Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date.

For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now.

Slang: The Topical Dictionary of Americanisms

Slang: The Topical Dictionary of Americanisms

4.1 14
by Paul Dickson

See All Formats & Editions

Whether you want to be privy to the inside banter of the boardroom, backroom or the Washington Beltway, Slang is an indispensable resource, and a lot of fun. Slang is evidence that the spoken language is continually changing to meet new needs for verbal expressions, tailored to changing realities and perceptions. Unlike most slang dictionaries that list entries


Whether you want to be privy to the inside banter of the boardroom, backroom or the Washington Beltway, Slang is an indispensable resource, and a lot of fun. Slang is evidence that the spoken language is continually changing to meet new needs for verbal expressions, tailored to changing realities and perceptions. Unlike most slang dictionaries that list entries alphabetically, Slang takes on modern American English one topic at a time, from "auctionese" to "computerese", the drug trade and sports slang. Slang was originally published by Pocket Books in 1990 in paperback and revised in 1998 in hardcover and paperback. The new Slang has 50% new material, including new chapters on slang associated with work cubicles, gaming, hip hop, and coffeehouses. Dickson brings slang into the twenty-first century with such blogger slang as TMPMITW, which stands for "the most powerful man in the world" (the president). Whether you want to be privy to the inside banter of the boardroom, backroom or the Washington Beltway, Slang is an indispensable resource, and a lot of fun.

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Dickson is the author of numerous well-received one-man lexical works written in a very accessible style, among them War Slang and The Congress Dictionary. His third edition of Slang both an update and a revision of the earlier editions (1990 and 1998) includes 30 topics, such as "Bureaucratese" and "Real Estate," and more than 10,000 words. Some topics from earlier editions have been dropped (e.g., "Pentagonese," "Countercultural Slang"), others have undergone minor title changes, while nine are new topics altogether (e.g., "Hip-hop," "Net-speak"). The topical arrangement is unique among dictionaries of American slang, and the published edition will include an index (which wasn't included in the advanced reading copy seen by this reviewer). Bottom Line Dickson does a better job here of providing the sources he used to compile the entries in his own book, and he gives more information on origins than in previous editions, but this is neither an etymological dictionary nor the sort of cultural commentary one finds in books like Leslie Savan's Slam Dunks and No-Brainers (Knopf, 2005). Jonathan Green's Dictionary of Contemporary Slang (Macmillan, 1984) also tries to catch the current scene, but it is now more than 20 years old, which is ancient so far as slang is concerned. Dickson's is a useful addition to any reference collection and will complement rather than replace his earlier editions. Peter Dollard, Mt. Pleasant, MI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
“With focus, a passion for language, and a word-class ear, Dickson has produced brilliant chapter after brilliant chapter, any one of which would be a lifetime achievement for most lexicographers.” —Tom Dalzell, Senior Editor The New Partridge Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English and author of Flappers 2 Rappers--American Youth Slang and The Slang of Sin

Product Details

Bloomsbury USA
Publication date:
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Sales rank:
File size:
2 MB

Meet the Author

Paul Dickson, coauthor of The Bonus Army, has written numerous language books and dictionaries, including War Slang, The Congress Dictionary, and The New Dickson Baseball Dictionary. He has written for Smithsonian, Esquire, The Nation, Town & Country, The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, and The Washington Post. A founding member and former president of Washington Independent writers and a member of the National Press Club, Dickson is a contributing editor at Washingtonian magazine and a former consulting editor at Merriam-Webster, Inc.
Paul Dickson is the author of more than forty books, including The Joy of Keeping Score, The Dickson Baseball Dictionary, Baseball's Greatest Quotations, and Baseball: The Presidents' Game. In addition to baseball, his specialties include Americana and language. He lives in Garrett Park, Maryland.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Post to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews

Slang: The Topical Dictionary of Americanisms 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I close my eyes and let the tears roll down my face. I jump a bit when I hear the loud crack of thunder echo out of the silence. I can feel the elictricity in the air and on my finger tips as anoter flash of lightning materializes from the dark grey clouds above. A shiver runs up my spine as water seeps through my thin clothing. All I want is Maya back. She won't be coming back though, ever. The image is engraved into my mind. Her limp body with a tightly streached belt around her neck. "Ali, please come back in." Tyler's voice sounds calm but I can hear the pain he's hiding. "Why. I don't want to go in yet. I'm not ready." "Come in. No one wants you to get sick." I hit a breaking point and snap. "WHY DOES IT MATER IF I'M SICK? AT LEAST I'M ALIVE. DID MAYA EVER THINK ABOUT THAT THOUGH?" I scream at him. He's worried about me when my best friend just killed herself. "No, she didn't. She probably wasn't thinking about everyone that she was leaving behind. Or how much it would hurt others, she didn't think about what we would do when we found her body. No. Se just left." It comes out as a weak whisper and turns into a rant of all the emotions I'm feeling. "I'm sorry Ali. You know I am but you also know I can't change it. Stop fighing me. I love you and you won't even let me take care of you when you need it the most. Just please come inside." I turn to look at his tall figure standing behind me and when I meet his dark brown eyes, I know he's right. I stand on my shakey legs and start toward the house. My normaly blond hair is now brown from being soked in rain water. I let Tyler lead me back into te dimly lit house and I lay down in his arms. I don't care if we get the sofa wet, I just want to be near him. He holds me tight and I feel myself shaking in his arms. Tyler an me have been dating for nearly two years and he's always been there for me. No matter what I know he'll be there. I twist the promise ring on my finger and try to think about anything but Maya. Maybe one day the pain will fade enough for me to think aout her and only remember the good times. I don't know. Maybe. Tyler is my rock right now so for the time being, I think I'll just try to lean on him for support. After time passes my eye lids droop and Tyler picks me up and carries me back to our room. He lays me down on the plush bed and pulls his shirt over his head. Then, he tugs off his wet jeans and discards them on the floor. "You better not leave those there." "Fine I'll hang them up in the bathroom to dry." He gathers the wet clothing and goes to our small barhroom. I watch him disappear and then reappear in front of me. By te time he get back I've already undressed and slipped my pajamas on. Tyler stands in front of me in his boxers and hold his hands out to me. "Come on, let's go brush our teeth and then get som sleep." He yawns loudly and the hint of a smile crosses my lips. "Okay." I feel the slightest bit better thanks to him but the pain is nowhere near gone. It's still fresh in my mind but I know only time will heal this wound. When I finish brushing my teeth, I rinse off the toothbrush and return it back to plastic cup that usually holds it. Let's hope, for all my sanity, tomorrow is a better day that holds a new beginning. I climb in bed with Tyler after turning the ligts out to both the bedroom and the bathroom. "Good night." My voice cracks but at least it was above a whisper. "Good night, Ali." "I love you, Tyler." "I love you too."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My screams peirce the night sky. Sirens become a pounding in my head. Walki talkies beep . I cant go back. No not this time. Laim stands behind me holding me tight. My breasts go up and down as i breath in and out. Up and down in and out. "Its okay...Cassia we are going to be okay" Liams lips touch my ear as he whispers this . No. I think . No it WONT be alright. Chapter1 I wake up in a bed. So soft so comferable. My eyes spring open when i remember the events of last night. My sister is dead. My whole family is dead. I sit up. And relize uam completly naked under a bed sheet and cover. A pair of clothes is folded on the end of my bed. I sigh. I dress . A boy walks in and frowns. "What"i ask. The boy is about 18 my age and is super cute. "Your not naked" i cross my hands over my chest and look up to see his teasing smike. Wait. Hold on a sec i know thats smile."Liam"?he leans in and kisses me. "Yup" "what did they do to you"!? I ask he is quite for a long time then answers in one word."Burns" Oh . "What are we going to do?" I say. I dont know. "Well"Laim pauses and says"You could either kiss me and say"Oh laim you are the only person i will ever need and why dont you come and slleep with me?"or we could just awkwardly sit here and wait tell tommriw for departure" i smle ans lean in clise and say" well ive allways wated your get inside of your pants"and kiss him. The next da me and liam get ready for deparure dya. The day in witch we meet are life mates. My eyes are still re from crying. My sister Jennete will never meet william. I look up at the sky. It deep blue. The train comes puffing up. And we board. All kids from ages 13 and up. We are sent iut to re populate diffrent parts of theworld. Ew yuck. Me and liam we tease each other about repopulation all the time but all we ever do is make out. Here is how this"love game"works. One girl is paired up with a boy their life mate .there life mate keeps them alive from other guys. The other guys trie to kill the girls. If your girl is killed then you will have to go live with the guy who slaughterdyour life mate . Then at th end. Your team should have one girl and lots of guys. The girl picks her favorite guy and they go off and well you know get married. We stop and pick up anither load of kids. Are next stop? The matching center. I open a small book i was given on my lifemate. Leo. A tall beautifull boy. With blonde hair and blue eyes. Well actually bleached hair.liam leans over. I feel sorry for him all the preassure is on the guys.they have to keep a girl alive all us girls have to do is "motivate"the guys . Liam frowns. "What"? "Nothing"liam saysm i think about leo an his dreamy eyes. Chapter2 Liam shakes me awake . "Were here" my eyes flutter open exited ad scared. We are busseled into a big room. Liam grabes my hand annd says"this might be my last time to see you and i want."he pauses"i want you to know that i ...like you he squeezes my hand and walks off to find his life matem a cougj behind me makes me turn atound. Leo. Its leo!i throws my arms around him and she embraces me too. All i can make out is "hey" "hey" kei flios hus hair and says " you must be Cassia" i nod and push back my black hair. Leo leans in and says"you know we are only told what color you would be wairing and your name. I was praying for someone that wasnt ugly and the angkes answerd my prayrs.i blush and say so telk me a little aout yourself ad we walk into outlr hotel room. TO BE CONTINUED....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hey. Can you continue the story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ava wasn't sure what noise came out of her, but it sounded like a squeak. There was silence on the other end of the line. Scott held in a breath then blew it out. "Ava, i keep getting calls in the middle of the night telling me to give these 'missions' or who ever they are on the other end said they will kill you." Ava sniffed, and said,"Can you come get me? I need to get away from here." Scott answered almost immedietly, replying, "Yes. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Can you hold on that mmuch longer?" Ava began to reply, but her air was cut off by a bag being shoved over her head and being pushed into a large black Chevy Escalade. *This is Lynn, the author here! Tell me some things you liked or think i should improve on. Should i keep writing?* &star Lynn &star
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wanna chat
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Please search molly moon
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
17 year old jazz looked out the car window, crying lightly, seeing her home dissapear behind the car as the driver drove away. Why was this happening? Her mom sold drugs. Her dad commited tax fraud. And Jazz, she found out they weren't her REAL parents. Terrific. She looked at her reflection, twirling her black and velvet hair, wiping her blues that looked radiant againts her pale skin. She blew her nose on her red sweatshirt, not careing. Who are real parents, she thought. 3 hours later, the driver pulled up to a huge brick house in the woods up a windy road ontop of a hill. She got out with her luggage, and went to the door, nervous as hell. Jazz rang the bell, biting her lip. It opened. She didn't expect what was standing in the doorway. Part 2 coming very soon in next result
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
--Someone there was once A person and now shes gone
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Top 2: Lynn Long road to peace
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Search "joke books" . It's the fourth choice. Look @ the reviews and check "short story contest: rules" .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So true