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Oh, Say Can You Say?

Love the book True Grit. Fantastic dialogue. Even those who’ve only seen the movie are inclined to comment on the manner of speech.

It’s partly because our language is disappearing.

The OMGs and LOLs are contributing, no doubt, but words were becoming a problem long before cellphones and texting. We can’t say long words anymore. I don’t know if we’re unable to mouth them, or just don’t have the time.

One of the latest of the bothersome abbreviations: APP. There have been any number of comics strips in the newspaper touching on it. Pickles, the grandfatherly strip carried daily in the Tulsa World had its main character remark that he’d seen so many commercials about “an app for that,” that he had to lay down and take “an app.” Naps notwithstanding, there is confusion among the non-techs about the meaning.

Application. Say it. Application. It does take a little longer, and in the commercial it would have been impossible to repeat over and over “there’s an application for that.”

As a language lover, I find it is troublesome to lose words over fads, products, or altered perceptions. Application has become App, at least in this application.

Cellular phones became cells. With further abbreviation they turned into cels. Lose a pesky L. Facsimile machines became faxes. We used to have medications, now just meds. The Miami Hurricanes became the ‘Canes. Florida Seminoles? The ‘Noles. The temperatures got too extreme and became temps. Where amused responses once ruled, there is merely an 😉 .

Kristen Glover touts her Dad’ll-Do-It!’s car dealership at “I-44 Memorial.” The intersection disappeared. It is no longer at I-44 AND Memorial. Anywhere we can lose a word or a syllable or two – apparently, we must.

ROFL.

Therein lies the guilty pleasure of True Grit. It is set in the late 1800’s, when people still enjoyed the eloquence of conversation, sentences filled with words of the literate in quantities sufficient enough to require commas. There was nothing else to do back then but listen to the speaker, and speak they did.

Download the book, if you must. There’s an App for that. Let’s read.

Yawna? (Do you want to?)

Grit. Truly.

Since I sell books, I can’t really collect them (although I have amassed a fair-sized horde). That is to say, most my books have a price tag on them. I decided some time ago that I could allow myself to keep five books that would constitute my private collection, not for sale.

Then, I was showing one off, and the lady asked my price for it, then agreed to pay it. The book was well worth the money, but I wish I had kept it, since its replacement isn’t near as nice a copy.

True Grit

First Edition cover True Grit

My five favorite list had a bump-out last week, and the replacement came in this morning. After finishing True Grit by Charles Portis, I decided it needed to be in my five favorite books of all time. The First Edition copy has a nice dustjacket with its original price – a nice, solid copy. (I had two Charles Dickens tales in my 5 favorites, but I haven’t decided which one drops out of the top five…)

I don’t read westerns, as a rule, although I enjoy historical fiction. I don’t watch western movies either, in general, although I have greatly enjoyed several. I never saw John Wayne’s version of True Grit, so my reading of the story was a completely new experience, prompted by the release of the Coen Brothers’ film version of the book. I haven’t seen it either, but a number of folks came straight from the theater to the book store, wanting to read a copy. I ordered it in, and decided to take it up myself.

Charles Portis attended school and worked in NW Arkansas, and his experiences there no doubt contributed to his extensive vocabulary of regional dialectic idioms that make his quest tale so compelling. The story of the good guys chasing the bad guys has been told since the first human campfire – but rarely in the satisfying style of True Grit.

I could not put the book down. Half of it was devoured in a single setting, and it was finished off two days later. Even the results of my tendancy to compile critique items seemed petty. It is the most satisfying read I’ve had since – since I don’t know when.

It is particularly satisfying to know that a book written fairly recently (1968 is recent when compared to the stories published since Gutenberg first worked the kinks out of his printing press…) – can claim a place amongst so many classics, even if it is in my own humble estimation.

Please don’t ask a price on it just yet… I’d love to own this First Edition for a short while, anyway – at least until the taste of having devoured it so quickly diminishes just a little.