Quote:Initially, some viewed the crossword puzzle with alarm, and some expected (even hoped) that it would be a short-lived fad. In 1924, The New York Times complained of the "sinful waste in the utterly futile finding of words the letters of which will fit into a prearranged pattern, more or less complex. This is not a game at all, and it hardly can be called a sport... [solvers] get nothing out of it except a primitive form of mental exercise, and success or failure in any given attempt is equally irrelevant to mental development." A clergyman called the working of crossword puzzles "the mark of a childish mentality" and said "There is no use for persons to pretend that working one of the puzzles carries any intellectual value with it.".
I agree with most of that except the " irrelevant to mental development" bit.
I think they do your head in and are a way of avoiding more interesting puzzles. Which is very relevant to mental development.
On the Pavlovian sugar lump principle; in this case a series of psychological rewards each one triggering serotonin activation, 5-hydroxytryptamine, a monoamine neurotransmitter, the whole central nervous system is suffused with a rosy glow of self-congratulation whenever a clue is solved and satisfies a need to demonstrate, usually to the self, although a few insecure people do boast publicly of their feats in this regard, a rather vulgar mannerism, one's intellectual brilliance, the compiler is granted the privilege of tailoring brains and, if enough of his puzzles are solved, or nearly solved, cloning them with his own.
Thus the puzzles become easier and easier in direct proportion to the number cruddled over and this leads to faster and faster delivery of the pleasure quanta and, theoretically at least, may produce a self-induced orgasm.
Doing crosswords from different compilers cannot but lead to confusion and perplexity unless the second compiler has been previously cloned by the first.
Obviously the compilers of crossword puzzles, and their editors. know all that and are thus able to render their subjects into addicts of the publication involved which foots up to a tax levied upon the service of facilitating self-induced sensations of well being which, in turn, when the conditioned habit becomes ingrained, leads not only to a sense of being infallible but of jealously regarding one's personal compiler, and the rag, in a similar manner as a lady does concerning her interior decor and presentational delicacies. As status symbols, I mean, which need stressing from time to time in order that the rest of us are reminded of the excellence of the organism to which we are paying attention.
Titles which include "Times" are the epitome of the puissant in this respect.
But a compiler who sets puzzles which an average person cannot do, a fairly easy thing to manage, is soon sent on his way by an editor who is concerned about circulation.