3 April 2019
· Reader Poll: Should I return to Oxford endings? ·
I was about to tweet the following when the wavy red line made me stop.
As you can see, my browser disagreed with my spelling of realisation. Even when I have it set to UK English (I bounce back and forth), I get red lines under a lot of words that I don’t consider misspelled.
Not me. I refer to Oxford the Spelling, a style preferred with Oxford the Comma by Oxford the English Dictionary, published in Oxford the City by Oxford the University Press, publisher of editions of Oxford the Shakespeare that deny the existence of Oxford the Author. There’s me.
In a nutshell: when speaking of verbs, OUP calls for -ize endings, while traditional British English favours -ise. OUP’s reasoning has to do with Greek roots, but it’s beside the point here.
I confess that I have been inconsistent. I use -ise now, while my old work employed -ize throughout. I made an inventory.
Annothanized. Click the image for the PDF.
It’s a simplistic argument, but -ize looks American to me now. This was less of a concern in the 1500s. Most Americans are fine people, but I prefer not to be mistaken for one of them. I have enough issues with my identity as it is.
Be that as it may, holding out against Oxford the Behemoth feels like an increasingly futile (not to mention ironic) gesture, so I’m debating opening my -ize again. It returns me in a small way to my past, and nearly everyone is accustomed to it now, no matter which side of the Atlantic is home.
I’d value your opinion.
Privacy disclaimer: I only see pie-charted results, not IPs nor any other identifying information.
This follow-up question is optional, but I’d like to see if nationality is a factor in the above result.
- O heaven! were man
- But constant, he were perfect. That one error
- Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
- Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act V, Scene 4
This post’s title loses its pun if zed, not zee, ends your alphabet. Ever inconstant, I wanted the play on rhyme. I called my metaphorical garment a sweater, to avoid confusion with non-knitted jumpers. These are differences in vocabulary, not spelling. Babel lies in ruins all around us.
- [W]e have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost, 1887
I’m posting baubles while I knit a sweater about my journey through Spanish-occupied Flanders in July of 1574. This excursion hasn’t received nearly the attention given to my stay in Italy the following year. It’s easy to see why not. The Flanders trip’s nature and its brevity meant that I left few footprints behind. No doodled signatures for amusing Americans to find centuries later, hidden in dusty buste. Italy’s influence on many of my plays is manifest, yet my experiences in Flanders also informed the work that followed. The circumstances were different and the results less obvious, but the connection is important.
I’m in the mood to go into this, but it’s a lot of yarn to untangle, and the sweater may be on the needles for a while. Without spoiling what you’ll see when the knitting is done: Flanders was not a cocked-up spy trip. I was not passing funds to the Catholics. Nor was I skedaddling from my child-wife and her vexatious parents, off to the Low Countries to play at soldiers. That was entirely coincidental.