By Al Fasoldt
Copyright © 1988, The Syracuse Newspapers
A new kind of illiteracy is sweeping the country.
To give it a proper name, it's the illiteracy of homonyms-words
that sound the same as other words but are spelled differently.
Some say it's caused by the proliferation of spelling checkers
used on computers, but that's not the full story.
You see, most spelling checkers are abysmally dumb. They don't
know the difference between "bear" and "bare,"
or "do" and "dew." All that most spelling
checkers know is that "do" is spelled just as correctly
as "dew" is.
And that's where the disaster comes in.
Combine a bad speller (human variety) with a bad software program
that can't distinguish between the appropriate word and the one
that is just plain ludicrous, and you have the seeds of the new
illiteracy.
A poem posted on the Internet shows what I mean. Here it is:
I've brought this problem up with other writers, and many of them
say the current reliance on spelling checkers has made most of
us lazy. Instead of looking up (and learning) a word we don't
know how to spell, we just keep typing away, confident that the
spelling checker will catch our mistakes.
This is probably true. But I look at it another way. Spelling
is supposed to be taught in school long before students do much
writing on PCs, so I don't think spelling checkers are to blame
if we can't spell; I think these brainless software programs are
simply showing how poorly we were taught at an early age.
I say "we" so that you don't get the impression that
I am just talking about kids. Adults have this homonymic affliction,
too.
The other day, a distinguished publisher of how-to books sent
me a review copy of a book by a respected author. In the back
of the book, he explained how he had done most of the work on
the book himself-even producing the book's pages, ready for the
publisher's press, on his own desktop-publishing software and
laser printer.
I hadn't read past Page 11 when I saw his first gaffe.
"Press the brake key," the book said.
There were other mistakes just like that throughout the book.
I had better things to do than wade through that sort of illiteracy,
so I put on the breaks and went back to my keybored. The book
went into the trash.
Spellbound
by Pennye Harper
I have a spelling checker;
It came with my PC.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I've run this poem threw it;
I'm sure your pleased too no.
It's letter-perfect in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.