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Authors: Chuck Zerby

The Devil's Details

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“Written in a quirky, charming, opinionated style—and of course, extensively footnoted—
The Devil's Details
will give you a new appreciation for the literary treasures to be found at the bottom of the page.”

—Susan Larson,
The Times-Picayune
(New Orleans)

“A wonderful little treasure of learning, lightness, and literary history … indefatigably and effortlessly charming … a droll yet wild ride … Put this one with other small masterpieces and classics of tone and style—like, say, Strunk & White. Invaluable to all to love the word, wit, and the world.”

—
Kirkus Reviews
(starred)

“There may be people who find footnotes dull, but I can't imagine who they might be …. Mr. Zerby has a wonderful sense of humor.”

—Alex Beam,
The Boston Globe

“[A] quirky little essay.”

—William H. McNeill,
Los Angeles Times

“Hardly stuffy or trivial, this is a unique book that is also entertaining, factual, and a good read …. Highly recommended for all literary collections ….”

—Ali Houissa,
Library Journal

In memory of Angela Carmela Mascolo

TOUCHSTONE
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Copyright © 2002 by Chuck Zerby

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction
in whole or in part in any form.

Published by arrangement with Invisible Cities Press

First published in the United States in 2001 by Invisible Cities Press
T
OUCHSTONE
and colophon are registered trademarks
of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Zerby, Chuck.
The devil's details : a history of footnotes / Chuck Zerby.—lst Touchstone ed.
p.   cm.
“A Touchstone book.”
1. Bibliographical citations—History. I. Title.
PN171.F56Z47    2003    808
.027—dc21    2002036494
ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-8733-0
ISBN-10: 1-4165-8733-0

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Some material in “The Endangered Footnote” was first published
as an editorial in
The New York Times
. Reprinted with permission.

Acknowledgments

J
ANE, MY WIFE, LOVE
, and first reader, has been an indispensable companion during this adventure. My children, Karen and Christopher, deserve thanks for being who they are and for taking me out to dinner. Ann Brandon, as an editor at Invisible Press, was the first to see what one sketchy chapter could become, and coaxed and prodded a sometimes balky and sometimes confused writer into getting it done. My workshop readers supported and helped me when I most needed it, as always. Joe Bakanauskas did some valuable research on short notice and with vague instructions. All of the people at Invisible Cities Press were enthusiastic, helpful, and patient. And finally I want to thank Matt Zimet, whose wit and precise eye inform this project.

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The Endangered Footnote

T
HE NEED FOR AN ADEQUATE
*
book on footnotes is obvious. One of the earliest and most ingenious inventions of humankind, the footnote has been for centuries an indispensable tool of the scholar and a source of endlessly varied delight for the layperson. The lack until now of a substantial and appropriately annotated study of its nature, its history, its friends and enemies can only be ascribed to complacency. Annotators and literary connoisseurs simply have assumed too easily the continuing survival of this important adjunct to the printing press.

Such complacency is no longer possible. Gone is the time when the Reverend John Hodgson, the distinguished nineteenth century historian, could unselfconsciously devote one quarto of his multivolume account of Northumberland County (England) to a single gigantic footnote on the Roman Wall.
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Nor could the equally well-known historian Edward Gibbon expect any longer to be congratulated for allocating one-fourth of his space in
The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
to footnotes.

Footnotes distress publishers, who unfortunately lurk behind every book. They find notes unsightly, costly, forbidding. Toward the end of the twentieth century, publishers foisted upon the reader a recondite game to further discourage the use of notes. The game goes like this: First you must fix in your mind the number of the footnote, say 27, then you have to remember the page number on which footnote 27 appears, say page 85. Then you must turn to the back of the book, trying to keep your place with an inserted finger, and scan page after page until you discover one headed “Footnotes for Pages 81-107.” By this time you have forgotten the footnote number so you must scramble back to the original page and seek it out again, sitting small and sulkily, in the text. Only enthusiasts of acrostic puzzles and nine-digit ZIP codes can possibly persist in this game.

So complicated have publishers made the arrangement of notes, in fact, that help from sophisticated mathematics has been required. Utilizing the theory of sets and subsets, a so-called Hoffman system has been devised to guide annotators in the placement of their notes. It provides an intricate flow chart complete with little boxes and directional arrows—the kind of thing General Motors uses to keep track of its spare parts.
*

Several firms have gone so far as to announce that they will not burden their texts with footnotes, as if conferring a favor upon their readers. Others have slyly encouraged a writer or two to put up a Web site for the footnotes that have been refused the hospitality of the book itself. The notion seems to be that this way the scholar can find the “dull” citations if needed while the general reader can have an uninterrupted
good read
.

We know this to be nonsense, of course. The layperson as well as the scholar enjoys footnotes. They can be charming, an encouragement to read on, worth every penny of the extra expense.

The Letters of Evelyn Waugh
might easily have been published without any interruption by its editor. But then we never would have learned that the “pornographer” whom Waugh said fed a horse vodka and got bitten for his pains was Norman Mailer. Nor would we have learned that Mailer—tracked down by the indefatigable editor—insisted that he had not been trying to get the horse drunk but was merely patting it.
2

Such information keeps us reading, but the main job of the footnote is to interrupt. Simply interrupt.

A stern, no-nonsense lecture on the eighteenth-century belief that the universe was a smooth-running machine is being delivered. Suddenly, from the bottom of the page, a voice whispers, “It should be pointed out, however, that de la Mettrie, the author of the famous book
Man The Machine
, died of over eating and gout; he stoked the machine too well.”
3
The reader is intensely grateful for this human interruption.

Being human, authors sometimes miscalculate, of course, which is part of the charm of footnotes. That gentlest of philosophers, William James, once interrupted his discussion of the brain to reassure the reader. “Nothing is easier than to familiarize oneself with the mammalian brain,” he said. “Get a Sheep's head, a small saw, chisel, and forceps … and unravel its parts.”
4
Only a reader with a strong stomach will gain the assurance James intended.

Ironically, should the conspiracy to ease footnotes into extinction succeed, publishers' own interests will suffer. The absence of footnotes will discourage rather than attract the general reader, particularly when the text is difficult—the time when an interruption is most welcome.

In a fit of self-mortification, a friend of mine was trying to fight his way through an explanation of Kant's categorical imperative. The explanation, by an Oxford professor, was brief and kindly but after sixty pages my friend's eyes glazed over. Fortunately, a footnote interrupted. “It is extraordinary,” the professor said, “how early the human mind seems able to grasp the universality of moral law. A small boy of five, not especially conspicuous either for goodness or intelligence, was presented on a f lag day with several f lags. One of these he was kind enough to give me. Later he gave another to his sister, who rewarded him with a sixpence. Whereupon—surely on the assumption that his sister's action was a manifestation of universal law (even if this was not without advantages to himself)—he asserted, ‘If G. gives me a sixpence, the Professor will have to give me a sixpence, too.'”
5
My friend felt as if a window had suddenly been opened in a rather stuffy room; children's voices, distant band music drifted in. Refreshed, he managed to start marching through the text again—someday he may even finish it.

Amusement, charm, a chance to rest: These gifts alone should make us grateful for the footnote. But the footnote is also educational. If it opens windows to bands and parades, it also lets us peer into the inner workshops of scholars. A few glimpses of what goes on there should convince anyone that it is an entirely human activity, that the impersonal recitation of ideas or seamless narrative a text sometimes allows us to enjoy is an illusion—as much of an illusion as a Fred Astaire dance across tables and chairs, up walls, and across ceilings. Footnotes let us hear the missteps of biases, and hear pathos, subtle decisions, scandal and anger.

This function of the footnote is important enough to require a few immediate illustrations, though many more will be sprinkled throughout this book.
*

Bias: In 1838 Edmund Lodge, Esq., K.H., Norroy King of Arms, F.S.A., compiled for our benefit a book of documents illustrating “British history, biography, and manners in the reigns of Henry VIII, Edward VI, Mary, Elizabeth, & James I.” They were “selected from the mss. of the noble families of Howard, Talbot, and Cecil.”
6
Only the unsophisticated would enter the book without recognizing that the selections may have been skewed by the taste and temperament of its distinguished Victorian editor. But by the time we arrive at page 316, we may forget that, like a reporter who travels for a season with the same baseball team, say the Red Sox, Edmund Lodge, Esq., may cease to be a recorder of the team's hits and pitches and become a fan. (“Joe DiMaggio may have hit in 56 straight games,” such a writer might argue, “but he didn't join up after Pearl Harbor; Roger Maris may have hit 61 home runs but he didn't fight in the Korean War; Ted Williams hit over .400 for a season
and
served his country twice.” This kind of writing is even-handedness to a Boston reporter.)

Fortunately, on page 316, a footnote returns us to our skepticism. A report from the earl of Shrewsbury to the Privy Council states: “If money could have been had in these parts, I would assuredly for the present need have mortgaged or sold any land or things I have ….”
7
At the bottom of the page Edmund Lodge, Esq., tosses his hat and cheers. “The reader will not hesitate to join with me here in a just tribute of veneration to the departed spirit of true patriotism.”
8
Well, yes, unless the reader is a Yankee fan.

Pedanticism: Hegel, author of
Encyklopadie der Philosphischen im Grundrisse (Encyclopedia of the Philosophical Sciences in Outline)
and the late headmaster of a boarding school in Nuremberg, Germany, was a connoisseur of abstractions; in fact, some of his readers have come to believe that for Hegel only the mind was real. In a discussion of the beauty of nature, Hegel may have given support to that belief. He first suggests that “we call animal organisms bizarre, if the way their organs are connected falls outside what we have already often seen previously ….” Then he offers, as an example, “a fish whose disproportionately large body ends in a short tail and whose eyes are together on one side of the head.” The fish might have seemed simply a figment of Hegel's real or unreal mind had not his translator consulted an English colleague—perhaps a fish-and-chips devotee—who pointed out that “the description of the fish fits a Dover sole.”
9
This footnote both indicates the need for dogged and careful scholarship and recognizes the danger of pedanticism; readers who think scholars have an easy life are immediately put on notice. Scholars, like trapeze artists, risk humiliation—if not something worse.

Scandal: We might believe that Daniel Bell, famous for
The Coming of Post-Industrial Society
and other pronouncements, is simply a Harvard professor who sits quietly in his office explaining our past and forecasting our future. Certainly the number of words making their way out of his office and into print suggests a deskbound existence.

Bell's life, however, has not been entirely sedentary. In 1959 he was in Salzburg, Austria, dangerously close to the Iron Curtain. There, injudiciously, he let be seen a preliminary blueprint of the future postindustrial society. Unauthorized eyes were watching. On his return to the café society of Cambridge, Massachusetts, as he ruefully admits in a footnote, his plans “inexplicably … turned up as a citation in the volume published by the Czechoslovak Academy of Science on the scientific and technological revolutions which were creating a post-industrial society.”
10
One suspects disingenuousness on Bell's part: The ubiquitousness of industrial espionage is sufficiently known that his experience is far from inexplicable.

Clash of egos: A scholar's life is not for the timid. A somewhat sad illustration of this occurred many years ago. Historians were engaged in a furious conflict set off by a recently unearthed confidential memo submitted to the U.S. Intelligence Bureau during World War I by John Dewey, the philosopher and Vermonter. (The intricacies of the dispute are no more necessary for the general reader to grasp than a knowledge of how to load a musket is required by
War and Peace
.) A short volley of criticism, supported by fifty rapidly fired footnotes, was directed at one of the combatants by an inexperienced graduate student. The response was a barrage of eighty-four notes, at least one of which struck home. “Zerby,” the assaulted scholar's note exploded, “misquotes me, accidentally, I suspect by substituting ‘which' for ‘that'.”
11
The wound inflicted should not be minimized. Grammar—despite the considerable evidence to the contrary—remains important to graduate students. The imputation that the error was an accident instead of a subtle tactical move seems to have been devastating: “that” graduate student's name never appeared again in a scholarly journal.

The list of how the footnote humanizes scholarship could be extended nearly indefinitely. Indeed, for those of us who have followed its evolution with some care, the temptation is simply to extend the list
ad infinitum
.

We must recognize, however, that footnotes can be mistrusted precisely because they reveal the inner workings of scholarship. This has been talked about quite openly by Thomas McFarland, a deft biographer and scholar of the Romantic period. In a nice little confessional of his, “Who Was Benjamin Whichcote? or, The Myth of Annotation,” he recounts his own ambiguous relationship with the footnote. For one of his early books, he produced a manuscript of some eleven hundred typed pages, which we can surmise included about five hundred footnotes; subsequently he added another five hundred. “The Clarendon Press at that time,” McFarland assures us, “was noted for the elegance of its printing and design ….
12
” This commitment to elegance led the publisher to suggest that some of the notes be jettisoned; the conscientious scholar refused. Next came a suggestion that some notes be combined and placed at the rear of the book. McFarland took this to heart—though perhaps in that heart of his pulsed the blood of Rube Goldberg, for as McFarland excised some notes he complicated the remaining. Some nineteen so-called excursus notes were added to the back of the book; these were essays “put together from cullings of reference and statements on various topics.” And after those were added endnotes that were not “cullings” but “individually dialogical essays.”
13

The experience, however, apparently disillusioned him. “The effect of the whole volume was somewhat parallel to the paradox of Achilles and the tortoise. No matter how assiduously one read, one never seemed to be able to reach the end of the book; it was particularly dispiriting for the type continually to become smaller as one tried to hasten forward. Indeed, I have sometimes wondered whether anyone except me and my editor has ever actually been able to read the book through.”
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