Carrie Fisher was a writer and performer who found worldwide stardom as Princess Leia in Star Wars (1977), released when she was just 19. It was her first leading role, after a striking cameo in Shampoo (1975), and she reprised the part in two sequels in the 1980s, and a further two made this decade.
Fisher would later say that Star Wars had inadvertently \u201ctricked\u201d her into celebrity; that she had been a bookish teenager, more interested in writing than performing, and had she known how famous the film would make her, she would have turned it down.
Yet stardom was the family business. Fisher\u2019s mother, Debbie Reynolds, had also achieved international fame aged 19, for her first leading role (in 1952\u2019s Singin\u2019 in the Rain ), and her daughter was surrounded by almost impossibly famous people since birth.
To create a single iconic screen characterisation \u2013 as Fisher did with Princess Leia \u2013 is more than most performers hope to achieve. It does not denigrate Fisher\u2019s work in other fields to acknowledge the scale of Star Wars \u2019 cultural impact, given that she made a significant contribution to its popularity.
It is also not true to imply, as some have, that she achieved little else as a performer after the original Star Wars trilogy. Hannah and Her Sisters (1986), The \u2018Burbs, and When Harry Met Sally\u2026 (both 1989) are fine films, great examples of their respective genres, and Fisher is extremely good in all three of them. She might never have played the female lead in a film as successful as Star Wars again \u2013 but for decades after she did, neither did anyone else.
In 1987, Fisher published Postcards from the Edge , a novel that drew on her own life as second generation Hollywood Royalty. When her book became a film, Fisher wrote the screenplay, and many expected her to also play the lead, Suzanne. The role instead went to Meryl Streep, who was nominated for an Oscar. When asked why she didn\u2019t take the part herself, Fisher was clear that she didn\u2019t want to, insisting: \u201cI\u2019ve already played Suzanne.\u201d
From then on, Fisher\u2019s acting work, such as playing a therapist in the first Austin Powers (1997) or her Emmy-nominated turn in 30 Rock (2007), took its cues from her own writing. It played on her fame, public persona and known interests and passions, including her work with mental health organisations \u2013 an intertwining of her life and art that continued for the rest of her life.
In parallel to performing, and a continuing career as a novelist, the success of the Postcards film made Fisher an in-demand Hollywood screenwriter. This was largely \u201cpolishing\u201d \u2013 for payment but without credit \u2013 scripts attributed to other hands. A comprehensive list of these screenplays is inherently difficult to compile, but her uncredited work is acknowledged to be seen in Hook (1991), Sister Act (1992), The Wedding Singer (1998) and several Star Wars films in which she did not appear.
She did receive credit for her episode of Star Wars creator George Lucas\u2019 Young Indiana Jones television series. (It depicted the teenage Indiana\u2019s affair with Mata Hari, was directed by Nicolas Roeg, and is as odd as that description makes it sound.)
In 2001, she wrote and received credit for the screenplay for These Old Broads , a celebration of women in Hollywood in the generation above her. It starred Shirley MacLaine (who had played Suzanne\u2019s mother in Postcards from the Edge ) and Elizabeth Taylor, the woman for whom her father, Eddie Fisher, left her mother in 1959.
Her most recent book, The Princess Diarist , published in November this year, was a volume based on diaries she had kept while making Star Wars. Witty and emotionally complex, it provoked headlines by confirming longstanding rumours about her on-set affair with Harrison Ford, and was accompanied by an international signing tour, from which she was returning when she was taken ill.
On the London leg of her tour, a friend of mine found himself roughly in the middle of the long, long queue of people wanting a few moments with her. As his turn approached, she shot him a wicked look: \u201cI\u2019ll do you before my break,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd then during my break, I\u2019ll do you. A girl has to relax somehow.\u201d My friend \u2013 not easily embarrassed and far from a blushing novitiate \u2013 turned crimson and was reduced to monosyllables, to Fisher\u2019s great, cackling delight. She then posed with him for a picture in which both are beaming. Like a Colette or even an Ana\u00efs Nin, her public life had become as much her art form as her performances and writing.
It is her writing that should be a lasting memorial. Others could perhaps have played Princess Leia nearly as well, but only Carrie Fisher could have written Postcards from the Edge or her one-woman show and subsequent memoir Wishful Drinking. The next few days will be filled with tributes to her, including this one, but all will be insufficient. No one else will ever write about Carrie Fisher as well as she wrote about herself.
In 1950, the postwar crime reporter Percy Hoskins (of the Daily Express ) published a book whose title was appropriated by a British television series in the late 1960s and 1970s. This book \u2013 No Hiding Place! \u2013 promised to be \u201cthe full authentic story of Scotland Yard in action\u201d, and it remains a compulsive read today, not least for its helpful guide to underworld slang, presented in an appendix \u201cfor the benefit of the young detective\u201d.
From this, we learn such standard slang terms as \u201cbracelets\u201d for handcuffs, \u201cdabs\u201d for fingerprints and \u201cmilky\u201d for cowardly, but also less guessable coinages, such as: \u201cHe did a tray on the cave-grinder\u201d (he got three months\u2019 hard labour), \u201ckybosh\u201d (one shilling and sixpence) and \u201con the jamclout\u201d (shoplifting).
At this distance in time, such unlikely stuff probably raises more questions than it answers. For example, why would \u201con the jamclout\u201d mean shoplifting, when \u201cjamclout\u201d surely means sanitary towel? Was Hoskins being had on? Were unscrupulous criminals shooting him a line?
Consulting other, later slang dictionaries, I couldn\u2019t find the expression at all, but if we go back to the trusty Eric Partridge, in A Dictionary of the Underworld (1949), we find him quoting a source from 1933: \u201cOne member of a team makes a small purchase and holds the clerk\u2019s attention while the other steals.\u201d Aha. You will notice that Partridge doesn\u2019t specify the type of small purchase, perhaps out of delicacy, but I think we are finally getting closer to the etymology, if we use our loaves to join the dots.
This is the trouble with books on slang. However exhaustive they are, they always leave you asking, \u201cBut why?\u201d Max D\u00e9charn\u00e9\u2019s engaging book Vulgar Tongues is a spectacular feat, collating information from a mind-boggling range of sources \u2013 from jazz lyrics to dime novels, from 18th-century brothel directories to 1960s criminal autobiographies.
Take a word such as \u201cchippie\u201d, meaning whore. D\u00e9charn\u00e9 gives us a couple of quotations from Dashiell Hammett\u2019s Red Harvest (1929) and Raymond Chandler\u2019s The High Window (1942) \u2013 which is where you would expect him to find some. But his killer examples are the title of the jazz record \u201cChasin\u2019 Chippies\u201d by Cootie Williams and His Rug Cutters (1938) and an exchange from a 1960 Chester Himes novel set in Harlem, The Big Gold Dream :
\u201cI was watching out for my girls,\u201d Dummy replied.
\u201cYour girls?\u201d
\u201cHe\u2019s got two chippie whores,\u201d Grave Digger replied. \u201cHe\u2019s trying to teach them how to hustle.\u201d
Confronted with such impressively wide reading, it seems churlish to ask for more. Yet I find it frustrating that someone so immersed in jive talk doesn\u2019t ask bigger questions about it. Every chapter (on sex, crime, the police, and so on) is written in the same way, and with the same basic purpose: to impress the reader with the variety and colourful nature of historical slang, and to prove through a plethora of examples that words that you thought were coined in 1965 had been around (sometimes meaning something else) since the 19th century, or at least since the Jazz Age. \u201cGroovy\u201d was not coined by Paul Simon for his \u201c59th Street Bridge Song\u201d, for example. Originally it meant what you would assume it to mean: in a groove, boring, square.
Slang words often start out as the property of an in-group and, when they escape into the daylight, they can either catch on or transform themselves horribly (take the dire fate of \u201chipster\u201d). At other times, the slang meanings of normal words simply die and are forgotten. While reading this book, I heard on BBC Radio 3 the announcement of a \u201cYoung Brass Award\u201d and choked on my teacake (\u201cbrass\u201d, in the old days, being yet another word for whore).
What I wanted from D\u00e9charn\u00e9 was impossible. I wanted him to think about the purpose of slang. I was brought up speaking mostly slang and, in most social situations even today, I have to edit my speech, for fear of sounding like Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady \u2013 speaking in a middle-class accent but using expressions such as: \u201cWhat I say is, them as pinched it, done her in.\u201d Once, as a guest on CNN\u2019s American Morning , I panicked while trying to think of a way of saying \u201cpunch their face in\u201d and resorted to \u201cshowed them a bunch of fives\u201d, which was considerably more baffling as far as the lovely news anchor Soledad O\u2019Brien was concerned.
The slang of my mum\u2019s generation is the default language of my thoughts. When\u00adever I hear of someone going on exotic trips, I want to say (as my nan would have done), \u201cYou get about in your tea half-hour.\u201d When I\u2019m racing upstairs with the dogs, I often exhort them, \u201cCome on, come on, up the apples!\u201d
So, for me, slang is mainly about belonging (and nostalgia), but also about borrowed wit. People pick up slang and use it to make themselves sound more clever and original, but self-evidently it\u2019s not original at all. When you use slang expressions, you are reaching lazily for the pre-existing. This puts a unique pressure on slang. More so than any other branch of language, it has to evolve or die. D\u00e9charn\u00e9 never asks the question, but in all the cheap novels he cites in this book, do the authors expect their readers to understand the slang, or to be dazzled (or even worried) by it? Slang seems to operate to its full advantage when it collides with people who have no idea what it means.
I was so pleased that D\u00e9charn\u00e9 cites the Howard Hawks film Ball of Fire (1941). Written by Billy Wilder and Charles Brackett, it gives us Gary Cooper as a strait-laced professor of English brought face-to-face with a showgirl called Sugarpuss O\u2019Shea (Barbara Stanwyck), whose effortless slang expressions include, \u201cshove in your clutch\u201d (go away) and \u201cWhat\u2019s buzzin\u2019, cousin?\u201d (what\u2019s occurring?) \u2013 although the best line in the film is given to her mobster boyfriend, played by Dana Andrews: \u201cShe sulks if she has to wear last year\u2019s ermine.\u201d
The main effect of reading Vulgar Tongues , in my case, was to make me feel inadequate and poorly read. Why had I never heard of You Can\u2019t Win (1926), the \u201cclassic\u201d hobo memoir by Jack Black, or Robin Cook\u2019s \u201clandmark\u201d debut novel, The Crust on Its Uppers (1962)? Good heavens, I didn\u2019t even know that Cootie Williams had a band called the Rug Cutters!
I disagree a bit with the book\u2019s subtitle \u2013 An Alternative History of English Slang \u2013 as so many of the words and phrases turn out to be American in origin. I also think that it\u2019s a shame that no one pointed D\u00e9charn\u00e9 towards No Hiding Place! by Percy Hoskins, with its invaluable appendix giving us \u201con the riprap\u201d (cadging) and \u201con the ear \u2019ole\u201d (also cadging).
But you finish this book agreeing with John Simpson, the recently retired chief editor of the Oxford English Dictionary , who campaigned throughout his tenure to gather words from wider sources. His predecessor Robert Burchfield preferred to wait for words and expressions to be used in respectable quarters, such as the Times newspaper and the literary novel. I\u2019m guessing that you could waste several decades waiting for the expression \u201cshove in your clutch\u201d to turn up in the novels of A S Byatt. Meanwhile, the language would be much the poorer without it.
Lynne Truss\u2019s books include \u201cEats, Shoots and Leaves\u201d (Fourth Estate)
Vulgar Tongues: an Alternative History of English Slang by Max D\u00e9charn\u00e9 is published by Serpent\u2019s Tail (400pp, \u00a314.99)<\/p>\n

\n

\nSimilarity rank: 0.4\n<\/div>\n

Sentiment rank: -3<\/div>\n

\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n