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This blog was oringally intended to help accustom Rusian su8ers of English to use the langauge with wit, accruacy and decorum. Now, it mainly concneres books that I recommend. I hope you find it useful.

24 July 2012

This blogwrite is going to Barcelona for three weeks


My Hebridean holiday four years ago.
The sun shone that summer, at least for some of the time
I am sad to have to announce a discontinuation of service for three weeks, while I take a holiday in northern Spain with children, friends and the fascinating history of an exotic (to me!) country.
I shall be back in both print and Moscow in late August.
     There will be invitations to whisky tastings for readers who can correctly answer either of these two questions:

  1. What is the name of the grammatical form in which two normally unassociated concepts are put together in one sentence? Like: “I shall be back in both print and Moscow…” (I ask this partly as I cannot remember myself, and will have to look it up, ask a friend or search the recesses of either my memory or library—there’s another example.)
  2. Where is the mistake in this sentence: “Extensive moorland fires: eight acres of land destroyed”? This was the gist of a headline I read in a copy of the West Highland Free Press which I found when travelling back to Oban on the ferry from the beautiful Isle of Coll two days ago.
     I hope all you blog readers have a happy holiday yourselves, and I look forward to being back in touch in the autumn, when civilised people return from their sporting or leisure pursuits to their studious ones. In the meantime, thanks to everyone who has contributed with a comment, suggestion or response of any other sort. Your participation is appreciated.


09 July 2012

Silence can speak volumes


Exactly half-way round the MKAD from Khimki:
60 kms out, at 8.47—and still two DPS stations to go
On Sunday morning I had an interesting illustration of the potency of a facial expression, and how much more that can say than spoken words.
     I had decided to cycle round the MKAD. In my journeys around Moscow by bicycle I have often cycled on part of the ring-road and have thought for some time it would be worth making a full circuit, if only to say that I had “beaten the bounds” of the city.
     I waited for a weekend when I had nothing else on and the weather was right (not too much wind, not too hot and, above all, dry), and set off early (from Khimki) to avoid the mid-day heat.
     By 7 a.m. I was passing the Volokolamsk turn off, 20 kms from home, going in an anti-clockwise direction. I had chosen that way round because the wind was forecast from the south-east and I wanted to have it favourable on the later stages, when I would be tired. Also wind tends to get up during the day and the contrary wind early would, I hoped, be lighter than the fair wind later on—as turned out to be the case.
     I was in fine spirits on a beautiful, clear and still cool morning when, for the first time in five years of cycling all over the Moscow Oblast, and occasionally beyond, I saw a traffic policemen by the side of the road waving his little black and white baton at me and gesturing to pull over. I know that bicycles are not allowed on “Chausses” in Russia, but I have passed so many policemen on the MKAD over the years that I assumed it to be effectively tolerated. And what is a Chausse, anyway? Where are the signs saying cycling not permitted?
     I knew that if I stopped that would be the end of my little jaunt. I had been thinking of this for a year and actively organising it for a month or so. Damn! Damn! Damn!
     There was only one thing for it, which I have found works in many other circumstances with policemen in Russia. Act as if they do not exist. So I peddled on, right past the guy, within two feet of him, while he waved his little baton, blew his whistle, and shouted “Мужчина!” As I passed him I affected a glassy-eyed expression as if I was in some sort of athletic trance and the noise he was generating meant as little to me as the roar of a hostile crowd at Luzhniki Stadium. I wanted him to think I was mad, weird, wired, out of it, or foreign—or better still: all five. After all, what sane Russian would be out on a Sunday morning lapping the local beltway on a bike when he could be safe home in his bed snoring?
     Was my friendly traffic supervisor going to pull out his little gun and fire at me? I very much doubted it, but I put in a few random wobbles just in case he was standing behind taking aim at the disappearing cyclist. Soon I was able to swerve in front of a stationery truck and be lost to view. The next question was: would he have the energy to walk over to his car, turn the ignition key and come after me? Knowing Russia, I doubted it. Rightly so, as it happened since I was able to continue unmolested.
     Would the policeman—as he undoubtedly would have in Britain had I committed a comparable offence—radio the next DPS station on the road asking them to stop the madman on a blue bicycle who would be passing in ten minutes or so? Apparently not, since I passed three more DPS stations on the circuit and none evinced the slightest interest in my progress.
     So the expression worked—helped I am sure by the officer’s laziness. I has said nothing, just looked mad. It is too much effort to challenge that sort of thing. Who knows where it might end? 
     Using language, however well, can sometimes be less effective than not using it at all.


Connoisseur’s Choice #4: “Thank you” to all blog supporters


Scottish traditional music at  Шотландская Клетка
A good Glenfiddich helps it go with a lilt!
A wonderful evening was had by all last Thursday at Moscow's new Scottish-themed restaurant where Glenfiddich generously sponsored a tasting of their excellent malts for twelve of those who had won competitions which I had set in various blog entries in the past, or who had volunteered for tastings as advertised at the Glenfiddich advertisement at the top of the blog (see right).
     Glenfiddich needs no introduction, and anyone who is interested can get further information by clicking on the advertisement which will take them through to the company's site. But the restaurant, Шотландская Клетка is new and deserves a boost, partly due to its excellent food, partly due to its courteous and attentive staff and partly also for the interesting live music which seems to be a feature of nights there.
     For those of you who have not experienced it yet, Шотландская Клетка is at 27/29 Sretenka, near Sukharevskaya Metro station. Phone 495 608 0654, or see site: www.restorankletka.ru .
     Finally, I should note that further events of this sort are planned, so make sure you enter for any of the stilly competitions this blog holds, or register your interest direct in attending them by mailing me on language.etiquette@gmail.com . Slainte!


29 June 2012

Some language problems with the Jewish Nobel Prize


Yakov Sverdlov: the Jewish Bolshevik who allegedly gave the order
 to murder the Russian Royal Family and who was later honoured
by having the town where the deed was done, Ekaterinburg,
renamed Sverdlovsk. That honour was withdrawn in 1991.
Somebody called Mikhail Fridman, who runs something called the Alfa Group, was recently reported as having offered to help finance what has been called “the Jewish Nobel Prize”. Officially this will be called The Genesis Prize and will be administered by something called the Genesis Philanthropy Group, of which Mr Fridman is a co-founder, in co-operation with the State of Israel.
     Prizes of $1 million will be awarded in recognition of “outstanding Jewish achievements” and, if I understood correctly the slightly tortured grammar of the report, the awards will be made every year at the time of the Feast of the Passover.
     I can see nothing wrong with Jewish financiers like Fridman giving money to other Jews. It is of the essence of the principle of private property that one may dispose of one’s billions in any lawful way one sees fit. But I do foresee problems of definition, which, in this context, is a language issue.
     The first problem is the word “Jewish”. What will happen to people who are only half-Jewish? Will awards be made to people who are, as the Germans used to say in the 1930s, “a quarter Jew” or an eighth Jew (what used to be called an octoroon)? And if it is to be only pure Jews who are honoured, how far back will they have to trace their ancestry to demonstrate their racial purity?
     The second problem relates to the word “achievement”. By what standard will the actions of Jews be assessed for the purposes of deciding whether they are worth honouring? I mention one example, that of Yakov Yurovsky, simply because it springs to mind due to the recent opening of an exhibition at the Russian State Archives in which he features prominently. Yurovsky was the man who organized the murder of the Russian Royal Family in the basement of the Ipatiev House in Ekaterinburg on 17 July 1918. He shot the Tsar himself. For seventy years, he was regarded by some people as a hero for this “achievement”. When he died, in 1938, Yurovsky was honoured by the gift of a burial plot in the Novodevichi Cemetery, despite his Jewish origins. A final point is that Yurovsky, like many others of his sort, had rejected Judaism. Would he therefore have disqualified himself from receipt of a prize like one Mr Fridman is helping to establish?
     These are not easy questions to answer. I hope Mr Fridman will apply his enormous brain to them with the same skill and concern for detail that he has brought to the building up of the Alfa empire. 



Good news for the Russian language


In Russia a new world is being created, no matter how much
some prominent people want to relive the safer glories of the past
On 16 May the BBC website carried a story entitled “Italian University Switches to English” in which the Polytechnic of Milan, one of the country’s leading educational institutionsuniversities, was reported as having announced that from 2014 most of its degree courses, including all graduate courses, were going to be conducted in English.
     “We strongly believe our classes should be international classes, and the university believes that if it remains Italian-speaking it risks isolation and will be unable to compete as an international institution,” said the Rector, Giovanni Azzone.
     The university wants to be in the midst of the international “market for ideas” and those ideas are being traded in English today. “I would have preferred if Italian were the common language. It would have been easier for me. But we have to accept real life,” the Rector said.
     What is interesting in this regard is the fact that in 2000 a large group of Italian members of parliament met to protest about the fact that in the latest edition of the authoritative Italian dictionary, Devoto-Oli, there were 4,000 words for which Italian equivalents had not been found. It is not surprising that politicians take the line of patriotic impracticability, while academics take the line of practical utility. Universities have to survive. In corrupt political systems like the Italian, survival depends on mouthing the right platitudes rather than doing the right things. That may be at least part of the reason why Russian politicians, in an even more corrupt system, talk the way they do. Sadly such attitudes are not confined to politics, which is one of the reasons why there is not a single Russian university ranked in the international top 100. They are run by polticians.
     Russian business, however, is quite different, at least at the independent non-oligarchic end of the commercial spectrum. I recently went to a small-business seminar in Moscow at which I heard an enormous number of neologisms (as they would be called in English: newly created words). I list below some of them that are not in my big Russian dictionary, edited by A.M. Taube and R.C. Daglish, published by Russky Yazik Media in 2004 (which means they must be very new). I reproduce them phonetically. Maybe I heard them wrongly, and maybe others would spell the words differently. But there can be no “correct” spelling for entirely new words. These are some of them:

Релевaнтный роль  –  relevant role
Карир фраймуорк  –  career framework
Кост-эффишент практики  –  cost-efficient practice
Саймтайм  –  sametime (simultaneous?)
Флексибл мэнэджмент  –  flexible management
Текнолоджи-байсд  –  technology-based
Куалити тайм  –  quality time
Нетуорк  –  network
Модератор  –  moderator
Фасилитатор  –  facilitator
Пипл каультюр  –  people culture
Интродауктори коурсэз  –  introductory courses
Ултра супер плюс  –  ultra super plus

     The message I take from this and other similar experiences is that, despite all the deadening efforts of Russia’s politicians and university administrations, the language spoken by the ordinary Russian is alive, and is developing and adapting itself to the modern world. This is the way English developed, without any plan, borrowing words and phrases from anywhere the users felt like. It is the only way for any language to survive in a world of constant change. Russian, I am glad to say, looks as if it has that instinct too.
     Paradoxically, when MGU follows the example of the Milan Polytechnic and switches to English, it will show that Russia is getting serious about meeting the modern world on its own terms. That will be when the country discovers a genuine future. Strange to say, tht will be when the Russian language will start to make an international comeback.

27 June 2012

Master class #6: Anna Chapman: the sexy “sleeper” wakes up


The self-advertising ex-"sleeper"
Today’s Moscow Times carries an unsigned article related to the so-called “spy”, Anna Chapman (who looks more like a delusional, Nashi-syle misfit to me) which includes the following paragraph:
“Anna Chapman, recognizable for her good looks and blazing red hair, was arrested in the United States in June 2010 as part of a sting operation that netted her and nine other alleged sleeper agents. She has kept a high profile since being deported back to Russia, leveraging her notoriety to fuel a budding political career and appearances in television and magazines.”
There are several language points to make about this, in sequence:

-          The expression is “flaming red hair”, not “blazing red”. A “blaze” relates to fire, or a sunset, or something purely physical, while “flame” implies passion, memory and other emotions. You refer to an unforgotten old lover as an “old flame” not an “old blaze”, and you don’t go to the Alexandrovsky Gardens to look at the “eternal blaze” or “the blaze of the unknown solider”, do you?
-          You “maintain” a high profile, or you “keep a low profile”. “Maintain” implies effort and planning, while “keep” implies protection and caution.
-          As the lady concerned was “deported”, it is unnecessary to say “to Russia” since all deportations are to your country of origin. Other types of forced exit are called “expulsions”. And to say “deported back” is a redundancy since any deportation implies a return, or going back.
-          The last italicised part of the sentence is a typical journalistic hodge-podge where the writer has lost control of the sentence structure, no doubt under the stress of deadlines. Intelligibility suffers. Leaving out “budding political career” (since the verb “fuel” governs the last part as well), ask yourself this: can you “fuel appearances in (sic – should be “on” television and “in” magazines”) television and magazines”? I don’t think so. The writer seems to have blazes on his or her brain.

The last sentence might be better written like this:

“Since being deported from the United States, she has kept herself in the public eye by using her notoriety to gain an entrée into politics and the media.” 


24 June 2012

Statements of the Obvious #3, #4, #5, #6, #7 and #8: Advertorial in the Moscow Times? Bring on Sergei Polonsky and Sir John Ortega


The opinion pages of the Moscow Times usually carry interesting and intelligent comment on the Russian scene today—Marilyn Murray excepted (see post 2 May: Master Class #2). So I was shocked last Wednesday to see an article that seemed to me just a long list of statements of the obvious—“6 Tips on How to Best Find (sic) an Office in Russia”, by Yuri Yudakov. I wrote to the Opinion Page Editor, Michael Bohm, to ask him whether he had decided to publish Mr Yudakov’s piece “purely on its merits as you see it, as part of an advertising deal or for some other non-journalistic reason.”
     Answer came there none. So what do you think?

“There are six tips that may make finding an office easier,” the article says. Here is the list.

“1. Money: Take a look at your financial situation and determine what you can really afford….”
     Now I ask you, business people of Moscow, are you really likely to consider incurring the obligation of rent for an office without deciding how much you can afford?

“2. Utilities: Make sure you understand what utilities or operating expenses you will be responsible for…”
      Who among us would honestly say, “Good point, Yuri! Never thought of that.”

“3. Searching for an Office. With so many choices in the market, it’s now all about managing your time and your costs…”
     Is this really news to the modern business executive?

“4. Viewing the Office. When you take a property tour, don’t just give each room a quick ‘once-over’. It’s important to really take the time to take it all in and work with the floor plan. After all this is the place you’ll be calling home for your company.”
     Beyond the obviousness of what he is saying, I wonder if Mr Yudakov is not getting a little confused here. Surely taking a detailed look at every room of your possible new offices, and setting them all against a floor-plan, contradicts number 3: “managing your time”?

“5. The Area. This should be almost as important as the office itself. You must make sure you are moving into an area where you feel comfortable and have good access by car and public transport.”
Two Darth Vaders holding
the  “spam conductor ”
     Well, yes, obviously, but there is a downside. Comfort is all very well but, like convenience, it can work against you. A nice view encourages people to look out of the window, and good transport links mean people do not dread the process of going home, so tend to leave the office earlier than they would otherwise.

“6. Landlords…. This is not something you can physically measure like space.”
     OMG! People are not things? Who would have thought it?

     Am I being unfair to Mr Yudakov?
     Not unfair, I hope, since his points are indeed all pretty obvious. But perhaps I am being a little harsh since we all forget the obvious from time to time. Full disclosure: I once made a mistake myself. The story is worth summarizing as it illustrates the pitfalls of not reading articles like Mr Yudakov’s.
     I used to do the style-editing at Passport magazine, the well-known Moscow life-style glossy which is owned, with increasing reluctance, by Sir John Ortega, KOVR (www.passportmagazine.ru). Over a long dinner at NOBU, Sir John asked me for ideas of how to improve the magazine. My first point was that it needed proper offices for the editorial team. At that time, Passport was produced in a small, windowless room in the middle of a large warehouse on a vast industrial estate at the wrong end of Textilshchiki, an hour’s hellish hike from the Metro. This is the hardly ideal stimulant to the creative impulse. So where next?
     My suggestion was to take the Federation Tower in Moscow City, which is large, well-located and full of windows. But that is where I came unstuck. Had I read Mr Yudakov’s piece, I could have saved myself a lot of embarrassment.
     My first mistake was to under-estimate the size of the building. It looked quite small and cosy in the drawing (see picture right), and I liked the look of the spam conductor in the middle, between the two Darth Vader-like structures. Sir John is a Knight (of the Vine, in his case) and so are they, in their own way. You don’t have to have had the Queen whack your shoulder with a sword to call yourself a Knight, as Sir John well knows. I thought Passport would feel at home in these faux-chivalric surroundings.
     To my surprise, the letting agent was not impressed by my pitch. He looked at me as if I was one light short of a smoke, so I added, “I’ll be moving my blog team in as well. That’s another desk we’ll need.”
     That was when he started laughing. What’s all this about, I thought indignantly? You don’t laugh at the representatives of men who eat at NOBU.
     “And we’ll need parking space for the editor’s car, and my bicycle,” I said.
     At that point the agent stepped it up a gear and laughed so hard that his false teeth fell out. He started to give off an acrid, locker-room smell. I thought I heard him squelching as he dashed for the toilet, gripping his lower abdomen as if he had burst something.
     While he was cleaning himself up and rinsing his shoes out, I ran though the rest of what I now know of as the Yudakov List. Everything checked out, except the last point: the landlord. Should I hang around and wait to discuss that with Amused of Moscow? I decided not to bother. I picked the false teeth up off the floor and slipped them into a plastic evidence bag which I handed to the receptionist on my way out.
     Now that I have read the “6 Tips”, I see I was right to have ignored the last one. It is nonsense. Why does Mr Yudakov think that a landlord cannot be “physically measured like space”? There are two points here. The first is that Sergei Polonsky, the founder of Potok, the company which is building the Tower, has dimensions just like the next man—height, weight, girth, hat size, inside leg etc. All could be measured, and doubtless have been. Perhaps Mr Yudakov is not familiar with Saville Row, but I assume Mr Polonsky’s tailor will have all his “physical measurements” recorded in a little book. There is no mystery to this.
     The second point is about language. I know what Mr Yudakov intended to say, of course, but as much by guesswork as by logical inference. He would be advised to be careful when using words like “space” in a context where “area”, or even “volume” would be more precise. Those are measurable quantities. But space, arguably, is not. If the Universe is, as Edwin Hubble first suggested in the 1920s, expanding, then space is in principle immeasurable. The dimensions are continually increasing, unlike Mr Polonsky’s inside leg, Passport’s sales revenue or Sir John Ortega’s love of the publishing industry.
     But if Sir John were to get over his grief at the fate of Passport, he might be persuaded to buy the Moscow Times. If he did that, I might get a chance to style-edit articles like Mr Yudakov’s before they are presented to the public. I could publish my own piece, “1 Tip on How Best to Write a Mistake-Free Article in Russia”. It would be very short, simply saying: send it for checking in advance to language.etiquette@gmail.com .


23 June 2012

Britons (ancient and modern) Liberating the Smiler Within


An interesting British contrast to the song shown in my post on 21 March, headed Russians Liberating the Smiler Within, was broadcast last night on BBC Radio 4’s programme The Now Show (listen at minute 23) about the Bouncy Druids on their Inflatable Stonehenge, “We go bouncing on the Solstice…. ” You will not be not amused.
     If the Russian song could plausibly be described as "art" (of a sort), what is the word for the British one?
     The best one-word description of the Bouncy Druid song, from a Russian and from a non-Russian, will each win an invitation to the next Glenfiddich whisky tasting that this blog will host. Send them in as comments, please, but also email me your contact details so I can issue the inviation.



20 June 2012

Sexual revelations from the Eocene


Sex in the sand
Philip Larkin famously wrote in one of his most quoted poems, Annus Mirabilis:

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the “Chatterley” ban
And the Beatles’ first LP.

     Russian readers might like to know that the “‘Chatterley’ ban” referred to the ban on publication of D.H. Lawrence’s sexually explicit novel, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which was considered obscene and therefore unpublishable in Britain until the law was challenged, and overturned, in a famous court case in 1960. They might also like to know that Philip Larkin was 41 in 1963, which might suggest that he had an exceptionally weak libido.
     In this he was unlike Allaeochelys crassasculpta, a type of primeval turtle which once lived in northern European lakes. Today the BBC reports recent scientific research which proves that these animals were having sexual intercourse way back in the Eocene epoch, 47 million years ago. That was long before the Chatterley ban, indeed long before Philip Larkin was born presumably, he thought (if his poem is to be believed), as a result of something other than sexual intercourse. 
    The happily unsuspecting turtles were caught copulating when a burst of volcanic gas erupted from the bed of the lake they were sporting in and killed them instantly with its foul and noxious vapours. They sank to the bottom still locked in their amorous embrace, where they were enveloped in sedimentary sand and preserved for geologists to find 47 million years later.
     The language point? It is a simple one: never believe everything you read in poetry books.
     The more general point? No matter how discreet you think you are being, your secret will come out in the end, even if only after 47 million years. There's nowhere to hide.


18 June 2012

The Green Man goes red with embarrassment


“It's bracing in Banffshire,” says Braced of Banff.
It seems that at least one politician reads this blog: Scotland’s Minister for the Environment and Climate Change, Stewart Stevenson. 
     Since I posted on 14 May drawing attention to his robotic habit of mentioning fatuous weather details on his Twitter slot almost every day—just to show he is a man who cares for the climate, I presume—he has stopped.
      Just over a week later, he made the last in his interminable series of weather tweets. On 23 May we learn that it is “another beautiful day out there”, and then SILENCE. Apart from 3 June when the Minister reports from his constituency that it is “windy and cool out there” and then notes that “in Banffshire the sun’s shining” (odd as his constituency is Banffshire), that is it.
      Perhaps a hundred tweets have gone out since 14 May letting the world know what our hero is up to. (And revealing whose “tatties” he digs—answer: “my spouse”; yes, really, his “spouse”. How bureaucratic can you get!) But other than 3 June, not one bulletin about the weather. Has the climate come to an end? Or is he just embarrassed? Before that last celebration of a “beautiful day” we had, on 22 May “sunny out there again”; on 21 May (rather mysteriously) “A bit of radiation fog [!] out there -  should burn off by 10 a.m.”; 18 May, “A bit damp out in Banffshire”, and so on, ad nauseam.
     The real question is why the Minister is reading this blog when he ought to be applying his mind to the issues raised by the proposed Sound of Barra Seal Sanctuary, which he appears to be totally uninterested in. Maybe the reason is that Barra is not in Banffshire. Think locally; act vocally.