"I have a style?"

Charles Hill writes over at dustbury.com of his fondness for the work of H. Allen Smith (former resident of Alpine, Texas, and one of MLB's favorites authors, as well), to the point where Charles chose to model his writing style after Smith's. (Not being a Smith aficionado I cannot assess Charles's success in emulating that style, although if Smith was half as good as Charles, then he did pretty well for himself.)

That got me to thinking about my own writing style. If I wanted to be strictly accurate (not a blogger's best strategy, by the way), I'd have to say that if you took the worst of George Will (long sentences without the benefit of pithy insight) and married it (o, unholy union!) with the ugliest of Hunter S. Thompson (skewed reality without the gonzo sensibility), then you'd be pretty much in the ballpark.

To be honest, my H. Allen Smith was actually Dave Barry, who I thought was pretty much the funniest human being on the face of the planet. I'm sure that there are countless numbers of hacks like me who have tried unsuccessfully to duplicate Barry's style, because he makes it seem so doggone easy.

Of course, unless you're Dave Barry – and, really, who is? – it's not.

In the end, the title of this post* says it all: one must be a writer to have a writing style, and I'm not there. Someday? Perhaps. But I feel truly sorry for the poor desperate soul that decides to emulate my "style."

*For bonus points, identify the source of the title. There may be several right answers; you'll have to guess which one I'm expecting.

Comments

Hmmm...no idea on the quote but I'll probably kick myself when you reveal the right answer.

You may not be the next Dave Barry, but I'd still say you do the overall genre proud.

Posted by: beth at December 20, 2007 06:54 AM

Matters of style aside, what impresses me most about you is that you have something to say more often then many of the rest of us.

Posted by: Foo at December 20, 2007 07:50 AM

Than. I meant than.

And I used to have things to say (or thought I did), but no longer. My mind has been firmly chained to the leg of my desk at work for over a year now, and doesn't have much opportunity to wander into more entertaining territory where it can stop to sniff (or lift its leg on) the roses.

Posted by: Foo at December 20, 2007 07:55 AM

...the overall genre...

Hmm. By "genre," do you mean "unintelligible ramblings by semi-literate hacks about inconsequential banalities"?

Wait. I have a genre?

Cool!

...you have something to say more often than many of the rest of us.

You are desperate for reading material, aren't you? ;-)

Wait. Your mind has a leg?

Cool!

Posted by: Eric at December 20, 2007 08:25 AM

I started reading your blog so I could see the photographs of sweet dog Abbye-girl. But now I've seen all her photos and I'm still coming back to read what you have to say. So you must have something!

Posted by: Deborah at December 20, 2007 11:06 AM

What they said.

Posted by: Jim at December 20, 2007 12:26 PM

This is working out better than I expected! ;-)

You all are much too kind.

Posted by: Eric at December 20, 2007 04:32 PM

Oops. Did I misplace a modifier? It's the desk that has a leg. To which my employers have chained my mind.

Posted by: Foo at December 21, 2007 08:10 AM

My favorite Dave Barry contemporary is Tim Landry, seen here: http://www.theadvertiser.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2007712170307
I follow him weekly, plus he is my friend on FaceBook. Great humor.

Posted by: John at December 24, 2007 10:22 PM
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