Showing posts with label A Dying Note. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Dying Note. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2019

News Flash!

Interrupting the week to announce A DYING NOTE is a finalist for the Will Rogers Medallion Award in the "Western Maverick" category.
According to the letter I received, the Western Maverick category is a new one, "honoring books that do not easily fit into another category, but which are deserving of recognition as outstanding works."
What can I say? I'm honored beyond words (and also pretty darn tickled and proud to be considered a maverick...)!
Winners will be announced at the 2019 Award Ceremony, Saturday, October 26th, 2019, at Los Vaqueros Restaurant in the Ft. Worth Stockyards.


Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Bang up to the elephant (AND News Flash!)



~~ NEWS FLASH! This just in: A DYING NOTE is a finalist (along with piles of other wonderful books) for the Foreword INDIE Award for Mystery. Winners in all categories will be announced on June 14. Click here to see categories and to view finalists. 
END NEWS FLASH! ~~
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 I know I promised to explore chicanery this week, but the news flash above, which I just had to share, has me exclaiming with great glee, "Well, isn't this just bang up to the elephant!"

And wouldn't you just looooove to know where what that phrase means, how old it is, and where it comes from? If so, just keep reading...
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Passing English of the Victorian Era: A Dictionary of Heterodox English, Slang, and Phrase by J. Redding Ware (1909) gives us this very complete entry:

Bang up to the Elephant (London, 1882): Perfect, complete, unapproachable. The 'Elephant' ( 'Elephant and Castle Tavern,' South London), had for years been the centre of South London tavern-life when (1882) Jumbo, an exceptionally large elephant at the Zoological Gardens, became popular through certain articles in the D. T.* The public were pleased to think Jumbo refused to leave England and the gardens for America. He, however, did ultimately, with no emotion, leave behind him this bit of passing English.
'The fly flat** thinks himself so blooming sharp, so right bang up to the elephant, that he's got an idea that no sharper*** would ever try to take him on.'

Jumbo at the opera, courtesy of an 1883 advertisement for cotton thread.
Buek and Lindner [Public domain]


*D. T. = Daily Telegraph 
** Fly flat (from 1864) = A foolish or gullible person who considers him- or herself clever. Found in Oxford Dictionary of Modern Slang by John Ayto, John Simpson.
*** Sharper (from 17th century) = a thief who uses trickery to part an owner from his or her money possessions. Found in Wikipedia.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

NEWS FLASHes! and Wednesday's (Not So) Random Slang-o-rama: Knock me over with a feather


NOTE: I'm letting this post stand for two weeks, straddling the end/beginning of the year. New slang-o-rama appearing January 9. Wishing everyone a good start to 2019!)
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Well, this has been quite the month! When I heard that True West Magazine in their "Best of the West 2019" listed my sixth Silver Rush historical mystery, A Dying Note, as Best Mystery in the Best Fiction category, well, you could've knocked me over with a feather! And then, when I learned that A Dying Note is also long-listed for the Martin Cruz Smith Award in Suspense/Mystery by the NICBA (Northern California Independent Booksellers Association), you could've knocked me over again!... But that wasn't all. The latest "knock 'em over" news is that my publisher, Poisoned Pen Press, has been acquired (? correct verb ?) by SourceBooks. Poisoned Pen Press will now be an imprint of this much larger indie publisher.

Through my jubilation, gratitude, and surprise, the thought came sneaking: How long has the idiom knocked over with a feather been around? When was it first used?

It didn't take me long to find out...
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The American Heritage Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer includes this phrase under the idiom knock for a loop, as follows:
knock for a loop. Also, throw for a loop; knock down or over with a feather; knock sideways—Overcome with surprise or astonishment... The first two of these hyperbolic colloquial usages, dating from the first half of the 1900s, allude to the comic-strip image of a person pushed hard enough to roll over in the shape of a loop. The third hyperbolic term, often put as You could have knocked me down with a feather, intimating that something so light as a feather could knock one down, dates from the early 1800s; the fourth was first recorded in 1925.
I guess my 1880s characters can be knocked down (or over) with a feather, but not knocked sideways or in a loop!
 
There's also a fascinating discussion of this very term in this StackExchange exchange. One of the responders found that the idiom dates back to 1796 (squeaking in as an 18th century expression) in William Cobbett's Porcupine's works


Fascinating, eh?

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Hoodlum


I suspect you probably have heard the term "hoodlum" before. However, were you aware that hoodlums originally hailed from San Francisco?

It's true!

You can read about it in the SFGate article 'Hoodlums' a distinctive San Francisco product' of the 1870s by Gary Kamia right here.

For more historical edification, there is this definition from Americanisms, Old and New (and so on and so forth) by John Stephen Farmer:


Hoodlum.—A young rough. The term originated in San Francisco, but is now general throughout the Union.

For an historical perspective on hoodlums and hoodlumism, check out Lights and Shades in San Francisco by Benjamin E. Lloyd, published 1876, which has an entire chapter on the subject (and yes, you can view and download the book with the link I've provided).

A couple of passages caught my interest. The first talks about "corner groceries," which are not at all what I thought they were (i.e., local stores to buy canned goods, milk, cheese, what-have-you):
Of evenings, these corner grocery bar-rooms are largely patronized as "loafing-places," by the mechanics, laborers and idlers, whose homes are in the neighborhood. A simple lunch is set out here, and also a card table is provided. Here young men and middle-aged men, boys and grey beards congregate at night, to talk vulgar slang, play cards for "the drinks," and smoke and chew—to go home at a late hour with heavy heads and light purses. It is at these places that the youthful San Franciscan Hoodlums are developed.

The second excerpt is the opening of the chapter on hoodlums:
THE Hoodlum had his origin in San Francisco. He is the offspring of San Francisco society. What particular phase in social life possesses the necessary fertility to produce such fruit is not obvious. It is certain, however, that the seed has been sown in productive soil, for the harvest is abundant.
The hoodlum has been called ''a ruffian in embryo." It would be a better definition to call him simply a ruffian. He has all the essential qualities of the villain. He is acquainted with crime in all its forms. The records of vice are his textbooks. He is a free-born American in its widest sense...

If these passages pique your interest, I encourage you to wander on over and read the rest in Lights and Shades, which provides a wonderful window into the world of 1870s-1880s San Francisco (and proved a very useful reference to me for A Dying Note).
"Quad's odds"; (1875) (14755206426)
Beware the hoodlums! (The title of this illustration is, believe it or not, "The Future Presidents." I shall refrain from political comment, difficult though it is...)
I just have to add a coda to this post... The illustration above is from a book titled Quad's Odds by M. Quad (pub date 1875). Here is the text that accompanies the picture:
It requires nerve and courage to be a hoodlum. The boy has got to have the heart of a man, the courage of a lion, and the constitution of an Arab. Only one in a hundred gives him credit for half his worth. No one cares whether he grows fat or starves; whether Fortune lifts him up or casts him down; whether night finds him quarters in a box or a comfortable bed. He's a hoodlum, and hoodlums are generally supposed capable of getting along somehow, the same as a horse turned out to graze. Not one boy in ten can be a hoodlum. Nature never overstocks the market. If left an orphan the average boy dies, or has relatives to care for him, or falls in the way of a philanthropist and comes up a straight-haired young man with a sanctimonious look. The true hoodlum is born to the business. He swallows marbles and thimbles as soon as he can creep, begins to fall down stairs when a year old, and is found in the alley as soon as he can walk.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Dressed to kill


Yessiree, I'm attending the awards banquet for the Colorado Independent Publishers Association's EVVY awards as a finalist for A DYING NOTE, so I'm going to gussy up, don my best authorly duds, and be a low-key version of "dressed to kill."

Hmmmm. Dressed to kill. If you take that at face value, wouldn't that mean dressing in all black throw-away clothes, or maybe something water/liquid-proof? Or maybe that's the mystery writer part of my mind musing. The historical writer part of my mind wonders when/how such a phrase came to mean to dress more... upscale, shall we say.

Time for research!

My first stop, The American Heritage Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer, has this to say:
dressed to kill. Also, dressed to the nines. Elaborately attired... The first of these hyperbolic expressions dates from the early 1800s and uses kill in the sense of "to a great or impressive degree." The phrase to the nines in the sense of "superlative" dates from the late 1700s and its original meaning has been lost, but the most likely theory is that it alludes to the fact that nine, the highest single-digit numeral, stands for "best." 
 Well, that's pretty interesting. So, maybe the enthusiastic "You killed it!" uses kill in this old-time sense.

Second stop, the Online Etymological Dictionary. The entry "kill" has several definitions, including the one we mystery writers frequently employ ("to deprive of life, put to death"). At the very end is this:
... Dressed to kill first attested 1818 in a letter of Keats (compare killing (adj.) in the sense "overpowering, fascinating, attractive"). 
Of course, I had to check out "killing (adj.)" just to complete my journey:
killing (adj.) mid-15c., "deadly, depriving of life," present-participle adjective from kill (v.). Meaning "overpowering, fascinating, attractive" is 1630s, from the verb in a figurative sense "overwhelm (someone) by strong effect on the mind or senses." Meaning "very powerful in effect, exceedingly severe, so as to (almost) kill one" is from 1844.
So there you have it! I will report back on the award announcements, so stay tuned...
Now HERE is a woman "dressed to kill."
[Madame X (Madame Pierre Gautreau), by John Singer Sargent (American, Florence 1856–1925 London) (1856 - 1925) – ArtistDetails of artist on Google Art Project - 4QGaPNGLuGOBCw at Google Cultural Institute maximum zoom level, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26126772]

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

A DYING NOTE released today!

Interrupting my usual mid-week postings to tootle, hoot, and holler:

Today is the official release day for the 6th in my Silver Rush historical mystery series—

A DYING NOTE 

You can acquire said book in many ways... my publisher Poisoned Pen Press has gathered them all neatly together here.

My next slang-o-rama post will appear tomorrow, Wednesday, per usual.