I just got my warm-from-the-presses copies of the 18th edition of The Chicago Manual of Style (I’m happy-proud to note that I was a member of this new volume’s advisory board), and I wanted to pop a few pictures in front of you. It’s gorgeously well designed (truly: very easy on the eyes), and thoroughly thorough, and if your life has anything to do with editorial work, I can safely say that you will find it indispensable.
Not only does it cover all the nuts-and-bolts-y things, as CMoS has always done superbly and clearly, but it also delves thoughtfully into the nuances of This Our Twenty-First-Century English.
It pains me to say it, after all these decades of exhorting people to track down used copies, but my beloved Words into Type has perhaps finally achieved obsolescence. Bless it for its service.
And just so you know that I’m (a) still me, and (b) not a complete suck-up, parts of 6.83 and nearly all of 6.85 make me see red.1
Otherwise: It’s a thing of beauty.
To be continued,
Benjamin
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Grrr. Mine is stuck with some vapid shipping "partner" in Savage, Maryland. Perfect name, as I'm feeling savaged by the delay. Too on the nose? Prolly. I'm looking forward to seeing the infamy of 6.83 and 6.85.
OK, so now I'm two editions behind but I still have cash left over to buy food, drink, and oxford commas.