‘Evolution’ is a tricky metaphor for language
development. I’m still trying to work out if it’s suitable or not, though I suspect
it’ll be superficially attractive but ultimately not really workable. Comparing
methods of evolutionary speciation to language development might be pretty
instructive, but one of the main underpinnings of biological taxonomy is that
cross-breeding between species is impossible; that’s a pretty good description
of what a species is. That obviously doesn’t hold true for languages (and it’s
worth noting there are dissenting voices on the biological front as well).
Pidgins develop as contact languages where
at least three different language communities meet, and there’s no obvious single choice as a lingua
franca. The pidgin does everything its users need it to, hangs around, and
when they have kids it becomes a creole. The second generation flesh it out a
bit, give it grammatical bells and whistles and generally pimp it out to their
satisfaction. To theirs but, as yet, no-one else’s; this early creole isn’t yet
codified, so can’t spread geographically to a sufficient degree to operate as a
lingua franca. The only way to really learn it is to live in a community that
uses it.
After a while it does get codified. Or at
least a variety of it will. Probably the variety used by the most dominant
social group. This codification may or may not happen before the creole starts
developing its own distinct dialects (though it’s probably all a mess of these
things happening at once). However, once it is codified and accepted as an official
working language it’ll start spawning variations of its own. All of which will
get lumped together as ‘vernacular(s)’.
It’s then perfectly possible to see where
this now established language could act as a lingua franca, or indeed to see one
of its dialects spinning off on its own to feed into a new pidgin. And so the
whole thing starts again. It’s possible, in fact it’s likely, that this new ‘feeder’
dialect will not be the prestige ‘standard’ dialect. Sailors and what have you.
Filthy mouths, the lot of them.
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