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200 pages, Hardcover
First published October 1, 2006

My friends who aren’t editors are amused by my obsession with commas and solecisms and dangles and grammatical glitches—I know they see me as the poor doomed herring whose brain has been addled by all that tree-whacking (a Monty Python skit reference). I recently silenced an entire dinner party when I began to rant about how one of my hapless editing victims doesn’t understand the meaning of “Indian summer,” which—damn it!—is not a warm spell in November but the phenomenon of unseasonably warm weather after a killing frost. If you use it wrongly, you lose the whole bloody concept of Indian summer, which should not be jettisoned along with all the other useful and wonderful English expressions that we’ve lost because people just don’t care enough or pay attention to blah blah going to hell in a handbasket yak yak yak the end of civilization as we know it yadda yadda yadda…(111).I love that and giggle every time I read it because I know I’ve had fits like that myself (usually over spelling errors and plural possessives) and it is funny, but really: it’s not that difficult to know the difference between its/it’s. I mean, c’mon, people.