Category Archives: Library

Of typos, misspellings and bad grammar

I’ve really enjoyed the process of writing, rewriting, finding good editing and proofreading and learning how to manipulate digital photographs to design the covers for two self-published, or indie, print-on-demand books of fiction.

It’s also given me a lot of sympathy for others who try to finish the long and tricky process with a product of more than ordinary merit—and without a lot of “construction dust,” as Austin meteorologist and author Tim Vasquez calls it, meaning typos, misspellings, and grammatical errors. Sympathy, but sometimes little patience.

Including little patience for those who enjoy sneering at such work (“I only got to page 45″), comparing it to mainstream publishing’s allegedly more exacting standards. Maybe in the past, but no more. I’m always reading a book and I find almost as many proofreading problems with mainstream stuff as DIY. True, misspellings and bad grammar are less likely in the mainstream but, clearly, in the rush to make a profit not all of the last-minute jobs are being done.

Still, I soldier on, as ever reading and reading, and these days working on a non-fiction book of Texana. Even ebooks are interesting. I still prefer print on paper, but the ebook prices, usually being so much lower than paper products, are enticing.

The J-Word

This is a wonderful novel about the Jews of London, observant and secular, and their struggles with identity and anti-Jewish hostility  (“In every generation…”). Jack Silver, who thought he raised a secular like himself discovers otherwise and is charmingly transformed by a tradition-seeking grandchild. There is also the fractured, multicultural British welfare state and the delays, indifference and friction it inevitably produces. I was already smitten with author Andrew Sanger’s 4th edition of “Fodor’s Exploring Israel” (which is a visit all by itself) so I was not surprised to find he had such a good story in him and the talent to convey it with humor and substance. I can’t imagine how anyone could be anything but pleased with either volume. And in light of the probability that “The J-Word” will not be seconded for some time, I have begun reading it again.

UPDATE:  A good interview with the author on his intentions. And a nice link from him, as well. Thank you.

Heavy Planet

Hal Clement’s classic hard SF novellas here about alien contact, Mission of Gravity and Star Light, with a couple of connected short stories thrown in, make for wonderful reading, and some free education in elementary physics and chemistry.

MG hardly suffers from being so old that the humans employ slide rules and photographic film, and the author wisely continues it in the more recent SL. It’s also almost unnoticeable that there is, as other reviewers of his other books have pointed out, no sex and no violence—not even a sharp argument between the humans and the aliens.

Instead, the stories move along on resolving the inevitable hazards as the hydrogen-breathing Mesklinites (variously described as grotesque worms, caterpillars or centipedes about three feet long) explore their own high-gravity planet and, later, a similar one three parsecs away, as contract employees (and, simultaneously, students and respected friends) of the humans.

What makes it work is the interplay between the species and the way Clements’ aliens mimic human emotions and behavior, including occasional paranoia and deception, despite their significant physiological differences. I was sad to finish. It’s a pity the author is no longer alive to continue this rich story of human scientists, linguists and administrators hesitantly helping the Mesklinites gradually move from being sailors on methane seas in ammonia storms to pilots of interstellar spacecraft.

The real “blind side”

Haven’t a thing against Austinite actress Sandra Bullock’s winning an Oscar  for playing a rich, religious, patriotic Southern white lady who befriends and helps a poor, homeless black kid become an NFL lineman.

How much more worth seeing the movie would be, however, if her character was a rich, religious, patriotic Southern (yes!) black lady who befriended and helped a poor, homeless white kid become a point guard in the NBA. That one I’d go see. This other, not likely, thanks.

Legacy media funny

It’s a putdown of the InterTubes from 1995 and it’s from Newsweak. Who else?

Throw Da Bums Out

Vote For Mr. Rhythm
Music by Ralph Rainger, Words by Leo Robin, Al Siegel

Vote for Mr. Rhythm –
Raise up your voice,
And vote for Mr. Rhythm,
The people’s choice.

You’ll be happy with him –
Take my advice,
And vote for Mr. Rhythm;
I’m voting twice!

Ev’ryone’s a friend of his;
His campaign slogan is,
“Change Your Woe
Into a Wo-De-Ho!”

Vote for Mr. Rhythm –
Let freedom ring,
And soon we’ll all be singing,
“Of thee I swing!”

In the Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb version, of course.

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!

So we stood on the quay with Sam and Merry and Pippen and watched Frodo and Bilbo sail away with Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel, at the end of The Return of the King. For my son’s second time and my thirteenth or fourteenth.

And when I reached the last sentence and the trilogy we’d been using for bedtime stories for most of his seventh year was over, Mr. B. said he wanted to start all over again with The Hobbit. I said I needed a break of a day or two. Much as I love Tolkien’s melodic prose, particularly his descriptions of the landscape in the turn of the seasons, reading him aloud takes some work.

But there’s a definite payoff. I finally got the names down to where I could pronounce them as J. R. R. intended. And it’s undeniable that Mr. B.  got a certain far-away dreamy look listening to these adventures that he didn’t even with Narnia and Treasure Island. Then there is the reward of his admission, a few days ago, that despite enjoying the LoTR movies, which he had watched over and over again, he’d decided that he really preferred the books.