If given the
same assignment now, again I wouldn’t have to think hard about my choice: gusto,
two syllables of Italianate zest, a word I’ve written about before, as did
Marianne Moore (with humility and concentration) and William Hazlitt. First,
there’s the sound, a perfect trochee, followed by the wonderful optimism of the
long o, so unencumbered and open to possibility. Its applications are
myriad: books, language, prose, poetry, love, cuisine, music – much that is
most enjoyable in life. The word shows up again in Max Beerbohm’s 1942 BBC
broadcast “Music Halls of My Youth” (Mainly on the Air, 1946). The war
was on and Beerbohm celebrated the popular entertainment of half a century earlier.
When Siegfried Sassoon heard Beerbohm’s broadcast, he wrote in a letter to Sir
Sydney Cockerell:
“Max’s talk
I listened to with delight. For me it was and will be the only B.B.C. half-hour
worth remembering in 1942. No words can express what I feel about it. I laughed
aloud — but there were tears in my eyes too.”
Sure signs
of gusto in action. Here’s the passage in which Beerbohm uses the word three
times in as many sentences: “Indeed, I cannot claim for these ditties much more
than that there was in them a great gusto. But gusto is an immense virtue.
Gusto goes a huge long way.”
In my
lexicon, the opposite of gusto is enervation or anemia of the spirit. I would
ask that you reevaluate the word and reconsider Beerbohm as its embodiment.
1 comment:
My favorite word is "crop." It sounds like a carrot being gnawed. And an exceptionally flexible verb, too.
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