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Foreword
(excerpt)
The ancients wrote at a time when the great art of writing badly had not yet been invented. In those days to write at all meant to write well. --Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
My name is Stanford Pritchard. I'm a writer who has written seven works of fiction (one of which, Terminal Vibrato and Other Stories, is currently in print), as well as numerous poems and plays. I have written and/or worked for The New York Review of Books, The New York Free Press, The International Philosophical Quarterly, Cavalier, and other journals. My work (poems, plays, essays, short stories, and excerpts from novels) can be viewed at www.stanfordpritchard.com.
William Strunk, Jr., was a professor of English at Cornell University where, in 1918, he published The Elements of Style, a little book of grammatical and stylistic rules for the use of his students. In 1957, one of those students, E.B. White, at the time an editor and writer for The New Yorker (and the author of Stuart Little and Charlotte's Web), added to, and revised the book; he revised it again in 1972 and 1979, and subsequent editions appeared in 1999 (with minor revisions made anonymously) and 2005 (with illustrations). The meeting of these two minds, Strunk and White (Strunk died in 1946, White in 1985), proved serendipitous. The book has sold millions of copies, and today is known almost as much by the names of its authors as by its title.
From time to time people say to me: "Your work is so well crafted." At first I took this as a compliment, but eventually I began to think: No, no, no! My work is not well crafted! I simply write according to the rules and procedures I was taught, the rules and procedures whose observation was noteworthy in all the good writers I read! (I recently read two books and the copy on a record jacket, both from the 1960s, that left me feeling: Hell, people don't even know, anymore, what it is to write like this, they don't even see how simply good, solid, and elegant this writing is. I was left with the melancholy feeling that I was visiting a lost world.) It disheartens me to say it, but most of what I read, nowadays, is pedestrian at best, sloppy at midpoint, and atrocious at worst. Newspaper and magazine articles are riddled with infelicities and outright grammatical errors, and clichés, buzzwords, and hackneyed expressions are everywhere; I am routinely left pining for that lost world of the Fifties and Sixties, all the while asking myself, what went wrong?....
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First published January 1, 1918