In Defense of the Thesaurus

I’m calling it. It’s time to confront our bias against the thesaurus.

It doesn’t matter if what’s keeping you from picking up a thesaurus is that you think “real” writers don’t need them or that using one makes you a bad writer; it’s two sides of the same coin, really. And it’s no mystery where the distaste comes from: We all remember that obnoxious kid in our high school English class who never met a four-syllable word they weren’t immediately desperate to use to prove once and for all how worldly and intellectual they were now that they’d turned fifteen. You know who I’m talking about. The kid who called it a “conflagration simulation” instead of a fire drill.

Nobody wants to be that kid. There’s a reason “sounds like somebody was reading the dictionary again” is an insult.

But most of us are way past the days of five paragraph essays and the PSATs. You’re not in any danger of becoming that kid. It’s time to revisit the thesaurus.

For one thing, I can almost guarantee your vocabulary is much improved since high school. Your primary motive in looking up a synonym probably isn’t going to be to show off or score a better grade. It’s way more likely that you’re thinking of a particular word, and it’s like this word, but not that word exactly.

Go to your thesaurus. Chances are it’s gonna be listed under that word that’s close but not quite it.

But the real magic of the thesaurus is that it’s the perfect brainstorming tool when you know what you want to say, but you don’t know how you want to say it.

We’re all taught when we’re younger that the dictionary is the holy grail of writing resources. Not to knock the dictionary—I mean, there’s no thesaurus without a dictionary, and you can’t know if you’ve found the right word if you don’t know what it means—but just like it’s kind of hard to look up a word you don’t know how to spell, it’s hard to look up a word when you don’t even know what word you’re looking for.

With a thesaurus, you don’t need to. Pick a word in the general vicinity of what you think you want to say, and go from there. Think of it like wiki hopping, but for words: You start looking up synonyms of synonyms, and four or five rounds later, you might be nowhere near where you started, but you’ve probably landed somewhere way more interesting. With a better, more precise, more vivid word than whatever you were going to use as a substitute.

Sister, Sister*

If you’re a longtime reader, you might remember Jess talking about her two younger sisters, and if you’re new here—awesome! I am, too.

I’m Kate, the youngest of Jess’s two sisters and the newest member of the Grammatical Art team. I have another sure-to-be adorable nephew on the way, so I’ll be helping out while Jess gets ready for baby no. 2 and filling in for her while she’s away on maternity leave.

I spent my time in undergrad as a copy editor then copy chief for the campus newspaper, taking as many writing courses as I could. But it only took one semester without a single science class for me to realize that I missed it, so I joined a lab and majored in biology. (I spent the rest of my free time in Harry Potter club. Yes, an actual, official club for everything and anything Harry Potter related. Living the dream, guys.)

Four years of splitting your time between hard science and creative writing means you get a lot of “If you like writing, why aren’t you an English major?” and “If you’re a biology major, why are you taking writing classes?” As if it only makes sense to do one or the other; as if the two are so unrelated they might as well exist in different dimensions.

My question was always: Why choose? If I love both, why not do both?

So when Jess and Natalie approached me about getting on board, it seemed like a no-brainer. Working with people who love all things nerdy? Who geek out about grammar and science in equal measure? Count me in.

Needless to say, I can’t wait to work with you all over the next few months, to talk books, talk science, and help keep you in all things grammar!

 

*Yes, this is in fact a shameless reference to the classic 90s sitcom starring Tia and Tamera Mowry.

Book Review: When Breath Becomes Air

This book had been sitting on my shelf for a while, and I’d put off reading it. I’ve desperately wanted to, but I felt the weight of its contents before I’d even put eyes to page.
Paul Kalanithi has cancer. Horrible, debilitating, quick-acting, stage IV cancer. He’s young. And he dies. This may seem like a spoiler, but you know this going in. He never really gets to fully finish his book. And yet, even knowing this, Kalanithi’s story still feels hopeful, warm, inviting.

A man whose right and left brain halves pulled equally, Kalanithi was and always had been an avid reader and lover of literature. Even though he was a neurosurgeon, he also held a Master of Arts in English literature. Writing this book gave him an opportunity to explore the part of him–the writer–that he hadn’t really ever been able to explore before. Aside from the beautiful writing, it’s the juxtaposition of science and art, faith and atheism, and the vibrancy of life even in death that moves the story forward. From a basic look at his childhood and youth to an examination of the difficulties of his career and his illness, I found the book to be thoughtful and thought-provoking.

Kalanithi’s writing is stunning, of course, but it’s his wife’s epilogue to the book that I carry with me still. She carefully and honestly discusses her husband’s death and talks about their decision to bring a child into the world knowing full well he may never live to see that baby’s first birthday. It’s her perspective on his perspective that really pulls at your heart.

This was a quick read, and I highly recommend it. Make sure you’re sitting with a box of tissues for the ending. Happy reading!