As some of you know and lots of you don’t
if you haven’t read my blog bio, I’m a bit of language fanatic. I can become
quite fascinated by an unexpected use of a subjunctive, the rule for making a
comparative – more happy or happier? - and quite the pedant about when to use
‘fewer’ and when to use ‘less’. Which, on re-reading, doesn’t make me look like
the ideal person to invite for dinner unless you’re having a gathering of
English teachers or other people who like to disappear into a place where the
sun doesn’t shine.
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| I avoided a split infinitive! Image courtesy of Stockimages at FreeDigitalPhotos.net |
Anyway, my
little language antennae were twitching like a badger’s whiskers on Saturday
when The Times ran a feature on the
importance of keeping alive minority languages, such as Cornish, Guernésiais and Manx. (It’s a fascinating article to which I’d love to be
able to post a link but you have to subscribe to The Times to read).
One of the
brilliant points that the article made was that there are words that perhaps
occur in only one language in the world but encompass a thought or a feeling
that we would all like to articulate
occasionally. Having lived in Spain, Italy and Corsica in my distant youth,
there are still words that I have never managed to translate into a perfect
English equivalent.
In The Class Ceiling, my Basque heroine uses verguenza
ajena, a gorgeous Spanish expression meaning ‘embarrassment at other
people’s actions’, a kind of blushing on behalf of someone else, who isn't even aware they've made an excruciating social gaffe. The other
thing the Spaniards do well when they bump into someone they know in the street
is say, ‘Hola’ if they are going to
chat and ‘Hasta luego’ (See you
later) if they are acknowledging you but not intending to halt their march forwards, thus avoiding
the weird 'Will they/won't they stop to speak' dance.
In Italy,
leaving aside their lovely swear words, (as unlike my imperfect real life, I’ve
made this blog a curse-free zone), my favourite is ‘fare brutta figura’ –
literally to ‘make a bad figure’ – make a fool of yourself or make a bad
impression. Although I’m wondering if I should revisit my self-imposed politesse because I am laughing at the
fabulous Italian phrases for helping unwanted guests on their way (‘Go and
poo!’ - or maybe slightly more vulgar in translation). I’m intrigued that Catholic countries
tend to have swear words linked to religion, pigs and dogs where as British
profanities usually refer to sex/parts of the body. I think that will have to
be the subject of another blog…
In The Times’ selection of words we can’t
live without, my favourites are Iktsuarpok
from the Inuit language, which means going outside to check if anyone is coming
to your party and Hygge (Danish) for
the genial, intimate feeling of sitting round a fire with friends.
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| Oh darling, it's so lovely and peaceful here Image courtesy of Graeme Weatherston at FreeDigitalPhotos.net |
The ideas I’d like to be
encapsulated in one simple word are:
- The moment you realise the dog is going to eat the picnic belonging to the woman with the proper hamper and pristine tartan rug.
- The instant you flip from annoyance at the mistake your child has made to a desire to comfort them in their distress.
- The realisation that even though certain friends always accept your invitations, they don’t actually like you very much.
- The momentary not recognising yourself in the mirror because, in your mind, you are much younger.
- That nervous patting of the face you do when you’re talking to someone and you are not quite sure whether you’ve got toothpaste round your mouth, or worse, something hanging out of your nose.
- The feeling you get when someone comes out to fix the fridge and before they get through the door, you can hear the sound of nails rasping across a chin, preceding the immortal words, ‘It’s gonna cost ya.’
- The mortification you feel when a workman moves a sofa, washing machine or bed and discovers something unsavoury beneath it.
And if you’re
reading this blog on Thursday 6 June…you can enjoy lots of language put
together in a funny way to make a tale of school gate snobbery and romance. THE
CLASS CEILING…for FREE…one day only…download at http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Class-Ceiling-ebook/dp/B00ANUAN72
or at http://www.amazon.com/The-Class-Ceiling-ebook/dp/B00ANUAN72
if you are one of my lovely readers in the US. Tell your friends!
