Back to square one
Competitive crossworders do it in ink. So can the
amateurs—taking pleasure in seeing where the words go wrong.
Unlike Merl Reagle—a puzzle constructor
who created his first graph-paper opus at age 6, sold his first
crossword to the New York Times at 16, writes a Sunday
crossword appearing in newspapers across the country, helps
New York Times crossword puzzle editor Will Shortz judge the
annual American Crossword Puzzle Tournament, and has created the
Chicago-themed puzzle on page 80—I’m a babe in the cruciverbalist
and Down and Out: recording a mind at work.
It’s true I’m a two- or three-grid-a-day
player, downing the Tribune’s puzzles with the morning
coffee and saving the New York Times for an end-of-day
soporific. And it’s true I can recite the genre’s stalwarts,
those odd, consonant- or vowel-heavy words that are money in the
bank for Reagle and his fellow constructors. When, for example,
was the last time you came across an etui or an ani,
or even an SST, outside the friendly confines of a crossword grid?
But I’m no Bill Clinton. According to Reagle,
the former president is said to complete the Times Sunday
challenge in ink, mistake-free, in about 20 minutes. Reagle adds
that one of Clinton’s tricks is to use a lowercase e, its
quick up-and-down curve shaving valuable nanoseconds off the time
needed to pen the uppercase E’s four separate strokes.
Still, like those hapless American Idol hopefuls
who, because they can sing along to karaoke, dream of becoming the
next Britney Spears, I’ve had moments—moving from 1
through 72 Across with hardly a bump, returning to 1 Down and filling
in the vertical blanks nonstop—when it seemed possible to
take it to the next level: to time myself.
The second the clock radio gets pressed into
service as stopwatch, the puzzle gets harder. Too many white squares,
too few black boxes. A Sunday theme whose underlying wordplay doesn’t
click, or a “well-known” quotation that spreads incomprehensibly
from row to row. Then the puzzle morphs from fun to nightmare marathon,
with me in ink-stained sneakers, straining forward but falling behind.
So I’ve learned to take solace in hitting
the wall. I love the way the same clue (a five-letter word for “lollipop
cop”) that draws a blank at bedtime (“nanny”?)
jumps out the next day with the clarity of a Monday morning quarterback
(“Kojak”). Although it would be nice to have the right
answer pop up precisely at the moment it’s needed, it’s
comforting to know that my mental storage operates much like my
bedroom closet: I may not be able to find that sweater today, but
I know it’s in there somewhere.
In the same way, a wrong bet placed on an ambiguous
clue (is rain being used as a noun or a verb?) can be seen as a
glass-half-empty defeat (a superimposed letter in all its proof
of imperfection) or a glass- half-full advance (one step nearer
There’s another reason to consider
the race as important as the finish line. A University of California
at Los Angeles study suggests that regularly working one’s
way through a crossword puzzle (or engaging in other forms of intellectual
stimulation) may stave off the onset of Alzheimer’s disease.
You can’t say that about watching American Idol.—M.R.Y.