Hopefully (Not)
Ten usage and grammar errors that could (or should) cripple a career
March 21, 2005|
Paris Hilton can't put two words together—okay, she can say "That's hot"—and her book is, as I write, #871 on Amazon.com. Rappers put their words into the Shizzolator and out come Escalades. And if you read a bestseller with a pencil in hand, you'll be tempted to conclude that the copy editor's last job was in a pizzeria. Standards? Why should you care? You're getting paid the same buck-a-word they were handing out in 1985—only the magazine you're writing for now defines a "feature" as anything longer than 450 words. Pump up the volume, chug a Red Bull, and fill the space. In the bleak words of R. Crumb, "It's just lines on paper." But that's not how I feel about good grammar and correct usage. I think they matter. A lot. In my cosmology, the faster standards erode, the more they matter. And at HeadButler.com, I'm as obsessed with good grammar and proper usage as I am with the books, CDs and movies I choose to recommend. In the interest of feeling less alone, I'm going to give you ten common grammatical and usage errors that make me—and all readers and editors who actually liked English class—flinch. But first, a short sermon. My text is "Franny and Zooey," by J.D. Salinger, a classic that's now ignored but was gobbled up by readers when it was published in 1961. "Zooey" ends with a phone call to Franny, the youngest of the Glass sisters, from Zooey, the youngest brother. As the conversation winds down, Zooey recalls something that happened decades ago, soon after he started doing a radio show called "It's a Wise Child" with his siblings: He got a lecture from his brother Seymour. Seymour'd told me to shine my shoes just as I was going out the door with Waker. I was furious. The studio audience were all morons, the announcer was a moron, the sponsors were morons, and I just damn well wasn't going to shine my shoes for them, I told Seymour. I said they couldn't see them anyway, where we sat. He said to shine them anyway. He said to shine them for the Fat Lady. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, but he had a very Seymour look on his face, and so I did it. He never did tell me who the Fat Lady was, but I shined my shoes for the Fat Lady every time I ever went on the air again—all the years you and I were on the program together, if you remember. I don't think I missed more than just a couple of times. This terribly clear, clear picture of the Fat Lady formed in my mind. I had her sitting on this porch all day, swatting flies, with her radio going full-blast from morning till night. I figured the heat was terrible, and she probably had cancer, and—I don't know. Anyway, it seemed goddam clear why Seymour wanted me to shine my shoes when I went on the air. It made sense. Good grammar is like Zooey shining his shoes: nobody cares, but you're going to get it right nonetheless. So listen up. There will be a quiz. HOPEFULLY PERFECT EVERYONE and THEY SINCE and BECAUSE VERY UNIQUE OVER and MORE THAN DISINTERESTED and UNINTERESTED ITS and IT'S
A BRUTAL MURDER There you go. Ten easy lessons. No, eleven—shine your shoes. Jesse Kornbluth is a New York-based writer and the founder and editor of HeadButler.com. |
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