Synopses & Reviews
Fresh-squeezed Lexicology, with Twists
No man of letters savors the ABCs, or serves them up, like language-loving humorist Roy Blount Jr. His glossary, from ad hominy to zizz, is hearty, full bodied, and out to please discriminating palates coarse and fine. In 2008, he celebrated the gists, tangs, and energies of letters and their combinations in Alphabet Juice, to wide acclaim. Now, Alphabetter Juice. Which is better.
This book is for anyone—novice wordsmith, sensuous reader, or career grammarian—who loves to get physical with words. What is the universal sign of disgust, ew, doing in beautiful and cutie? Why is toadless, but not frogless, in the Oxford English Dictionary? How can the U. S. Supreme Court find relevance in gollywoddles? Might there be scientific evidence for the sonicky value of hunch? And why would someone not bother to spell correctly the very word he is trying to define on Urbandictionary.com?
Digging into how locutions evolve, and work, or fail, Blount draws upon everything from The Tempest to The Wire. He takes us to Iceland, for salmon-watching with a “girl gillie,” and to Georgian England, where a distinguished etymologist bites off more of a “giantess” than he can chew. Jimmy Stewart appears, in connection with kludge and the bombing of Switzerland. Litigation over supercalifragilisticexpialidocious leads to a vintage werewolf movie; news of possum-tossing, to metanarrative.
As Michael Dirda wrote in The Washington Post Book World, “The immensely likeable Blount clearly possesses what was called in the Italian Renaissance ‘sprezzatura, that rare and enviable ability to do even the most difficult things without breaking a sweat.” Alphabetter Juice is brimming with sprezzatura. Have a taste.
The humorist and panelist on public radio's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me pours a tall glass of wordplay witticism curmudgeonry and anecdote in this beguiling follow up to Alphabet Juice. Leafing through the Oxford English Dictionary and other respectable sources Blount compiles his own facetious lexicon of terms that pique his interest and prod him into a ramble. "Sonicky" words always get high marks for sheer auto evocativeness— " ‘splotch' explodes from the mouth and makes an unmissable mess of itself"—but any dubious etymology quaint and off color usage or over reaching lexicographer's dictat is liable to get him going. Then he's off into historical digressions ("not until 1598 did prick appear as an insult") grammatical rants (you all is not singular Yank) miscellaneous peeves (Karl Rove's prose people who think somebody else wrote Shakespeare's plays) and always a shaggy dog story he wants to tell. Such is the force of the author's free associational logic that the entry on meta narrative carries us straight through Jean François Lyotard's theory of the postmodern to international news reports of a rash of hog and possum hurling misdemeanors in Mississippi. Blount's hilarious collection of riffs and raves adds up to a cantankerous ode to the English language in all its shambling grace. (May) " Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved."
"The humorist and panelist on public radio's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me pours a tall glass of wordplay, witticism, curmudgeonry, and anecdote in this beguiling follow-up to Alphabet Juice. Leafing through the Oxford English Dictionary and other respectable sources, Blount compiles his own facetious lexicon of terms that pique his interest and prod him into a ramble. 'Sonicky' words always get high marks for sheer auto-evocativeness 'âÇÿsplotch' explodes from the mouth and makes an unmissable mess of itself' but any dubious etymology, quaint and off-color usage, or over-reaching lexicographer's dictat is liable to get him going. Then he's off into historical digressions ('not until 1598 did prick appear as an insult'), grammatical rants (you-all is not singular, Yank), miscellaneous peeves (Karl Rove's prose, people who think somebody else wrote Shakespeare's plays), and, always, a shaggy-dog story he wants to tell. Such is the force of the author's free-associational logic that the entry on meta-narrative carries us straight through Jean-Francois Lyotard's theory of the postmodern to international news reports of a rash of hog- and possum-hurling misdemeanors in Mississippi. Blount's hilarious collection of riffs and raves adds up to a cantankerous ode to the English language in all its shambling grace. (May)" Publishers Weekly (Starred Review) (Copyright PWyxz LLC)
"Lamenting critics of finicky language users, humorist Blount declares that when it comes to language, he intends to 'finick' until the day he dies. And finick he does, with joy and curiosity and a great appreciation for words....Writers and readers will love this book." Booklist
A Heaping Helping of Letters, Words, Gists, and Energies from a Beloved HumoristRoy Blount Jr. has made his living using words in every medium, print or electronic, except greeting cards. After his twenty-first book, Alphabet Juice (2008), it finally seemed he’d gotten over his ABC’s. But a single glass of Juice could never contain the etymological goulash that always simmers on the back burner of Blount’s mind. Thus, Alphabetter Juice, a second helping of Blount’s dexterous wordplay and linguistic legerdemain. Rather than proper English, Blount prescribes an “over-the-counter” mélange of a language, unearthing a slew of factoids, fripperies, and flabbergasting phenomena that will change the way you speak—or misspeak.Blount rejects the standard linguistic notion that the connection between words and their meanings is “arbitrary.” As he tells it, the look and sound of our words is pinned crucially to their “definitions”—whatever those are. From sources as venerable as the OED (in which Blount finds an inconsistency, at whisk) and as new as urbandictionary.com (to which Blount has contributed the number-one definition of “alligator arm”), and especially from the author’s own wide-ranging experience, the freshly squeezed Alphabetter Juice derives a natural take on language that is unlike, and more fun than, any other. Drink up.
About the Author
Roy Blount Jr. is the author of twenty-one previous books, covering subjects from the Pittsburgh Steelers to Robert E. Lee to what dogs are thinking. He is a regular panelist on NPRs Wait, Wait . . . Dont Tell Me! and is a member of the American Heritage Dictionary Usage Panel. Born in Indianapolis and raised in Decatur, Georgia, Blount now lives in western Massachusetts with his wife, the painter Joan Griswold.