I love the semicolon. I adore that unprepossessing little mark that situates itself between clauses that could very well stand on their own but just aren’t sure they can pull it off without help. Honest and brave, the semicolon—a true diplomat.
“Yes, sir,” it says. I am fully aware that you are a clause of complete thought, having a subject and a verb, and are therefore worthy of the greatest respect. But you see, sir, this clause coming along right behind you has something to add. It complements you; it makes you look good. (See what I did there?)
The semicolon is well aware that it must share the burden with its cousins, the flighty comma, the rigid period, the dreamy ellipsis and the flashy dash. It is told, by writers who have achieved great success by ignoring it, that it is unnecessary, superfluous, and stuffy. Any number of words quite hurtful to a mark of distinction that seeks only to serve the larger narrative.
And so it waits. Knowing that writers love to string thoughts together, it sits on the grammar shelf gathering dust, waiting for those two perfect clauses to come calling.
The comma has no such detractors. It is considered the epitome of good writing to insert commas into one’s writing regardless of the clausibility of the series. I point to the following as my exhibit A:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison.
Now, no one would argue that A Tale of Two Cities is among the world’s great books, or have the temerity to suggest that Charles Dickens might have a teensy comma problem. But if I wrote that particular paragraph, I would be accused of running my sentences together without appropriate punctuation. I humbly suggest that a semicolon or a period or two might not have gone amiss.
And speaking of the period—I have nothing against that little dot. What would our writing be like if we could never stop for breath? It is important. It is necessary. It just. has. too. much. power. It does not equivocate. It demands a full stop, and there is no further discussion. I just sometimes feel that I don’t want to smell the brake dust while reading a passage. I just want to slow down, give it some thought, and then move on in the dance of words.
The ellipsis…ahh, the ellipsis…that is in a different category altogether…I am quite fond of the ellipsis myself…it signals a cessation of thought, speech, breathing…sometimes the very heartbeat of the reader…as though the author wished for her writing to be the last thing experienced this side of the veil… it can therefore be dangerous and should not be attempted by the amateur…
Which brings me to the dash family. The hyphen, the en dash, and the em dash are all cousins, but their uses vary greatly—I will be speaking of the em dash here—the one that just eliminates large pieces of thought—a bigger bully or lazier punctuation mark I have never seen since—well, you get the picture. In the words of our period, enough. said.
So, I will now return to my defense of that most abused of all punctuation marks, the semicolon; it seems to get a bad rap; I do not know why; there is a pause in the narrative; the reader, however, can expect the passage to end at some point; all clauses are connected by some fundamental purpose; the meaning is complementary and clear; in short, the semicolon is my hero.
I have been told that I overuse the semicolon; I don’t know why. It is a wonderful little tool…I have forgotten how many times I’ve needed it to express—the meaning should be clear, and I don’t. want. to. give. it. up.
Disclaimer: No punctuation marks were injured during the writing of this essay, although several were annoyed.