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Tough as Nails. Hard to Swallow.

The college football season is at its end – for all practical purposes – and Bowl Week has come and gone. With that behind us, the cliché-quotient will again draw down to a bearable level. Football announcers are likely the greatest perpetrators of the hackneyed phrase, those sayings that are “as good as gold.”

I was in hopes of hearing a cliché for the ages but it just didn’t happen. I wanted the color-announcer to describe the ball-carrier as being adept at “running north and south downhill in space when taking it to the house.” There are probably a dozen others that could have been stacked on to build the perfect collective.

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No one seems to find the humor in the clichéd phrase quite the The New Yorker, which has long been the go-to source for cartoon versions, as demonstrated by their ballplayer-in-the-boardroom example. They knock ’em ‘out of the park.’

Rivka Galchen writes on the topic of clichés in the Sunday Book Review of this weekend’s New York Times. It’s an interesting column, even if she fails to address the headline: Why Do We Hate Cliché? She does a great job describing how our language has been shaped by phrases that have been passed down for generations.

They often endure even when the times and places that produced them have passed on. When, for example, did we start to say “passed on”? When did glory start showing up in blazes and majorities become vast? When did war become something we wage? When did social commentary so often become searing, and was it around the same time that a certain demographic took a fancy to seared scallops? Why is lyrical something we wax, and why is a whip something we want to be as smart as? At some point someone’s goat was got, someone’s envelope was pushed and the mouth of someone’s gift horse was examined. None of these things happen any more. But we still use the old phrases…

As notable clichés go, I have my own list. I’ve wondered, for example, why treasure is always in a trove. Why does a bus that has left the dangerous roadway always ‘plunge’ into the ravine? How come people die of ‘apparent’ heart attacks? How are they apparent without an EKG machine attached? And is ‘passing away’ somehow different when it isn’t apparent and simply a – heart attack?

There are just so many.

Then, there are some that have to be appreciated for their originality (an oxymoron there… the original cliché). ESPN’s Stuart Scott, who on Sunday lost a long-running battle with cancer, had my admiration early on in his career, with his description of a player performing under duress: He was as “cool as the other side of the pillow,” a phrase that suited Mr. Scott himself. No doubt there are others to his credit, but they are phrases so distinct as to be nearly his trademarks, and their usage by another announcer would be akin to plagiarism.

On the other hand (and why is it on a different hand? Never a foot!), scoring a touchdown is invariably accomplished by “taking it to the house.” The able pass receiver has “big mitts” more often than not. And he’d get his “boots on the ground” just as soon as he quits “running in space.” Truthfully, if there is not a space to run in, the fellow with the ball is pretty quickly brought to the ground. Sometimes, “smash-mouth-football” style.

There are fewer bells being rung, given the new attention to the serious effects of concussions, but that particular cliché-chime hasn’t completely left us. And I don’t object to all the tried-and-true phrases. Give me a “Hail Mary” at the end of any close game, when the “long bomb” is the trailing team’s only prayer for a win.

Frankly, I believe ESPN is “missing the boat” in failing to capitalize on the frequency of the Big-C deliveries. Maybe a downloadable scorecard on which each trite description could be noted, with some Las Vegas odds tossed in to make a wagering sport of it. I’d be “happy as a clam” to keep a running score.

While you are warming up to that idea, I’ll remind you to come in out of the cold for lunch this week. Irish Stew, Shepherd’s Pie, and Potato Soup are the perfect comfort food when it’s as Cold As A…

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McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
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On the Eve of that Special Day.

I’m sitting in the shop. It’s Christmas Eve. The fact that I’m sitting down at the computer is a sure indication that something is different. Normally, on Christmas Eve, there is colorful wrapping paper scattered across a table, tape dispenser at hand, scissors nearby, and a frenetic energy zapping through the surrounding air. News flash: My small stack of presents is already wrapped and ready.

It may be a sign of End Times.

That deadline-induced adrenaline rush has been a lifelong companion, but I have to admit it feels pretty good right now, looking over and realizing that the wrapping-thing is already finished, and the day is just getting started.

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As the season winds down, it is clear to see what a difference a year makes! The bitter winter weather last year, coming on the heels of construction delays in the Rose District, made for tough shopping. But I’m not complaining now, and tried not to then. Survived it, I did – and hung around for another go ‘round. Last year’s experience has made it especially heartwarming this month, watching all the shoppers and browsers wandering up and down the sidewalks.

And so the gifts are wrapped, carols are filling the shop, the smell of cinnamon is in the air (okay, so that part is not true…) and the Spirit of the Season has settled in. There have been inquiries about books this morning, well-wishes exchanged, and plenty of stories and smiles being shared.

I can look over at the tree by the front door and take heart that the poor thing has made it through the entire month wearing nothing but good intentions. When asked about its lack of decoration, I’ve been explaining to folks that it is a Norwegian Nude spruce. A couple of people have believed it, I think – perhaps a result of my sincerely delivered malarkey.

But this is no Blarney… I hope your day and days are the best of your life to date, filled with all the things that only this time of year can bring. Life is a gift. When others share theirs with us, it makes our own so much more grand.

Thank you for your gifts to me this year.

Merry Christmas to all!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Bubbling under the Hot 100…

We love our lists here in America. Top 20 football teams. The Billboard Hot 100. Letterman’s Top Ten. Lists everywhere. You can even find the Book of Lists, original and international versions.

Some lists are strictly fact. Most NFL passing touchdowns: Peyton Manning. Some lists are strictly subjective. Rolling Stone Magazines’ Greatest 500 Albums of All Time: #1, The Beatles, Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. (I personally have no severe objection to that one, although I would have several others in close contention on my list. There are plenty of people, no doubt, that would not have Sgt Pepper’s in their Top 10, and that’s my point exactly.)

There are a couple of titles missing over in the American and English literature section, and my unfortunately-mental inventory system could not produce which ones to reorder. Easy enough to figure out, I guessed. Just print out a list of the Top 100 novels of all time. Bound to be on that list.

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Two lists popped up on the Random House site, at the top of the Google search. They offer “The Board’s List” and “The Reader’s List.” As I read down the columns they both seemed more and more like a complete joke. Apparently great writing only came about after 1900.

Looking down the list, I cannot find a single author on the Random House “board’s list” who died before 1900. (I don’t know if “The Board” signifies ‘Editorial Board,’ ‘Board of Directors,” or ‘Board Books.’) I’ve read some pretty engaging novels from the 18th and 19th centuries. You may have heard of a title or two from then as well: Three Musketeers, Oliver Twist, Les Miserable, for example.

The board selects James Joyce’s Ulysses as the best novel ever, followed by The Great Gatsby, and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. James Joyce holds two of the top three places. I’m not disputing Joyce as a great writer. But two of the top three? Of all time? Really?

The reader’s list has Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead as the top two of all time. Since paper was invented. She has to be the best writer ever then, by default. Readers, are you sure about that? Certainly they both deserve places on the list, and maybe plenty of votes – but numbers one and two? I don’t know. Maybe the reader’s selection for the third best novel of all time soured my opinion.

If you were stranded on a desert island and could take along the Random House reader’s top three books to tide you over until your rescue, you’d get the box set from Ayn Rand – and for your third volume?

L. Ron Hubbard’s Battlefield Earth.

That’s right. A science fiction alien-invasion title beats out Animal Farm, Catcher in the Rye, To Kill a Mockingbird, Lord of the Flies (oh, I could just keep typing and typing on this sentence…)

Truly?

Since Mr Hubbard landed three titles in the top ten, I’m guessing that the list is a little skewed. In fact, Canadian “urban fantasy” writer Charles de Lint landed six titles in the reader’s Best 100 Novels of all time. I wonder if Mr de Lint himself might be a little embarrassed by that, however flattering. Without question, his fan base is a force to be reckoned with.

As for our literature section, I highlighted in yellow each title on Random House’s two lists that was absent from the inventory. I’m confident that most of these won’t be ordered in the near future. Catch-22 and the Grapes of Wrath ought to be in stock, and will be again next delivery. I’m sold out of Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor, but haven’t had a request for it in some time. I’ll keep an eye out for that one.

As for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? That’s a skipper, even at #73 on the RH reader’s list. It may be an occasional seller, and it had its day (or week). But a book called Oliver Twist by an author that did not get a single one of his fifteen novels on either list – outsells Zen by a margin of ten to one. And that’s just the Dover Thrift edition. As a work in the public domain, any publisher can release its own version. Add together all the different copies from various publishers and Oliver Twist sales beat Zen’s – like a drum.

My guess is, Random House doesn’t publish any titles by Charles Dickens. And that’s likely why his name is absent from two separate lists containing 100 great novels.

From the results of my Google search, I could probably produce a lengthy list of various “Top 100” novels of all time. And each one would probably have a different winner. I’ll make a list of reasons why. (Or not.)

Real classics? We’ve got ‘em (amongst plenty of other books)!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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