This morning, the Sunday New York Times delivered a shot upside the head before I even read about Ebola or the insanity that is ISIS.The bag. It was the bag. There, in the upper right corner
“Bring it Back” from the NYT. Bring it Back? Really? Not “Recycle it?”
Since the delivery person already brought it to me, it has no further place to be brought, does it?
Seems to me (and very few other curmudgeons, apparently) that we are in an era of grammatical entropy. Articles on the subject seem to concentrate on the reality that language evolves (Duh…), that grammar really needs to represent what people speak, and so on. Maybe it’s that the brave new 140-character thought processes we seem to be bathed in so much of the time just can’t contemplate fine distinction, but the bring/take distinction is, it seems to me, different than, e.g., the who/whom distinction. Making all mentions of movement become ‘bring’ loses an important distinction, possibly … no, probably … causing confusion. Who/whom rarely does that, because it’s usually obvious to whom we are referring in a sentence. (And then there’s the issue of ending the sentence with a preposition.) (And sentence fragments.)
Maybe I need to find the address of the presumably long-suffering NYT delivery person and add to what must be a mountain of plastic bags in his/her living room.
Of course, it’s possible that all material things are meant to be brought to that black hole where odd socks and occasionally car keys are said to reside, from which they can never be taken out (of). Now, that’s entropy.
One of the things I’m learning from reading other people’s work in progress is the importance and unimportance of mechanics. In several groups, I’ve read stuff that’s mechanically exquisite but not very interesting. Then the other day, there was a piece with interesting characters and the rhythm of a good song. But I had to keep stopping to reread because the mechanics were ‘invented’ … no quote marks to set off dialog, one-line paragraphs breaking up thoughts, commas where they shouldn’t be, none where they should be, and so on. Maybe James Joyce or Faulkner can do that stuff, but it’s hard for we mortals.
I’m realizing good mechanics make it easier for the reader to enjoy the story. Sure, breaking convention is sometimes important, but it’s harder to pull off that plain vanilla mechanics.
Thank you to the fine folks who responded to my Groped entry (women, I assume, but you never know on the Internet).
(This person looks too much like an ingenue to be Weezy)
I asked to read you a passage describing Louise Napolitani … Weezy in my novels … getting groped by a guy she refers to as ‘the Lizard’ after the fact. She’s at a fancy party, and the Lizard is the host. Does she make a scene? Punch the guy? Perhaps, as one of my friends suggested, dig her heel into his instep? The conclusion was evenly matched between ‘don’t make a scene’ and ‘raise hell’. Another interesting dichotomy was how to handle telling or net telling Joe Mayfield. As she says of her relationship to Joe, “If it ain’t love, it ain’t bad.” Does she tell him, assuming that to not tell him might poison their relationship? Or does she say to herself that she’s a big girl, and she shouldn’t risk prejudicing Joe about his new boss?
Tough questions for Weezy. She’s no shrinking violet, and she’s unwilling to be intimidated by the Lizard. She handles the grope itself with sarcasm but not violence, and she does end up telling Joe the day after the party. I’m still revising, but I will put the scene up in a week or two.
Novice writers get a raft of advice. One of the most repeated is the admonition to ‘Write what you know.’ Probably a good idea. After all, if your character is someone entirely outside of your experience, how will you know how she reacts to the events in the plot?
That brings me to the problem at hand: In my current story, my protagonist Weezy, Joe Mayfield’s special friend (lady friend? See last post ‘Pelvic Affiliate’) attends a business event with him. Now, Weezy is 35 and no shrinking violet. At the event, Joe’s uber-boss slips a hand on Weezy’s behind. I need some help from the women who read this, because I haven’t been groped. Fondled, maybe, and then only in a friendly way. Never groped, though.
What would you do?
There’s some background on Weezy here, although I’m more interested in how YOU would react. The lead-in to the grope is an excerpt from Skins and Bone, here.
If you are willing to answer, write a response to this post. In the response, let me know whether you’re willing to have your answer be public. (I moderate all posts and will not show your response if you tell me it should not be public.)