This week's first word comes from an article by Amanda Hooton "Plug Me In" in the Good Weekend 10/11/11.
And, as we all know, there is nothing so ageing (apart from a really terrible haircut, or wearing black too close to your face) as making a moue with your mouth.
i) A small grimace; a pout.
The Weekend Australian's Books of the Year (Part 1) was also a source for wordy fun- actually all words that I recognised, but that I didn't really understand.
In its arrested, inchoate, David Foster Wallace's The Pale King was not so much a novel as a fictional artefact, but the chance to study his teeming mind wrestle with a work unfinished and perhaps unfinishable was captivating.
i) Just beginning; incipient
ii) undeveloped; immature; rudimentary
iii) (Law) (of a legal document, promissory note, etc) in an uncompleted state; not yet made specific or valid
3. Scabrous (adjective)
Also a scabrous satirical poem about American politics, As Long as It is Big (2005), by John Bricuth.
i) Roughened because of small projections; scaly
ii) Indelicate, indecent, or salacious
ii) Difficult to deal with; knotty
In this way, the apogee of my year's words combined Michael Ondaatje's novel The Cat's Table, Joan Didion's memoir Blue Nights and W.G. Sebald's 2002 masterwork Austerlitz: a triptych of memory, remembrance and the tricky nexus between recall and creativity.
i) The farthest or highest point; the apex. (Clearly it's this first defintion, but the other definitions are interesting too).
ii) The point in the orbit of the moon or of an artificial satellite most distant from the centre of the earth
iii) The point in an orbit most distant from the body being orbited.