Happy Birthday Charles Dickens!
February 7, 2005 8:41 AM Subscribe
The Dickens Project. Today is also the birthday of
Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870), English novelist, who in his
American Notes of 1842 made numerous scathing observations about speech patterns he had noted during his five-month visit to the United States that year. He wrote, for example, that once he had left the more cosmopolitan areas of
New York and
Boston, nasal drawls were the rule, the grammar was "more than doubtful," and the "
oddest vulgarisms" were "received idioms." he was so caustic that the normally mild and diplomatic
Ralph Waldo Emerson was moved to defend his countrymen from Dickens's characterizations:
"No such conversations ever occur in this country, in real life, as he relates. He has picked up and noted with eagerness each odd local phase that he met with, and when he had a story to relate, has joined them together, so that the result is the broadest caricature."
YEAH Ralph! Back in the day, that was what we would now call a "
Verbal Beatdown" (Nas lyrics, probably NSFW)
posted by indiebass (11 comments total)
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Very orderly and methodical he looked, with a hand on each knee, and
a loud watch ticking a sonorous sermon under his flapped waist-coat,
as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the levity and
evanescence of the brisk fire. He had a good leg, and was a little
vain of it, for his brown stockings fitted sleek and close, and were
of a fine texture; his shoes and buckles, too, though plain, were
trim. He wore an odd little sleek crisp flaxen wig, setting very
close to his head: which wig, it is to be presumed, was made of hair,
but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of
silk or glass. His linen, though not of a fineness in accordance
with his stockings, was as white as the tops of the waves that broke
upon the neighbouring beach, or the specks of sail that glinted in
the sunlight far at sea. A face habitually suppressed and quieted,
was still lighted up under the quaint wig by a pair of moist bright
eyes that it must have cost their owner, in years gone by, some pains
to drill to the composed and reserved expression of Tellson's Bank.
He had a healthy colour in his cheeks, and his face, though lined,
bore few traces of anxiety. But, perhaps the confidential bachelor
clerks in Tellson's Bank were principally occupied with the cares of
other people; and perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand
clothes, come easily off and on.
granted some of his characters are nice, but trying to use every word in the english language on the description of one man is not good writing.
posted by sourbrew at 9:06 AM on February 7, 2005