NO CODDLING, PLEASE

Don Wycliff wants to know: "Why is the Democrat-loving, Republican-hating, pond scum-swilling, lower-than-the-rug-on-the-floor, biased, liberal [curl upper lip when pronouncing] press protecting George W. Bush?" Good question. It's bugged me for a long time, too.

To put it another way, Wycliff has an interesting take today in the Chicago Tribune on how "an inarticulate president" is saved from himself by professional journalists who translate "Bushspeak" for their readers. (Thank you for the link, Romenesko.)

Reporters, he writes, are "trained to seek meaning and the meaningful" and so focus on winnowing the sublime from the ridiculous in "any utterance by the president." Those who cover him, therefore, have routinely "overlooked the mangled syntax, penetrated the rhetorical fog and extracted some usable lines from the dross and manufactured stories that had the president sounding, if not quite statesmanlike, then at least intelligible."

The why of it is more complicated, however. Wycliff writes: "Ideally, we would have a president so articulate that we would never be in doubt as to what he said." Since that's not the case, "this confronts us with the question whether our purpose is to transmit to readers what the president means when he speaks out or to simply relate what he says. I have always felt that transmitting meaning is paramount."

There we disagree. Reporters shouldn't be translating what the little fucker says into what he means or what they think he means. If they want to hold his hand, let them join his staff.

Postscript: If you want to see the guy at his most inarticulate, just go to CNN.com and click the video link (on the right) next to the headline Bush: 'We answered all' 9/11 panel questions. It's absolutely hilarious.

This just in: "I'm laughing out loud at Wednesday's blog," Straight Up reader Joan Daniels writes. "By the way, during his what-was-it 3rd prime-time press conference in almost four years a couple of weeks ago, updating us on the current situation in Iraq, his inarticulate comments were unbelievable as usual. As a matter of fact, his command of the English language actually seemed to have further deteriorated, if that's possible. There were so many misstatements to choose from. ...

"How can he be the President? Doesn't his inability to utter an intelligent sentence concern anyone, even if in favor of his policies? Isn't he the Leader of the Free World? How about his staff? Are they sitting in their seats grimacing as he speaks? I'm embarrassed that he's my President!"

April 29, 2004 1:09 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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