Concreteness, compactness, concision--put it any way you
like--is something that good writing is based on. Or you may call it, as
Jacques Barzun did in the title and content of an important book, “Simple and
Direct,” which comes pretty much to the same thing. I myself have always been
astonished at an overstuffed sentence and inscrutable paragraph, wondering
about how many respectable authors can lack clarity and require poring over a
certain piece of their writing, sometimes in vain..
There are of course subjects that are beyond the
comprehension of the general reader (though not as many as one might think),
but I am concerned with matters that could be made perfectly clear, but
egregiously aren’t.
To be sure, there have been great writers to whom long and
complicated sentences came naturally—one thinks of Proust and Henry James, for
example—and who could get away with it. Yet that is mostly in
fiction, whereas I am thinking chiefly of exposition.
But not exclusively. Even in verse, for instance, how powerful through its brevity
is William Norman Ewer’s poem running thus in its entirety: “How odd/ Of God/
To choose/The Jews.” I am, of course, not advocating that all poems should be
four lines of monometer, but merely instancing a salient example of what
concision can do.
Everyone concedes that concision is mandatory in the witty
retort. Famously, when the Earl of Sandwich said to John Wilkes, “’Pon my
honor, Wilkes, I don’t know whether you’ll die on the gallows or of the pox,”
Wilkes replied, “That must depend, my Lord, upon whether I first embrace your
Lordship’s principles or your Lordship’s mistresses.” This could be even more
compact without the “must” or the plural “mistresses,” but much depends
precisely on a mere two extra syllables to make the answer that much stronger.
That kind of
economy--mandatory in the retort, aphorism or epigram--can be just as effective
in various kinds of writing. While we are at it, isn’t it interesting that
under he entry “Concision,” the Heritage Dictionary offers a bit from, of all
people, Henry James: “the quick, direct discrimination of this eye, which explains
the vivid concision of his descriptions.”
Even the fact that we have such synonyms or near-synonyms as
concise, terse, pregnant, testifies to the importance of the matter. Here let
me recall the most famous historic instance of concision, Julius Caesar’s
“Veni, vidi, vinci,” which echoes down the centuries undiminished in stature.
And it behooves us to remember that Caesar was, among other things, quite a
writer. By the way, in that verbal triangulation, while “I came” and “I
conquered” are potent enough, it is the “I saw” that is the most unexpected,
most striking, and most suggestive of all.
The next most famous piece of historic concision is
Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, whose terseness stood out even more powerfully
coming after Everett’s lengthy oration. Granted, concision is not easy. Recall
Woodrow Wilson’s “If I am to speak for ten minutes, I need a week for
preparation; if fifteen minutes, three days; if half an hour, two days; if an
hour, I am ready now.”
The opposite of “concise” is, of course, “verbose,” and we
know, or ought to know, how insulting that is when judiciously applied. It was
of David Copperield that Robert
Graves pointed out that, just by cutting every “little,” it could be made, I
forget exactly how many pages shorter. That was a reflection mostly on
Dickens’s sentimentality, but, indirectly, also on his wordiness. And for lack
of concision in speech, we have terms like garrulity, loquacity, talkativeness
and, if you look up the last-named in the dictionary, a bunch of other
synonyms. Needless to say, what is offensive in speech is just as culpable in
writing, probably even more so.
Admittedly, there are some specious excuses, such as your
writing being paid by the word inducing you to become wordier. But that is
surely a shabby excuse, even granting that in our culture, or lack thereof,
writing can be shamelessly underpaid. The sound of one’s own voice, whether in
talk or in writing, makes for a poor love object, as even unsophisticated
hearers or readers will readily concede. Absolved only is dramatic effect, as
when in “King Lear” the word “kill” or the word “never” is repeated several
times; extreme rage and extreme grief are accorded the privilege of such
iteration, on the stage as in life.
In any case, repetition is not the same as prolixity. The
former will make you boring, but it is the latter that makes you inept. There
are further possible reasons for verbosity. Greed, flattery, evasiveness,
mendacity and other undesirables come to mind. To return to “King Lear,” it is
the unloving daughters that are wordmongers; the loving daughter is wonderfully
concise.
I forget who it
was that summarized the play as “a man has three daughters, which proves
sufficient to drive him insane.” That kind of concisions—except when, as here,
as a joke—is manifestly undesirable. And for comic purposes, verbosity can be
immensely effective. Think of Polonius or, better yet, of Cyrano in the
monologue of the nose. Conversely, though, there is the line in a play
that—quite undeservedly—always gets a laugh. It is when, after some long,
rambling speech by one character, another replies with “No shit?” Although the
terseness there is reinforced by scatology, I consider it no laughing matter.
But there is also love. Lovers are traditionally allowed, or
even expected, to give vent to their emotions in a flow, even torrent, of
impassioned words. Here eloquence, rhetoric, hyperbole, and all kinds of
high-flown comparisons tend to be pardoned, whether in writing, utterance, or
artful susurration. All this, however, only for the beloved person’s eye or
ear; everyone else’s stomach might be justified in turning.
But I must stop before readers of this blog post accuse me
of lack if concision.
