Contraterrenogenesis
My comment:
The art of injecting strangeness into a tale of wonder is like cutting a diamond: a proper stroke will bring out the brilliance, and an awkward stroke will shatter the diamond.
Let me offer two examples, in an opening line, of a single strange word or phrase that tells the reader he is opening a curious door into a world not his own:
"When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton."
or
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Such is when it is done well. Invented words should have invented roots: something that implies the word grew up from the world. The fact that hobbits live to one hundred and eleven years is peculiar, and something of their rustic quaintness is implied by the neologism "elventy-one." If it is not something country gentry say, it sounds like it should be. Again, the fact that the clocks strike thirteen hints that the future world of 1984 has gone to a decimal dial, with all the unpleasant associations of revolutionaries who revise calendars, making it Thermidor of Year One, and so on. It is done poorly when the newly-coined word has no roots and tells you nothing about the world involved.
It is poorly done when the reader cannot intuit from the surrounding words the meaning of the invented word, or when the invented words does not sound like an authentic word the people of your world might invent. I hate to dispraise one of my favorite books, but when telepathy in WRINKLE IN TIME is called "kything" it sounds phony. There are no roots to that word. It is a meaningless string of letters, not something a modern girl would say.
When the same ability is called "Night-hearing" in William Hope Hodgson's monstrous work THE NIGHT LANDS, it sounds authentic, or when it is called "Peeping" in Alfred Bester's THE DEMOLISHED MAN, or when it is called "our prison-yard whisper" in Robert Heinlein's TIME FOR THE STARS. In E.E. "Doc" Smith's Lensman series, telepathy is done with a psychic instrument called a "Lens", and the verb is "Lensing" ('he Lensed to her'); Ursula K. LeGuin, in her Hainish novels, calls telepathic contact "Mind-speech", and the verb is "bespoke." ('She bespoke him').
These words have a resonance, something that invites the reader to fill in what the author left blank. Hodgson implies the art of mind-reading is a thing of darkness and mystery; Bester implies that it is like a Peeping Tom, an intrusion; Heinlein implies secrecy; Smith uses a word that implies the powers of the mind are being focused, as with a magnifying glass; LeGuin implies a quiet, peaceful art.
Even when the coined terms have no relation to our language, they should have a relation to each other. In Zimiamvia (so the otherworldly poet E.R.Eddison assures us in MISTRESS OF MISTRESSES) the citadel of Zayana is called Acrozayana. We might not know what an Acrozayana is, but to an English-speaker, it echoes words like "Acropolis", and sounds like something whose walls and towers rise above ancient and unconquered Zayana.
(The title of this journal entry comes from my own THE GOLDEN AGE, which is as thickly-strewn with invented words and concepts Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the books In Vallombrosa, or should I say "as thick as a padawan in kemmer trying Rishathra on a Deltan nerf-herder." My word here is perhaps the most outrageous of the invented words in that book, but some readers might be able to puzzle out its meaning: Contraterrene is antimatter, and contraterrenogenesis is the process of making it.)
The art of injecting strangeness into a tale of wonder is like cutting a diamond: a proper stroke will bring out the brilliance, and an awkward stroke will shatter the diamond.
Let me offer two examples, in an opening line, of a single strange word or phrase that tells the reader he is opening a curious door into a world not his own:
"When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton."
or
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Such is when it is done well. Invented words should have invented roots: something that implies the word grew up from the world. The fact that hobbits live to one hundred and eleven years is peculiar, and something of their rustic quaintness is implied by the neologism "elventy-one." If it is not something country gentry say, it sounds like it should be. Again, the fact that the clocks strike thirteen hints that the future world of 1984 has gone to a decimal dial, with all the unpleasant associations of revolutionaries who revise calendars, making it Thermidor of Year One, and so on. It is done poorly when the newly-coined word has no roots and tells you nothing about the world involved.
It is poorly done when the reader cannot intuit from the surrounding words the meaning of the invented word, or when the invented words does not sound like an authentic word the people of your world might invent. I hate to dispraise one of my favorite books, but when telepathy in WRINKLE IN TIME is called "kything" it sounds phony. There are no roots to that word. It is a meaningless string of letters, not something a modern girl would say.
When the same ability is called "Night-hearing" in William Hope Hodgson's monstrous work THE NIGHT LANDS, it sounds authentic, or when it is called "Peeping" in Alfred Bester's THE DEMOLISHED MAN, or when it is called "our prison-yard whisper" in Robert Heinlein's TIME FOR THE STARS. In E.E. "Doc" Smith's Lensman series, telepathy is done with a psychic instrument called a "Lens", and the verb is "Lensing" ('he Lensed to her'); Ursula K. LeGuin, in her Hainish novels, calls telepathic contact "Mind-speech", and the verb is "bespoke." ('She bespoke him').
These words have a resonance, something that invites the reader to fill in what the author left blank. Hodgson implies the art of mind-reading is a thing of darkness and mystery; Bester implies that it is like a Peeping Tom, an intrusion; Heinlein implies secrecy; Smith uses a word that implies the powers of the mind are being focused, as with a magnifying glass; LeGuin implies a quiet, peaceful art.
Even when the coined terms have no relation to our language, they should have a relation to each other. In Zimiamvia (so the otherworldly poet E.R.Eddison assures us in MISTRESS OF MISTRESSES) the citadel of Zayana is called Acrozayana. We might not know what an Acrozayana is, but to an English-speaker, it echoes words like "Acropolis", and sounds like something whose walls and towers rise above ancient and unconquered Zayana.
(The title of this journal entry comes from my own THE GOLDEN AGE, which is as thickly-strewn with invented words and concepts Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the books In Vallombrosa, or should I say "as thick as a padawan in kemmer trying Rishathra on a Deltan nerf-herder." My word here is perhaps the most outrageous of the invented words in that book, but some readers might be able to puzzle out its meaning: Contraterrene is antimatter, and contraterrenogenesis is the process of making it.)