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Edward Bulwer-Lyttonpatron saint of terrible,terrible writers |
There are all kinds of bad writers. Some can’t string simple sentences together; others spew thick clouds of incomprehensible jargon. But in some ways the most annoying bad writers of all are those who are bad writers because they think they are great writers.
Paul Elam is one of those. An influential blogger, at least within the marginal mini-world of the Men’s Rights Movement, Elam writes polemics for The Spearhead and his own web site, A Voice For Men. His topics range from the evils of chivalry to “Death Row and The Pussy Pass.” And they’re full of sentences like this:
Or this, from an essay about the dilemmas of young men today:
Yeah, except that the only battlefields most of these guys have seen have been the multiplayer maps of Halo or Modern Warfare 2.
As you may have already gathered, Elam’s flights of literary fancy are invariably hokey and melodramatic. And they’re essentially meaningless. They say absolutely nothing, while giving the impression that they say an awful lot. Indeed, when you try to nail down the meaning of any of his not-so-fine phrases, they simply fall apart.
In the first quote above, he attempts to smoosh together the KKK and the world of George Orwell’s 1984 into some strange symbol of feminist awfulness. Huh? The KKK is a vigilante group; the villain in 1984 was a totalitarian government. They’re both bad, to be sure, but different kinds of bad. Big Brother wasn’t a Grand Kleagle. It’s a sloppy mix of metaphors that represents some pretty sloppy thinking.
So why am I picking on Elam’s writing style? Shouldn’t I be focusing on the substance of his argument? My point is that you can’t separate the two. Elam’s style is designed to conceal his lack of substance.
Ironically, the person who provides the most insight into what Elam is trying to accomplish with his purportedly elevated prose is none other than Orwell. In his classic essay on “Politics and the English Language,” Orwell took a look at some typically terrible political prose of his day. The two qualities that united all his examples in awfulness were a certain “staleness of imagery” and a “lack of precision.” His analysis fits Elam’s essays to a T:
George Orwell, being Orwellian |
And why is this? Orwell concluded that the airy abstractions, the mixed metaphors, the grand prefabricated phrases all worked together to conceal the true meanings of what was being said, to offer “a defence of the indefensible,” whether one was a Communist defending the Russian purges or an American politician defending the atom bomb.
With Elam, though, we see something slightly different. He’s not defending the indefensible so much as trying to disguise the sheer insubstantiality of some of his central arguments, which would be simply laughable if he hadn’t gussied them up with ponderously “fancy” prose. Consider this passage, describing Elam’s thoughts after discovering that his spellchecker didn’t recognize the word “misandry”:
Reduced to its essence, though, Elam’s claim here is simply absurd: Because “misandry” isn’t a common enough term to include in his computer’s dictionary, our culture has no way of expressing the notion that certain people and ideas are man hating.
Really, Paul? We’re “limited to talking around the subject?” I really haven’t noticed much of that. The term “man-hating” gets the idea across fairly bluntly, and has long been popular with a certain sort of man, often in conjunction with words like “bitch,” “cunt,” or “feminazi.”
In the crowd you hang with, I imagine you hear this kind of talk all the time. Surely you’ve noticed it.
Elam doesn’t always write in such a stilted, evasive style. Sometimes he butches it up a bit, launching crude tirades against “mangina morons,” or telling a woman who was sexually harassed as a tween and an early teen that “guess what, cupcake, when you start growing tits, men start looking at them.” In a recent piece about the impending execution of a female murder-plotter with an IQ of 72, he wrote of his desire to “throw some burgers on the grill, crack open a few cold ones, and watch them ice this murdering bitch on pay-per-view.” (This despite the fact that he actually opposes the death penalty.)
Stick with this style, Paul. It may not be pretty, but at least it’s true to your nature. You’re not a grand philosopher; you’re not a literary lion. There is nothing smart or sophisticated about anything you ever write or think. Basically, you’re a dick. So write like one.
>"Based upon this admittedly limited (but chosen by you) sample of Elan's oeuvre, I find the claim that "[His] style is designed to conceal his lack of substance." to be unfounded. Rather, I would argue that his style obfuscates the substance of his arguments."100% spot on observation! This is why, after writing 2 (maybe 3) pieces in this more flamboyant style (I suppose I had a wild hair) I went back to writing the way I do in the other 99.5% of my articles and essays.David had to dig for this stuff, and that is fine. He needed something to criticize and went for the most opportune target. I would have done the same if I were him. It also served to keep in safely in the writing critique, and away from all matters of substance related to the rest of my work and the MRM in general.He can't stay with this and expect any traffic. Sooner or later, if he wants an audience, he will have to take on the elements of the MRM he opposes and offer more thoughtful analysis.He was unable to do that in the comments at AVFM, and is lending the impression he can't do it on his home turf eiher.He is having fun with this, and I would, too, if I were him. But as long as he remains at this level, he remains a complete unknown.It's a shame, too, he acually has some talent, but he is wasting it on this really meaningless stuff.
>Oh, MRAs, can't you read? YOHAN, I've put two of NicGuy's sites in my enemies list — his forum AND his "American Women (mostly) Suck page. Paul: So you gave up writing in your "flamboyant" style? Not quite. I got my first example of from a piece you wrote a week and a half ago. If you've really decided to abandon it for good, I applaud you. Just, you know, actually abandon it. I left all of 2 comments on AVFM, one of them simply a link to this piece. Have you been having a one-sided debate with me over there on your "feminists and manginas page" all by yourself?Also, I like how you keep going on about traffic. My blog is a week and a half old. I have barely publicized it. You have no idea whatsoever how much traffic I'm getting. (Hint: I'm getting a lot of comments.)
>Ah, having gone over to your blog again, Paul, I see what the confusion was all about. You were arguing with another person named David, a guy who puts videos on YouTube under the name theathiestguy. Hint: People named David, a rather common name, are not all the same person. Hope that helps!
>" I got my first example of from a piece you wrote a week and a half ago."Ah, no you didn't. Not even close.Bye.
>Oops. I misspoke. Mis-commented. The most recent one was from a month ago. That's practically olden times. If you forgive me for that one misstatement, I'll forgive you for your repeated incorrect assertions, which I corrected several times, that you had been debating me on your blog for months and I had lost the debate, even though I had not actually posted on your blog until after I wrote this piece. Bye Bye. That's one more "Bye" than you, so I win.
Classic post. Interesting how manboobz’ comments have… Evolved. 🙂
Given your donation drive, I decided to come back and look at some of your earliest work. This Orwell quote reminded me so goddamn much of Jordan BEEP BEEP I’M A JEEP Peterson. Could make a good Throwback Thursday post or something.