Or eyren. His Countimen still worship Mr
Shakespeare’s deeds, but, prithee, no longer Speake or spell as he did, nor
pronounce deeds as ‘dades’ as he did.
I take your point, Mr Greene.
Sticklerism has no place, but neither is there a place in writing or speech for
jargon, euphemism or weasel words, whatever they are.
My rule will continue to be
that communicating with an audience is everything. If the words don’t speak to
someone, then better words must be found or better ways of putting them
together.
Rock on.
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