Grammar is fascinating. At least I think so, especially the ways in
which grammar differs from language to language. Even a humble concept
such as the article shows striking variation from one language to the
next. In Romanian, for example, definite articles are attached to the
end of the word: ``endthe of wordthe''. In Russian there are no articles
at all. In Hungarian there is no verb ``to have''; if you want to say
``I have a cat'', you essentially say ``a cat of mine there is'',
although it actually looks more like ``catmine is''. In English we say
``the cat is black'' and it doesn't even cross our minds that the word
``is'' in this sentence can be viewed as redundant. Many other languages
(Hungarian for instance) would simply say ``the cat black'', and to
their native speakers it is a bit of a puzzle why we insert the word
``is'' (to be contrasted with the existential use of ``is'' in the first
example, '' a cat of mine exists''). And Gaelic has no word for ``yes''!
I found this incredible the first time I came across it; how on earth
can a language get by without the word ``yes''? The solution is to
answer questions by repeating the verb affirmatively: ``Did you go to
Ireland last year?'' ``I went.''
Among all languages that I've ever looked at, English has by far the
simplest grammar. In making such statements one has to be careful,
because it is virtually impossible to be objective about one's native
language. But it's true. In particular, Italian is grammatically much
more complicated than English, and this of course is a big part of the
challenge in learning it. I find the grammar quite beautiful,
however. Like any language it has idiosyncrasies that are alternately
delightful or exasperating, but the underlying general structure is
quite elegant. In what follows I'll try not to get carried away with
detailed technical discussion; true grammar nuts can consult the ongoing
series of essays ``A mathematician looks at Italian'' on my Italian website.
In a fit of shameless self-promotion, however, I will occasionally refer
to the aforementioned essays. Accents are indicated by putting them
after the letter that they're supposed to be over: e`, e'.
1. Verb conjugation. This is the biggy. (And it is not part of what I consider "beautiful" in the grammar; I'll get to that next time.) In English we are spoiled
by having almost no conjugation at all (I'm told that Chinese has even
less). Want to put ``to speak'' in the future tense? Just put ``will''
in front of it: I will speak, you [singular] will speak, he/she will
speak, we will speak, you [plural] will speak, they will speak. In
Italian each of these six cases requires a different modification of
``parlare'' (the infinitive of ``to speak''):
parlero`/parlerai/parlera`/parleremo/parlerete/parleranno.
For the conditional we just stick ``would'' in front of the verb: I
would speak, etc., whereas in Italian all six forms have different
endings. The present tense in English is rather bizarre, since the third
person singular alone is singled out for special treatment: He/she
speaks, but for the other five cases it's ``speak''. Some dialects of
American English take the very logical step of eliminating the silly
third person singular distinction, and simply say ``He speak.'' And why
not? I wouldn't be surprised if in the natural course of linguistic
evolution, the ``s'' is eventually dropped by all speakers. At any rate,
in Italian all six forms are different, and there are many
irregularities to boot. Then there are the past tenses, the subjunctive,
the imperative...if you have a memory as poor as mine, to learn all this
a daunting task.
And unfortunately (or fortunately, if you enjoy such challenges) you
really do have to learn most of the verb conjugations. Precisely because
every person/number has a different conjugation, the relevant pronoun is
usually omitted because it is determined by the given conjugation. In
English the sentence ``will go to the store'' is ambiguous: Who will go?
I will go? You will go? We will go? They will go? etc. So we have to
insert the pronoun; for example, ``we will go to the store''. But in
Italian the pronoun ``noi'' (=``we'') is omitted: ``Andremo al
mercato.'' The ending ``emo'' tells you not only that it's future tense,
but that it's the second person plural conjugation, so ``noi'' is
redundant. (Incidentally, this allows the nice option of inserting
it--''noi andremo al mercato'' to emphasize that WE, as opposed to
someone else, will be going to the store. In English you can't do this
without using italics, caps as I've done here, or tone of voice.) In any
case, the point is that without knowing the verb conjugations you won't
even know who the heck is supposed to go to the store!
At this point I need to confess that I haven't been telling you the
whole truth about books and audiobooks. The catch is that the vast
majority of novels are written in a past tense called the ``passato
remoto'', literally ``remote past'', which is different from the
``passato prossimo'' that one uses in normal conversation. French too
has these two parallel past tenses, whereas English has only one. The
terminology ``remote past'' is misleading, because it doesn't mean that
you only use it when discussing the Roman Empire or the rise of the
dinosaurs. It is, as I said, the tense of choice in novels, and as such
is exactly analogous to the plain old past tense of English. (Well,
there is a further complication in the use of past tenses, discussed in
my essay ``Italian meets the fourth dimension''. But we won't worry
about that here.) Still, the passato remoto is a whole new conjugation
to learn, and just to add insult to injury, it is the most
irregular of them all.
To make headway you need a good reference, and for verb conjugations in
general the best by far is the Larousse Concise Dictionary. At the back
you'll find a list of 126 patterns of verb conjugations (do not be
intimidated--it's bad, yes, but not as bad as it looks!). If you want to
know into which of these patterns a given verb--e.g. ``stordire'', to
stun/deafen/befuddle--falls, you just find it in the body of the
dictionary where it will appear with a number in brackets, in this
instance [9]. That tells you that ``stordire'' follows the same pattern
as item 9, ``capire'', in the back.
On the other hand, you can't rely on a dictionary forever; at some point
you have to memorize. For me, the only way to do this is to make a
systematic study on my own terms, and write it down. I've done this in
my essay ``Verbs and their mutations: the genetics of conjugation''.
Here the analogy with genetics is partly just for fun, but I've also
found it to be quite useful. Another approach that I find simultaneously
useful and amusing is to imagine that there was a ``Designer'' of
Italian, who I then attempt to psychoanalyze. As in the case of biology,
the Designer did not think things through as well as he/she might have
done; at times the ``markers'' for the various conjugations (e.g. the
vowels at the end of parlo/parli/parla that distinguish ``I speak/you
[singular] speak/he or she speaks'') seem to have been chosen randomly,
or only because the most logical marker was already taken for something
else. My biggest complaint is that the Designer almost never uses the
vowel ``u'' as a marker, and as a result a/e/i/o are horribly
overworked. The worst casualty of this oversight is the formal
imperative, which--ironically--is exactly the most important case to
know if you want to avoid seeming rude while visiting Italy.
But enough for today; I'll discuss the formal imperative later. Other
coming attractions include word order (fascinating!), the menagerie of
pronouns, and why the subjunctive is really cool.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
La bella lingua, Part II
Before continuing my essay on Italian, I have to say that Sunday night's
dinner party was a smashing success! (This was with my Italian teachers,
their families, and the Browns.) The Browns got here first, and Kaia was
very excited about it. ``When will the Italians get here? Do they live
far away?'' She was dressed in one of her signature outfits, in this
instance including her fancy ``Anna'' (from ``Frozen'') boots and her
blueberry sunhat. Both she and Finley gave quite an enthusiastic
reception to Elisabetta, Roberta and co. when they arrived, waving from
the window and bouncing about like two little nuts as
usual. Elisabetta's youngest, Matteo, is almost six (and completely
bilingual), and Kaia and Matteo had a ball playing together. Matteo was a
bit shy at first but Kaia is such a little socialite that he soon got
into the spirit of the Nutty Nut Show. At one point he looked at Finley
and said ``That girl is crazy!'' At the time Finley was absorbed in
extracting every last molecule of icecream from his dessert plate, but
he returned the look as if to say ``yeah, tell me about it''.
And although straying rather far from the Italian theme, I have to
report the following exchange with Kaia. I had put on Kaia's sunhat
(Grandpa is known to be a bit nutty himself now and again).
Grandpa: Kaia, what do you think of my hat?
Kaia (after a moment's consideration): I have another one at home that
would make you look handsomer.
Anyway, Wendy made a fabuluos pasta and scampi dinner, a fair bit of
wine was consumed and a great time was had by all.
---------------------------
Now, on to La bella lingua, part II.
There are two key ingredients for learning Italian (these apply to other
languages as well, or at least to European languages, which are the only
kind I'm familiar with). The first is to make a systematic study of the
grammar, to the extent that time permits. Without a conceptual
framework, you'll be perpetually lost. The second is to read books and
listen to audiobooks in Italian. It constantly surprises me that so few
Italian students do this. Movies can help, but audiobooks are much
better for a number of reasons.
I'll start with the books and audiobooks, and return to the grammar next
time. In order to develop an adequate vocabulary, you need
repetition. Repetition, repetition, repetition. But how are you going to
get it, other than by moving to Italy for a couple of years? Typical
language ``tapes'' (or new-fangled modern equivalents) are much too
boring to repeat for very long. Textbooks usually include brief excerpts
from Italian novels, but it's hard to get very involved in an
excerpt. So read a novel! Listen to a novel! It's fun, and the listening
is ideal for those who (like me) spend a lot of time commuting by car. I
used to get frustrated with 45-minute commute times each way, but now it
rarely bothers me; I just listen to my audiobooks.
You have to start slowly, of course, and in the beginning things will
progress very slowly indeed. Be patient. Start with illustrated
children's books, or comics. Start with something simple that you've
already read in English, or at least already know the story. My standard
in any language is to start with the Tintin books, because they are
comics and I already know them by heart. Then you can venture into
actual novels, where again it's best to start with something you're
already familiar with in English. For example, the Italian translations
of the Harry Potter books and of The Wizard of Oz are wonderful, and
available as highly entertaining audiobooks (well, only the first two
Potter books, alas). Pinocchio is another good choice, and again there
is an excellent audiobook. I hasten to add that none of these will be
easy at first. After a 10-week Italian course I had to listen to each
chapter of the Harry Potter audiobooks multiple times to get the gist of
it. Reading the book at the same time helps. And slowly but surely
you'll improve. With the audiobooks, even when you understand less than
half the words, your ear is getting tuned to the cadence of the
language.
By the way, if you have a teacher he/she will probably want you to read
books by Italian authors. This is all well and good, but the fact is
that translations from English or other languages are often easier,
because they tend to have fewer idioms and don't require familiarity
with Italian culture or local dialects. The Wizard of Oz is easier than
Pinocchio, for example.
By the time I'd finished all seven Harry Potter books, I felt ready to
move on to more difficult fare. As always, much of my reading is purely
for pleasure, including for instance some entertaining contemporary
detective mysteries by Marco Malvaldi. On the more serious side, I've
been learning a lot about Italian history in the era of fascism and
World War II (roughly 1920-1945), taking a particular interest in the
stories of women who joined the resistance during the war. Renata
Vigan\`o wrote numerous short stories and a novel (``Agnes va a
morire'', or ``Agnes goes to die'') based on her experiences. Ada
Gobetti kept a diary, later published as ``Diario partigiano''. One can
also find online a short autobiography of Anita Malavasi. All of these
remarkable women had to contend not only with the fascists and the
Nazis, but also with the particular brand of sexism that is so deeply
embedded in Italian culture.
Of course there are many more writings by male authors of the era, among
whom I've found Pratolini, Silone and Carlo Levi to be especially
good. There is also Primo Levi's ``Se questo e` un uomo'' (``If this is
a man''), if you can bear to read a first-person account of surviving a
year in Auschwitz. Pratolini's novels generally involve the pre-war
fascist years, and although there is tragedy they are also very
positive. All of his writing (at least that I've seen) takes place in
his beloved hometown, Firenze, about which he writes so nostagically
that you start getting nostalgic about it yourself. My favorite is actually
a delightful short story ``Lo sgombero'', best translated non-literally
as ``The eviction'', about a boy and his grandmother getting evicted
from their apartment in Firenze to make room for the 1920's equivalent
of yuppies moving in from Torino. Pratolini's love of his home town and
sympathy for its people is touching, as is his sympathetic portrayal of
the grandmother--who is clearly based on his own grandmother, and
despite being quintessentially Italian is immediately recognizable as a
familiar grandma archetype. (In fact I think the story is autobiographical.)
But here's the thing that totally surprised me: Through Italian, I've
suddenly acquired a new interest in literature, and not just Italian
literature but literature in general. Reading novels translated into
Italian adds to their interest and also makes me read more slowly (which
is a good thing, at least for me, as I seem to appreciate the writing
more). Even better is having an audiobook, as the actor-reader can help
bring the story to life. I've recently listened to Flaubert's ``Madame
Bovary'' and Bronte's ``Wuthering Heights'', for example. I doubt I
would ever have read them in English. Currently I'm on the fifth and
last volume of Hugo's Les Miserables. Sixty hours in audiobook format!
(But some of this can be skipped, as Hugo periodically gives long
history lessons having little or nothing to do with the plot. I'm much
more interested in the fate of Valjean and Cosette than in Hugo's
recounting of the Battle of Waterloo, for instance.) The reader, Moro
Silo, is fantastic. In my Italian lessons I'm telling an abbreviated
version of the story to Elisabetta, who seems to be enjoying it as much as I
do. It's a great exercise, as there is much difficult vocabulary and it
forces me to do most of the talking.
In any case, it's a lot of fun. Instead of dreading my commute, I look
forward to the next installment of ``I miserabili''!
dinner party was a smashing success! (This was with my Italian teachers,
their families, and the Browns.) The Browns got here first, and Kaia was
very excited about it. ``When will the Italians get here? Do they live
far away?'' She was dressed in one of her signature outfits, in this
instance including her fancy ``Anna'' (from ``Frozen'') boots and her
blueberry sunhat. Both she and Finley gave quite an enthusiastic
reception to Elisabetta, Roberta and co. when they arrived, waving from
the window and bouncing about like two little nuts as
usual. Elisabetta's youngest, Matteo, is almost six (and completely
bilingual), and Kaia and Matteo had a ball playing together. Matteo was a
bit shy at first but Kaia is such a little socialite that he soon got
into the spirit of the Nutty Nut Show. At one point he looked at Finley
and said ``That girl is crazy!'' At the time Finley was absorbed in
extracting every last molecule of icecream from his dessert plate, but
he returned the look as if to say ``yeah, tell me about it''.
And although straying rather far from the Italian theme, I have to
report the following exchange with Kaia. I had put on Kaia's sunhat
(Grandpa is known to be a bit nutty himself now and again).
Grandpa: Kaia, what do you think of my hat?
Kaia (after a moment's consideration): I have another one at home that
would make you look handsomer.
Anyway, Wendy made a fabuluos pasta and scampi dinner, a fair bit of
wine was consumed and a great time was had by all.
---------------------------
Now, on to La bella lingua, part II.
There are two key ingredients for learning Italian (these apply to other
languages as well, or at least to European languages, which are the only
kind I'm familiar with). The first is to make a systematic study of the
grammar, to the extent that time permits. Without a conceptual
framework, you'll be perpetually lost. The second is to read books and
listen to audiobooks in Italian. It constantly surprises me that so few
Italian students do this. Movies can help, but audiobooks are much
better for a number of reasons.
I'll start with the books and audiobooks, and return to the grammar next
time. In order to develop an adequate vocabulary, you need
repetition. Repetition, repetition, repetition. But how are you going to
get it, other than by moving to Italy for a couple of years? Typical
language ``tapes'' (or new-fangled modern equivalents) are much too
boring to repeat for very long. Textbooks usually include brief excerpts
from Italian novels, but it's hard to get very involved in an
excerpt. So read a novel! Listen to a novel! It's fun, and the listening
is ideal for those who (like me) spend a lot of time commuting by car. I
used to get frustrated with 45-minute commute times each way, but now it
rarely bothers me; I just listen to my audiobooks.
You have to start slowly, of course, and in the beginning things will
progress very slowly indeed. Be patient. Start with illustrated
children's books, or comics. Start with something simple that you've
already read in English, or at least already know the story. My standard
in any language is to start with the Tintin books, because they are
comics and I already know them by heart. Then you can venture into
actual novels, where again it's best to start with something you're
already familiar with in English. For example, the Italian translations
of the Harry Potter books and of The Wizard of Oz are wonderful, and
available as highly entertaining audiobooks (well, only the first two
Potter books, alas). Pinocchio is another good choice, and again there
is an excellent audiobook. I hasten to add that none of these will be
easy at first. After a 10-week Italian course I had to listen to each
chapter of the Harry Potter audiobooks multiple times to get the gist of
it. Reading the book at the same time helps. And slowly but surely
you'll improve. With the audiobooks, even when you understand less than
half the words, your ear is getting tuned to the cadence of the
language.
By the way, if you have a teacher he/she will probably want you to read
books by Italian authors. This is all well and good, but the fact is
that translations from English or other languages are often easier,
because they tend to have fewer idioms and don't require familiarity
with Italian culture or local dialects. The Wizard of Oz is easier than
Pinocchio, for example.
By the time I'd finished all seven Harry Potter books, I felt ready to
move on to more difficult fare. As always, much of my reading is purely
for pleasure, including for instance some entertaining contemporary
detective mysteries by Marco Malvaldi. On the more serious side, I've
been learning a lot about Italian history in the era of fascism and
World War II (roughly 1920-1945), taking a particular interest in the
stories of women who joined the resistance during the war. Renata
Vigan\`o wrote numerous short stories and a novel (``Agnes va a
morire'', or ``Agnes goes to die'') based on her experiences. Ada
Gobetti kept a diary, later published as ``Diario partigiano''. One can
also find online a short autobiography of Anita Malavasi. All of these
remarkable women had to contend not only with the fascists and the
Nazis, but also with the particular brand of sexism that is so deeply
embedded in Italian culture.
Of course there are many more writings by male authors of the era, among
whom I've found Pratolini, Silone and Carlo Levi to be especially
good. There is also Primo Levi's ``Se questo e` un uomo'' (``If this is
a man''), if you can bear to read a first-person account of surviving a
year in Auschwitz. Pratolini's novels generally involve the pre-war
fascist years, and although there is tragedy they are also very
positive. All of his writing (at least that I've seen) takes place in
his beloved hometown, Firenze, about which he writes so nostagically
that you start getting nostalgic about it yourself. My favorite is actually
a delightful short story ``Lo sgombero'', best translated non-literally
as ``The eviction'', about a boy and his grandmother getting evicted
from their apartment in Firenze to make room for the 1920's equivalent
of yuppies moving in from Torino. Pratolini's love of his home town and
sympathy for its people is touching, as is his sympathetic portrayal of
the grandmother--who is clearly based on his own grandmother, and
despite being quintessentially Italian is immediately recognizable as a
familiar grandma archetype. (In fact I think the story is autobiographical.)
But here's the thing that totally surprised me: Through Italian, I've
suddenly acquired a new interest in literature, and not just Italian
literature but literature in general. Reading novels translated into
Italian adds to their interest and also makes me read more slowly (which
is a good thing, at least for me, as I seem to appreciate the writing
more). Even better is having an audiobook, as the actor-reader can help
bring the story to life. I've recently listened to Flaubert's ``Madame
Bovary'' and Bronte's ``Wuthering Heights'', for example. I doubt I
would ever have read them in English. Currently I'm on the fifth and
last volume of Hugo's Les Miserables. Sixty hours in audiobook format!
(But some of this can be skipped, as Hugo periodically gives long
history lessons having little or nothing to do with the plot. I'm much
more interested in the fate of Valjean and Cosette than in Hugo's
recounting of the Battle of Waterloo, for instance.) The reader, Moro
Silo, is fantastic. In my Italian lessons I'm telling an abbreviated
version of the story to Elisabetta, who seems to be enjoying it as much as I
do. It's a great exercise, as there is much difficult vocabulary and it
forces me to do most of the talking.
In any case, it's a lot of fun. Instead of dreading my commute, I look
forward to the next installment of ``I miserabili''!
Sunday, March 15, 2015
La bella lingua, Part I
In this series of posts I'm going to talk about what I love about
Italian, explain how it has enriched my life in a number of ways (some
completely unforeseen), and give my take on how to go about learning the
language. I don't plan to do it in any particular order, reserving the
right to ramble aimlessly from one topic to another.
To begin, I'll suppose you're interested in learning some Italian. By
this I mean interested in learning more than just a few travel-oriented
phrases; I assume that you might want to be able to carry on a
simple conversation. How to get started?
If at all possible you should take a class (or private lessons), even if
it's just one hour a week. ``Teach your self Italian'' books, audio,
etc. are all well and good, but a class is much better. If you live in a
big city or a university town, the odds are very high that such
instruction is available. In the Seattle area, for instance, there are
many possibilities. For the last few years I've been taking lessons at
Percorso Italiano, a wonderful little school (classes are held in the
home of one of the instructors) five minutes from the
university. Earlier in my Italian education I took three quarters worth
of evening classes with ``Three Things Italian'', run from an
instructor's home in South Lake Union. Various colleges in the area,
including especially the University of Washington and Bellevue Community
College, are other possible resources.
The obvious advantage of taking a class is the social aspect; you get to
meet and talk Italian with all kinds of interesting people. For me it's
been a very rewarding experience getting to know Elisabetta and Roberta, the
co-founders of Percorso Italiano, and even their families (in fact we're
having them over for dinner next Sunday, as a thank you for their
incredible kindness during the worst days of my chemo).
On a more practical level, it's important to have an instructor who can
answer your questions and correct your pronunciation on the spot. This
brings me to my first nitty-gritty language topic: speech and
pronunciation. The first thing you have to accept--with any foreign
language--is that you're going to have an accent. You're going to sound
funny to a native speaker, and will inadvertently say funny (sometimes
hilarious and/or embarassing) things. As English speakers we are
accustomed to hearing all manner of foreign accents, and we smile at the
funny expressions non-native speakers come up with. Well, now the shoe
is on the other foot, so get over it! You can't hold back out of fear of
making mistakes or ``sounding funny''. On the contrary, speaking a
foreign language is like acting on the stage: speak up more; go
overboard; exaggerate; think of yourself as an actor. (These are all
things that I'm very bad at even in English, so for me it takes a real effort.)
For example, the ``r'' sound in Italian is a rolled r, similar to
Spanish. It is very different from the throaty English r (which English
learners often find difficult). But there's really nothing difficult
about rolling an ``r''. You just have to make the effort; exaggerate it
if necessary. Better to roll too much than too little! It's one of the
Italian sounds that I love. Another, perhaps my favorite, is the doubled
consonant. In English there is rarely any difference in pronunciation
when a consonant is doubled. For example there is little or no
difference in the way most people pronounce the ``b'' sounds in Abby and
Abigail. But in Italian, ``Abby'' would be pronounced ``Ab-by'', with a
distinct b in each syllable; an actual Italian example would be the word
``abbastanza'' (``enough''), which is absolutely not pronounced
a-bastanza but ab-bastanza. In rare instances one sees this phenomenon
in English, in words such as ``unnecessary'', where the ``n'' (but not
the ``s'') is distinctly doubled. Notice, by the way, that if one fails
to double the consonant here it even risks misunderstanding:
``u-necessary'' sounds like ``a necessary...''
In Italian such pronunciation errors are potentially embarassing. Two
notorious examples are ``anno'' (``year'') and ``penne'' (a type of
pasta). The words ``ano'' and ``pene'' refer respectively to an item of
anatomy and an item of male anatomy, where your first guess as to the
items in question will be correct. So if you're talking about the pasta
you had last year and don't double those consonants, you could end up
saying some very peculiar things indeed.
In any case, I love the rhythm that the doubled consonants add to the
spoken language. And if it's a doubled ``r'' as in ``vorrei'' (``I would
like''), so much the better! Then you have license to roll away to your
heart's content. The important thing is to make the effort. When in
Italy, you'll find that most Italians are very appreciative that you're
at least trying to speak their language, and I think also appreciate
that you're making an effort at halfway decent pronunciation. And be
creative, like the French mathematician who, while trying to describe in
English an animal he'd seen, came up with ``I don't know what you call
zem but zay look like Bambi''.
The best news is that Italian is almost one hundred percent phonetic. In
that sense it is easier than French, and at the opposite extreme from
English. With rare exceptions, if you hear a word spoken you can write
it down, and if you see a word written you can pronounce it. There are
virtually no silent letters, for example.
To be continued...Ciao for now!
Italian, explain how it has enriched my life in a number of ways (some
completely unforeseen), and give my take on how to go about learning the
language. I don't plan to do it in any particular order, reserving the
right to ramble aimlessly from one topic to another.
To begin, I'll suppose you're interested in learning some Italian. By
this I mean interested in learning more than just a few travel-oriented
phrases; I assume that you might want to be able to carry on a
simple conversation. How to get started?
If at all possible you should take a class (or private lessons), even if
it's just one hour a week. ``Teach your self Italian'' books, audio,
etc. are all well and good, but a class is much better. If you live in a
big city or a university town, the odds are very high that such
instruction is available. In the Seattle area, for instance, there are
many possibilities. For the last few years I've been taking lessons at
Percorso Italiano, a wonderful little school (classes are held in the
home of one of the instructors) five minutes from the
university. Earlier in my Italian education I took three quarters worth
of evening classes with ``Three Things Italian'', run from an
instructor's home in South Lake Union. Various colleges in the area,
including especially the University of Washington and Bellevue Community
College, are other possible resources.
The obvious advantage of taking a class is the social aspect; you get to
meet and talk Italian with all kinds of interesting people. For me it's
been a very rewarding experience getting to know Elisabetta and Roberta, the
co-founders of Percorso Italiano, and even their families (in fact we're
having them over for dinner next Sunday, as a thank you for their
incredible kindness during the worst days of my chemo).
On a more practical level, it's important to have an instructor who can
answer your questions and correct your pronunciation on the spot. This
brings me to my first nitty-gritty language topic: speech and
pronunciation. The first thing you have to accept--with any foreign
language--is that you're going to have an accent. You're going to sound
funny to a native speaker, and will inadvertently say funny (sometimes
hilarious and/or embarassing) things. As English speakers we are
accustomed to hearing all manner of foreign accents, and we smile at the
funny expressions non-native speakers come up with. Well, now the shoe
is on the other foot, so get over it! You can't hold back out of fear of
making mistakes or ``sounding funny''. On the contrary, speaking a
foreign language is like acting on the stage: speak up more; go
overboard; exaggerate; think of yourself as an actor. (These are all
things that I'm very bad at even in English, so for me it takes a real effort.)
For example, the ``r'' sound in Italian is a rolled r, similar to
Spanish. It is very different from the throaty English r (which English
learners often find difficult). But there's really nothing difficult
about rolling an ``r''. You just have to make the effort; exaggerate it
if necessary. Better to roll too much than too little! It's one of the
Italian sounds that I love. Another, perhaps my favorite, is the doubled
consonant. In English there is rarely any difference in pronunciation
when a consonant is doubled. For example there is little or no
difference in the way most people pronounce the ``b'' sounds in Abby and
Abigail. But in Italian, ``Abby'' would be pronounced ``Ab-by'', with a
distinct b in each syllable; an actual Italian example would be the word
``abbastanza'' (``enough''), which is absolutely not pronounced
a-bastanza but ab-bastanza. In rare instances one sees this phenomenon
in English, in words such as ``unnecessary'', where the ``n'' (but not
the ``s'') is distinctly doubled. Notice, by the way, that if one fails
to double the consonant here it even risks misunderstanding:
``u-necessary'' sounds like ``a necessary...''
In Italian such pronunciation errors are potentially embarassing. Two
notorious examples are ``anno'' (``year'') and ``penne'' (a type of
pasta). The words ``ano'' and ``pene'' refer respectively to an item of
anatomy and an item of male anatomy, where your first guess as to the
items in question will be correct. So if you're talking about the pasta
you had last year and don't double those consonants, you could end up
saying some very peculiar things indeed.
In any case, I love the rhythm that the doubled consonants add to the
spoken language. And if it's a doubled ``r'' as in ``vorrei'' (``I would
like''), so much the better! Then you have license to roll away to your
heart's content. The important thing is to make the effort. When in
Italy, you'll find that most Italians are very appreciative that you're
at least trying to speak their language, and I think also appreciate
that you're making an effort at halfway decent pronunciation. And be
creative, like the French mathematician who, while trying to describe in
English an animal he'd seen, came up with ``I don't know what you call
zem but zay look like Bambi''.
The best news is that Italian is almost one hundred percent phonetic. In
that sense it is easier than French, and at the opposite extreme from
English. With rare exceptions, if you hear a word spoken you can write
it down, and if you see a word written you can pronounce it. There are
virtually no silent letters, for example.
To be continued...Ciao for now!
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Old bloggers never die
It's been suggested to me that these posts are supposed to contain words of wisdom. Well, suggested in jest...but still! Words of wisdom have I none, but I do know two natural philosophers, wise beyond their years, who have some deep insights into the cosmos. Kaia of course, who inspired the What's behind the sky? series. As to Finley, here is a verbatim transcript of a recent conversation:
Finley: Grandpa, do you like licorice?
Me: Well, I did when I was a kid.
Finley: And did you know that when you die only bones are left, you turn into a skeleton?
Glad to have that cleared up. The little guy sets a good example in other ways. For instance, he recently did a face-plant into a concrete sidewalk (I'm glad I didn't witness it) with such force that Jessie was afraid he had a concussion. He didn't, but I was still concerned about him when they came over for dinner tonight.
Me: Finley, I heard you really banged your head. Are you okay now?
Finley: I have new socks!
Bright red ones, in fact, which he proceeded to show me with great enthusiasm.
Although it will be a while before I have any more cancer-related news, I've decided to keep writing anyway on things I find interesting. The advantage of a blog is that you don't need to worry about boring people to death; they can either read you or not as they choose. For instance, I love to talk about languages in general and Italian in particular, but try to hold back (honest, I do) at family/friend gatherings because I don't want to put people to sleep. In my next posts, however, I'm going to indulge myself a little and talk about Italian.
Meanwhile, if you have a pair of bright red socks, put them on and enjoy!
Finley: Grandpa, do you like licorice?
Me: Well, I did when I was a kid.
Finley: And did you know that when you die only bones are left, you turn into a skeleton?
Glad to have that cleared up. The little guy sets a good example in other ways. For instance, he recently did a face-plant into a concrete sidewalk (I'm glad I didn't witness it) with such force that Jessie was afraid he had a concussion. He didn't, but I was still concerned about him when they came over for dinner tonight.
Me: Finley, I heard you really banged your head. Are you okay now?
Finley: I have new socks!
Bright red ones, in fact, which he proceeded to show me with great enthusiasm.
Although it will be a while before I have any more cancer-related news, I've decided to keep writing anyway on things I find interesting. The advantage of a blog is that you don't need to worry about boring people to death; they can either read you or not as they choose. For instance, I love to talk about languages in general and Italian in particular, but try to hold back (honest, I do) at family/friend gatherings because I don't want to put people to sleep. In my next posts, however, I'm going to indulge myself a little and talk about Italian.
Meanwhile, if you have a pair of bright red socks, put them on and enjoy!
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