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Preview on the beer review

A couple of months ago I felt that it was time I reviewed a book again for a sociological journal. Looking through the list of what was available I quickly decided that I would review two books associated with the topic of alcohol so as to become more acquainted with the ins and outs of that subject (I work at an Institute for Addiction Issues at my university but often feel like I know nothing about the stuff. ) (No jokes about first-hand experience with alcoholism through living in Scotland please. I get that all the time.) The books of choice were The Economics of Beer, edited by Johan F.M. Swinnen, and Chavs: The Demonisation of the Working Class by Owen Jones. I didn’t get Jones as that book was snatched up pretty much straight away all over the work for reviews. I did get the beer book, however, and I don’t regret it.

The Economics of Beer is a collection of papers first delivered at the 2009 Beeronomics Conference in Leuven, Belgium. One of the book’s aims is to “demonstrate that beeronomics can be a serious scientific field, with thorough economic analysis on a set of important issues for our societies” (p. 354). In other words, academics working in this field aren’t too sure that all the fun they’re having with beer isn’t somehow in the way of serious scholarship. So what did they do? They did serious quantitative research, collected hard facts that can be presented in tables and graphs, and they founded The Beeronomics Society, all of which helps to show that beeronomics is in fact a scientific discipline. This aim, it has to be said,  is met effortlessly by the 18 essays in this volume.

The essays are well-arranged into four thematic sections discussing, firstly, beer history, then consumption, industrial organisation and lastly the new beer markets. Admittedly, the ‘important issues for our societies’ may not always emerge so clearly to the sociologist. Perhaps what is important for society from the point of view of an economist is quite different from what would generally be considered important. In any case, beer history for one is a very fascinating field as I discovered. Quite unintentionally methinks it is even full of irony! Consider this, for example: Since the early Middle Ages, monks had the exclusive right to brew beer, and beers were local or regional at best. After the Reformation, however, beer was brewed by independent brewers who annually increased their output and merged with other brewers, which by and by (skipping a few hundred years here) led to a consolidation of the market through ‘shake-outs’ of small brewers and mergers into large economies-of-scale industrial operations. Now, some of the large macrobrewers like Anheuser-Busch or SABMiller are again producing microbrews today, among them also monks’ beers (Persyn, Swinnen and Vanormelingen in this book). Full circle!

Alas, nostalgia which can often to be held accountable for cultural shifts these days is not the the prime cause of the microbrewery movement. Microbrews, or craft beers, are of higher quality than the standard lager beers (Go microbrews!), and as incomes rise the craft market share therefore increases (Tremblay & Tremblay in this volume). Despite the higher production costs and all sorts of other complications, craft beers still appeal to industrial macrobrewers because they target a different market segment. They help ‘winning’ young, health-conscious, quality-oriented, reflective and erudite customers’ hearts by appealing to feelings of personal superiority and regional belonging (see esp. Adams’ essay). Regional belonging comes in because microbrews, being bottled and all, can’t be transported very far unless one wants to incur astronomical costs for ferrying bottles of beer around which brewers normally try to avoid (hence bottling plants across the US – all the same cheap low-quality beer but bottled on location). Microbrews are therefore always local, unlike Becks which is owned by international beermulti AB InBev and can be purchased around the globe. But AB InBev is also producing regional beers these days. Macrobrewers, ironically, thus play an important role not only in the global beer market internationally, but also in the microbrewery movement which had originally developed as a niche market in opposition to low-quality mass beer. That Tremblay & Tremblay highlight this fact in their essay is a genuine contribution, which helps to forgive the authors for a few superfluous diagrams and tables.

Beer, it becomes clear throughout the entire volume, is an important source of revenue, so much so, in fact, that alcohol bans cannot be enforced in regions in which drinking alcohol is widely frowned upon because the loss of tax revenue cannot be recuperated. Arora et al. discuss this problematic revolving around the ‘beer-industrial-taxation complex’ in the Indian beer market but it also emerges in other essays. A second pervasive theme is that within beeronomics the American beer market (dominated by macrobrewers Anheuser-Busch, Miller and Coors who together account for 79.0 % of the market (p. 197); small but buoyant craft segment) is posited as the ‘standard’ against which all other national markets are measured. This presents us with a lopsided assessment of beer markets elsewhere. Thus, the spectacular failures of macrobrewers to gain a foothold in the Chinese market are seriously puzzling (‘why did the tried-and-tested methods not work?’), as are the drinking preferences of young Chinese who choose cheap Chinese beers of undifferentiated tastes over well-developed rich Western-style beers. Young Chinese, if they drink beer at all, like drinking copious amounts, so the beer needs to be of low alcohol content and it needs to be cheap, too. Once you understand the drinking culture you know how to enter the market, one would think. But this is not what foreign investors did when they tried to build up breweries in China; Bai et al. conclude that “foreign firms, with their expertise honed in other markets, just do not ‘get’ the China beer market” (p. 284).True story.

The German beer market apparently also poses more questions than the dominant view can answer. Wonderfully discussed in William J. Adams’ essay, this market with its many regional craft beer brands seems strangely unorganised and illogical in the sense that “some German breweries might be managed with objectives other than profitability in minds” (p. 238). With profitability in mind, soft factors such as adherence to brewing tradition on the side of brewers and attachment to ‘my local beer’ even though it costs more than the national/international brand cannot be accounted for. I have to make a confession: When I read this essay, I was a little bit proud to be German! We have so many different beers and it is true, I for one like to buy local beers! From the region where I was born though – I don’t like the Berlin beers. I love Lausitzer Porter! (A high-caloric and -alcoholic beer though, so gotta be careful with that one.) The poor American beer brewers seemed so jaded with all their preoccupation with profit. Do they still enjoy drinking beer?

As the breadth of the essays collected in this volume evinces, the American way is not the way of all beer. Thank God! Beeronomics is a young discipline, and one would hope that future work in it will be dedicated to other ‘bog-standard’ beer drinking countries like Australia and New Zealand which have received no mention this time. A beer book that doesn’t mention Speights in its chapter on beer consumption and advertising? That seemed strange to me. The Speights commercials must have been some of the most successful beer commercials ever. Here is an example of what I mean:

Beer is a vital ingredient of everyday culture in these markets – and culture matters to beer-economists, as is demonstrated throughout the volume (see esp. McCluskey & Shreay). Discussions of drinking practices, drinking venues and consumption-inducing events were also missing in the contributions but should, as the field matures, be taken on board.

I have learned so much about beer in reading these ssays! Half-knowledge most of the time, admittedly, like: Two days ago I went out for drinks with a friend and I asked for a bottled beer (to take outside with me later on – spring is here and it’s warm again!). When the waitress said ‘we have Becks and Heineken, which one will it be?’ I quickly tried to remember which macrobrewer owns which beer – because I wanted to go with the smaller one. In the end I made the wrong choice: I chose Becks which is owned by the biggest macrobrewer AB InBev but I should have taken Heineken, which ranks third in global beer production. (As I am not a beer specialist I can’t appreciate the difference between these two pale lagers anyway.)

New vistas ahead

I sometimes self-edit when writing about work in this venue. The truth is, I try not to talk too much about the things that go well in my life. Why?, you might wonder. Well, if I took my cues for what to talk about and how to talk from the way people around me talk about their lives then I would do one of two things: either complain about my work/life in general by stating repeatedly, supported by ample evidence, that it all sorta sucks; or moan about how much I have to work and how little time I have for other things in life. Sleep deprivation, burnt-out syndrome, all kinds of stress- and anxiety-related problems…all very en vogue. Too much so, if you ask me. I have problems just like everyone else of course and I moan and complain, too, but I don’t want to foreground my problems so much by talking about them more than I absolutely have to. If I did that, or so my thinking on the topic goes anyway, I would probably feel quite powerless. Plus, I don’t like talk that isn’t followed by action, so if I can’t fix a problem (because I’m unwilling or because it’s impossible) then I would often simply not talk about it at all. This is one of the ways in which I self-edit when I write on this blog, and I am prefacing what I actually want to say today with these words because I am going to break with my own rules.

Because today I want to express my happiness about how the academic life is developing for me.

But let me cushion that tough statement a bit more before I really delve into the good bad news.

Life isn’t kinder to me than it is to anyone else but I do try to be kind to myself occasionally. For instance, I would never skip sleep for work – what a ludicrous idea! I don’t work more than I have to and I keep up my hobbies so that I can remain high happiness levels. When it comes to complaining, I usually at least try to stand by my decisions, and part of that is to keep complaining about what I did wrong/too late/not at all to the absolute minimum. Some of my decisions are shitty, some of them aren’t; but they are all mine, not external to me, nor am I usually forced to decide one way or another (I have been lucky so far), so why would I complain about what happened? I also often think if I did that I’d bore my audience to death.

On the surface these little rules and maxism grant me a somewhat sunny attitude to working life. This relatively positive disposition towards things that are by many, including me, rightly perceived as challenges such as doing PhDs or writing research articles etc. is something I had to fight for very hard. Because I come from a family of pessimists. My mother grew up in post-war Germany and like many of her generation shows all the dysfunctional behaviours associated with secondary trauma. She lives her life through fear and has taught my sis and me to do the same. Dad doesn’t get much talking time in and usually exudes his friendly demeanour in the solitude of his office. (Bit of a shame that.) My sis and I have battled through our individual dark valleys and have come out well at the other end, I think. (Though sis has come out ‘better’: she is a remote healer now.) The last few years were still tough for me as, travelling around the world to obtain my academic qualifications, I experienced multiple dislocations. Hardest of that was that I basically lived without close friends around me for quite a number of years. I didn’t manage to make close friends at uni at all during the 3.5 years I worked on my PhD, or at least none that I am still in contact with. So it’s not like things have gone great for me in all respects.

But things are going really well for me now at work and I just want to say it for once: I am really happy about that! Never mind I am supposed to only bitch about work or comment on how it is all one big struggle. I won’t and it isn’t! I am working on two fascinating research projects, and although the work is time-consuming and none of the projects is completely up my alley, both are very interesting indeed. Work feels easy, if not effortless that way. My one colleague is a bit of a difficult person…but so am I, and I am glad that I seem to be able to be to my colleague the quiet counterpart and support that she appears to be needing. In a way I feel like I am making up for what others didn’t do for me back when I needed support during my doctoral dissertation. Strange logic perhaps but it feels balanced out.

Being the bookling that I am I have also begun thinking about writing a book. Exciting! This is also where the true cause for my current happiness lies. In Germany doctoral students have to publish their theses before they can claim the title of ‘Dr.’, in Britain we don’t, and so technically I wouldn’t really have to publish my doctoral work at all. But I really want to and I think I can do it, too. It’s the one thing I am really good at, to be honest. Always has been. That’s why I am Miss Bookling. During my PhD, the one thing that I think was different for me in comparison to a lot of my peers was that I always felt like a fish in water in the academic environment. I love the world of ideas, and I love it best when a sexy idea relates to an important real-world problem or issue. I strangely have no sense of deficiency or inferiority about my academic work at all. It usually serves a purpose and it usually meets that purpose, too. Some of my work is better than would be expected, and sometimes even my 20th draft is worse than one would want it to be. Still: Give me a stack of books on a given topic and tell me to write a paper on it within a week’s time and I’ll be happy; lock me up in a room full of academics many of whom will be my age and I will freak…So each to their own!

Anyway, last week I composed a book proposal for my first academic book. What a great exercise in world making that was! I truly created something out of nothing! (Erm… since it’s all still at the conceptual stage I have really created nothing, and out of nothing too… but nevermind.) All of a sudden there is a new book of whose existence I now know, and better than anyone else too! Hehe. I know what the first chapter says, how much of that is taken up in which way in the second chapter and how I lead into the empirical parts. I know how the book will relate to other books of the same character.* I can see the book before my inner eye. I could actually talk about the contents of the book I have not written for hours on end! I won’t, of course, partly because that might jinx the writing itself, partly because it spoils the quiet pleasure that was involved in producing the book proposal.There’s also the consideration for the audience again…;)

Oh how wonderful writing the book proposal was! I took the week off from work so that I could devote myself entirely to the world-making project at hand. I didn’t get up too early, nor did I get up very late – I had a full schedule every day after all! After two full days of reading, interrupted with shortish bike-rides under a blue sunny March sky, I started working on the proposal proper. On the third day around 10 p.m. the draft was done. Then I sent it on to my sweetheart to read it. His reaction was: ‘This reads like a proper book!’ Yay!

The entire undertaking is still almost a size too large for me, so at times I am apprehensive and doubtful. That’s entirely normal, I tell myself. After all, I will approach an international academic publisher with the proposal. I already know the name of the commissioning editor, yikes! Wonderful times ahead! I know that I will grow into these shoes that seem too large now. I know that I can write a book because I have essentially written two already – in the form of theses, true, but still. Composing a longer manuscript again will be easier now, I think, and it will be more fun because I will be my own boss entirely in the process. That is something I am truly looking forward to!

This is the shifting of the tides. Right now. Six years ago I could not have lived through this moment calmly. Back then I bumbled along and hardly knew what was going on. There was emotional chaos everywhere (yes, in academia). Three years ago I had a bit of a clue but felt unsupported and didn’t fully believe in myself. I can see how far I have come and I am grateful and happy for it.

And it is important to share happy feelings and thoughts! Thanks for sharing with me :)

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* In fact, the book that I propose to write or rather the imagined book that I will have written one day is a superb example for ‘invented books’ as discussed by Pierre Bayard in his excellent academic advice pamphlet How to Talk About Books You Haven’t Read. Very amusing read, the skills one can pick up in reading it come in handy at dinner parties and academic conferences.

 

 

Why I love books

A few weeks ago I happened to read one of these really great books, you know, the ones that give you that eerie feeling of being connected with the writer and that the two of you are made of the same wood. Packing my bag to return books to the library just now I was wondering if I should return it together with the other books and so I remembered that special feeling. One thing led to another and I am now at the point where I’m thinking: Honestly, it’s not self-evident at all why this one books was so great. And why would one love reading books anyway? What is it about this activity that is so special?

Not that all reading is awesome, of course. Most reading probably isn’t. The book that made me feel warm inside was an edited volume discussing power relations in academia and I read two essays in it discussing the PhD student-PhD supervisor relationship. So there I was, sitting at my kitchen table months and months after I stopped caring about this topic, and someone far away was describing precisely the troubles I had had and discussed them insightfully, without moaning and without accusing anyone. I was touched both how personal the writing was and also how fair and balanaced the difficulties in the PhD student-PhD supervisor relationship were addressed. So on the one hand I felt connected and understood, and I also learned something about fairness.

And that’s what a great book can do for you, I think, and why great books are so utterly invaluable: they connect you to the world and they help you extend your horizon, too. (People can do both as well, of course.) It doesn’t matter whether it’s a fictional or non-fictional book; in this case, it was non-fiction. One of the greatest works of fiction that I have ever come across and that also made me feel connected while teaching me valuable lessons about life was Jane Eyre. It’s truly oOne of the greatest books of all times, for women especially.

Feeling connected is obviously important for the reader as reading is per definition is solitary occupation. Even in a globalised world I consider it a miracle to feel connected to a writer who wrote what I am reading now in another country and perhaps even a different time, and yet we both had similar experiences and subsequent thoughts! This discovery always makes me feel connected, not to the writer as another person so much (though that too, but that’s not so super important) but to the world of ideas. When I see that someone else experienced what I did and reflected about it in a similar way, then I know that there is something to my ideas, enough anyway for some publisher to accept them in an article or book. This in turn encourages me to think and to take thinking seriously. And that’s what a good book can do for you and, accidentally, that’s also why it is so important for children to start to read early ( how else are they going to turn into proper little booklings, hm?).

So I love books because I gain courage from reading and because I know that others feel the same way. I also love books because I learn so much from them all the time. Even a badly edited book or one with semi-poor contents can still impart a lesson. Books in general widen my understanding of what the world is like and they help those of us who can’t travel places and talk to people all the time to widen our knowledge of the world. They teach us about the ‘possible possibilities’ (love this phrase by Steve Hitlin!) in terms of human thought and action so that we know what could reasonably be expected from a person or a group in situation x.

Most reading only makes sense when you are also living in the world at the same time, for how else can you relate to what you are reading? In that sense I think saying that I love books means that I love life and living, too. Books are only good in so far as they are commenting on life.

And that’s why it is so easy to say it: I love books! Reading is only not commendable when it’s all you have. It can’t substitute real social contact and it can’t stand in for the imperceptible learning that occurs all the time as we interact with others. It can only complement these processes, which is why avid readers, whilst sitting in the bar talking, will draw connections between what’s going on right now and some book that they have read or are reading, or why they will interrupt their reading to reflect on a personal experience. Reading is really just another form of living. It’s the reflective life, and such is the life of a bookling. That’s why I love books.

Pars pro toto, or The democratic body

Today was Tuesday, foot day. He had divided the week up among different organs and members: Monday, hands; Wednesday, ears; Thursday, nose; Friday, hair; Saturday, eyes; and Sunday, skin. This was the variable element of the nocturnal ritual, what it left open to change and reformation. Concentrating each night on just one area of his body allowed him to carry out the task of cleaning it and preserving it with greater thoroughness and attention to detail; and by so doing, to know and to love it more. With each individual organ and area the master of his labours for one day, perfect impartiality with regard to the care of the whole was assured: there were no favouritisms, no postponements, no odious hierarchies with respect to the overall treatment and detailed consideration of part and whole. He thought: My body is that impossibility: an egalitarian society.

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Mario Vargas Llosa (1990) In Praise of the Stepmother. London: Faber & Faber. pp. 59-60.

Creative productivity – an oxymoron?

I am under a lot of pressure right now to finish a major piece of work (i.e. my doctoral thesis but ‘major piece of work’ sounds better) and am working quite long hours. There usually isn’t time for much else, maybe for a run in between, but otherwise it’s just rabota rabota rabota … which is always risky because you might come to the point where you can’t stand the thesis any more, where it bores the heck out of you. Know the feeling? It’s the effect of alienated academic labour. Comes when you’ve overdone it.

That’s what happened to me yesterday, so I started bumming around in the blogosphere. The blog post entitled ‘Would you rather be productive or creative?’ caught my eye, which was great as I was in a ‘f*** yeah, I wanna be anything but productive today’-mood anyway. The author is a journalist and so her description of productivity was taken from her field – which apparently has many things in common with academia, if I may say so:

Editors aren’t terribly interested in whether you’re feeling creative — they want accurate copy/content/visuals and they want it now! The worst of its managers rely on the crude tool of by-line counts, i.e. how many stories have made it into the paper with your name on it (your byline.) So re-writing press releases or dumping puff pieces all add up to more bylines, if total garbage. So you’re visibly and undeniably producing and are therefore (whew! job saved!) productive.

Exactly, look how shallow mere productivity really is. All it does is save the job which, erm, is also important but still, where’s the creativity? As in academia a lot of the time, especially in Britain, what counts is the output. If it is of very high quality – good. If it isn’t so much, still good because it’s still research output. Productivity, then, is important for the material side of life. It does not seem to have many ties with any kind of spiritual life, however, which is where creativity comes in:

[Being creative] might mean inventing a recipe, choosing a new color for your living room, or starting a poem or sketching your cat or simply staring into the sky for an hour to let your weary brain lie fallow, like an overworked farmer’s field that needs time to re-generate.

This is ground well trodden. It’s true, if we want to stand a chance of thinking new thoughts rather than just follow the same old lines as many have done before us (and which usually passes, too), we need to be at leisure for some time. Idleness is what is needed.

If that is how you define creativity, then yes, it is productivity’s evil twin. I do think that this is a false dichotomy though. I firmly believe that as an academic anyway you cannot be good unless you possess a modicum of creativity. So what if you have lined out your last chapter and you know pretty much what needs to go into it? The question there, as in any piece of work, is how you start the journey, and that, my friends, unless you hold being dry as toast in high esteem, is a matter of some creativity.

What I mean is this: Of course the first sentence to a section can be ‘This section summarises what has been previously said on x and y..’. How boring. A first sentence in academia – and I firmly believe in this – can be beautiful too! Think of Jane Austen’s brilliant ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife.’ Wham! (It makes me smile every time! So great!) A sociological equivalent could read like this (from Andrew Sayer’s The Moral Significance of Class – great book!): ‘I was tempted to call this book ‘Think You’re Better Than Us, Do You?’, as that challenge, real or imagined, gets to the heart of the moral significance of class in everyday life.’ Also quite whammy, hm? Which is my point exactly: There can be lightness, humour and wit in scholarly writing. Productivity doesn’t have to be shallow per se.

Great ideas don’t descend out of the proverbial blue sky, of course. I often get stuck not knowing how to start a section ‘beautifully’. This could be because I am in a dull mood in which case I decide to start the section dully and to improve it at a later point when I feel more wordsmithy. Being stuck right at the start may also be a case of knowing exactly what you want to say and also knowing that the idea needs introducing, easing into. Some ideas are difficult like that, so it’s a real problem if you don’t have a clue of how to accomplish that easing into. This is where creativity comes in which in my case means loosley reading around the topic. The brain doesn’t get ‘weary’ in this process and it doesn’t require being let alone to lie fallow for some time. That would be pretty counter-productive, in fact. All my brain needs in these situations is a bit of food from a different source, a different perspective but it can’t be too different, it has to relate. So I read maybe one article, maybe two, or I flick through a book or two and make notes, and soon enough I have an ‘Eureka!’ moment: found the linking idea, can start off the section more or less beautifully, or at least not in an unimaginative manner. Works every time. It’s like scheduled creativity really. Very productive process. And I know it works because that is how writers of fiction do it too, or so says Kelly Ana Morey in How to Read a Book.

In some professions productivity and creativity may be really hard to reconcile, granted. Fields of inquiry differ, too, as do different scholars’ writing practices, of course. And although there it is a venerable tradition to juxtapose productivity and creativity as if they were mutually exclusive, in truth elements of both are incorporated in most processes. It is like that with most dichotomies. What Henri Bergson said about intelligence and instinct which are also commonly thought to be mutually exclusive probably also applies to productivity and creativity: “Neither is ever found in a pure state.”

Three cheers to Jane Austen and to creativity in scholarly writing!

Time for re-reading books

I am a picky reader. When I’m in the book shop browsing for new books many covers will strike my fancy and many plots, as per description on the back, will too. But they have to be set in the right place for a start; I have never been able to read books set in India for example. Russia, Africa, South America – no problem. So that’s one thing I am careful with, the setting. Then there’s the time; historical novels push it a bit for me most of the time. Self-finding narratives à la Paulo Coelho find limited appeal too. though I have read two of his. You know how it is, every reader has their likes and dislikes, so although there is a wealth of books out there it can sometimes be hard to find the right one.

Now, imagine you’re super-stressed out at work and busy at home in the evening and therefore have hardly any capacity to left to think about relatively (compared with stuff at work) unimportant things like ‘what book will I read now’. You won’t be asking yourself that probably because you won’t even have time to read, or at least you think you don’t have the time. That’s the situation I am in right now. Can’t be bothered relating to a plot, getting to know a protagonist and taking sides in a problem of sorts. And don’t even get me started on reading a price-winning or clever novel, or poetry – good grief! Not the time.

Now is clearly the time for going back to the old books, that’s what needs to be done. It’s re-reading time! I am so occupied mentally with finishing my PhD at the moment that I simply can’t get started on a new book. Bye bye new worlds-in-books, welcome old friends in books I have already read. Comfort, relaxation and pure enjoyment are the words on my mind when I am thinking of these books. You come back to them and you feel comfortable instantly.

That I came back to my old books follows logically from the fact that I love books and that I need to read a bit before going to bed, otherwise my brain won’t change gear. It’ll simply continue to rattle through thesis-related problems. So recently I stood there looking at my books wondering what to do: Couldn’t start a new book but don’t just want to re-read any old old book, as it were.

In come the novels of Jasper Fforde! I have only two of them, one of the Thursday Next series and one in the Nursery Crime series. What makes these novels so special? Well, Jasper Fforde, as I recently learned (here), comes from a family of academics which really shows in his prose and the brilliant creations in his books. The Thursday Next series, for instance, is based on the idea that there is such a thing as literary crimes, ergo there are literary crime detectives, or LiteraTecs, trained in English literature so that they can capture literary criminals. (So studying English Lit is important after all!) I read and recently re-read The Jane Eyre Affair in which the third-most dangerous criminal on the planet abducts Jane from the novel, thereby upsetting the entire course of the narrative. Thursday (Thursday Next is the female protagonist in these books) goes into the narrative to try and rescue the plot.There are a great many literary side-plots and there’s a bit of time travelling too. It’s a pretty colourful book.

The same can be said about The Fourth Bear which I am re-reading now. The twist here is that there exists something called PDRs, or ‘persons of dubious reality’ who started off as characters in fiction but, due to the power of the collective unconscious, have taken material form which is causing all sorts of problems. The red-legged scissor-man, for instance, will appear armed with a gigantic pair of scissors the moment a child puts a thumb in his/her mouth. Then there are the three bears who receive a visit by Goldilocks, a well-known gold-haired reporter who is later found murdered near the bears’ hut. The three bears, it turns out in the course of the investigation, are involved in the kind of mischief bears can be expected to be involved in: they are illegally dealing with honey of which they can legally only carry a small amount  since honey to bears is as cocaine is to humans. (I didn’t know that.) The heroes here are in the Nursery Crime Division which solves crimes related to nursery rhymes and children’s books.

So yeah, re-reading these books works really well! In fact, I am looking forward to going to bed because I know that I will be able to turn a few pages. The plots are lively and they make me smile all the time so that I fall asleep in a chuckling mood. Fforde truly has a great sense of humour and he has created worlds that are fun and easy to be in. That’s what makes his books so beautifully suited to being re-read in times of great stress. I can imagine P.G. Wodehouse’s books or Oscar Wilde’s plays to work similarly well: they are witty, there isn’t much drama – since that’s the last thing you need in times of stress – and they are humorous. Re-reading books with these attributes is always a pleasure and I can highly recommend it.

Blue-collar eye-opener

A few months ago I vented a bit about hypocrisy. To be honest, I have often felt that one of the most common reactions to that rant must have been ‘so what’. Because what was I thinking? That academia was going to be a what-you-see-is-what-you-get sort of place? Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking. The question I asked then was ‘why is academia like this’; the question I am asking myself now is ‘why did I think that way about academia in the first place’. Heaps of thinking happening again in the brain connected to these fingers.

(from http://www.wiley-vch.de/books/tis/cover_big/0471714399.jpg)

So, why did I think academia was going to be a straightforward place? ‘Because life would ne easier if it was’ is not the right answer, though that is certainly true. The book I am reading at the moment, however, suggests that my working-class roots have something to do with this. Alfred Lubrano, the author of Limbo: Blue-Collar Roots, White-Collar Dreams, explains that most institutional settings are based on middle- or upper-class values. “From an early age”, so Lubrano, “middle-class people learn how to get along, using diplomacy, nuance, and politics to grab what they need”. Working-class kids, in contrast, are socialised to “perform jobs in which they are closely supervised and are required to follow orders and instructions”. Nuance and subtlety don’t matter in that kind of setting, to the contrary, they are perceived as a bit fishy. ‘What’s the point of indirect speech or irony anyway? Just say what you need to say and get on with it’ is a kind of opinion that a middle-of-the-road working-class type would come out with in the face of middle-class diplomacy.

Hence the expected ‘so what’-reaction to my earlier piece: the middle-class postgrad would have never expected academia to be anything but a multi-layered, complex middle-class place. I sort of knew that it was that, too; at the time when I was so aggravated about what I perceived to be a deep-seated hypocrisy – which really ‘only’ was a middle-class habitus – I had been in academia for a while. But somehow I had lost my taste for it. I got bored with all the beating around the bush. At some point, probably due to talking to my granny so much who is proudly working-class, I had remembered the straight talk that I also knew and practised when I was younger, and I wanted to have it back. In other words, I remembered my roots and I realised that they weren’t all bad. They are pretty decent actually.

I can’t really ‘go back’, of course, and I don’t really want to either. EastEnders will never be my favourite programme – but not because I cringe at the lowly demeanour of what is depicted there, as some of my middle-class acquaintances do. I mean I do cringe at chavs and hen-parties as well (and don’t get me started on the British drinking culture…), but that’s just one side of the coin, isn’t it. There is another side to working-class life, however, that I cherish and that I will always endeavour to have in my life, and that is the “respectable, thrifty, hard-working and supportive imagined working-class community”, as Tim Edensor calls it. Also, if middle-classness means always biting your tongue and always controlling your emotions come what may – well, that won’t do for me at all!*

I see this in direct contrast to the institutional middle-class settings that I am familar with and that has its disproportional share of habitual snipers who, under the cover of humanist ideals, often treat each other abominably. – But of course I only see it that way because my class background already works at the level of perception. Not being middle-class, I obviously fail to see the point in all that strategising and subtle or not-so-subtle in-fighting. I think that’s a really great shortcoming of mine right there.

And now I’ll return to my assorted collection of screws and bolts which make a wonderful subject for blue-collar photography.

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* Maddy (on Jonathan Creek) is a bit too bitchy for my taste but the way she flares up is wonderful, funny and shows a refreshing unconcernedness about other people’s opinions. Although Maddy, being a writer, is not really working-class, this unconcernedness  is still a defining characteristic I would say.

Lebst du noch oder schwimmst du schon?

How better to dive into the stream of consciousness and let your thoughts float than in a floating home?

from http://inhabitat.com/mos-architecture-lake-huron-floating-house/

With rising sea levels something very similar to this house on Lake Huron is needed (for full article on the house, click on the image).The ‘coolest’ floating homes can be found here.

I have a very bookish interest in this topic. I imagine without being able to explain why – this is called an ‘intuition’ and it is legitimate to reason with them, as I have learned – that thinkers writing books and thinking thoughts in floating homes would be less prone to indulge in dualistic thinking than thinkers who feel the softness of their own flesh against the unyielding surfaces of their stationary homes.

Geeky superlatives

(If you don’t like the word ‘geeky’ you don’t want to read this post.)

  • geekiest means of transport: by train because you can read a lot. You can also write heaps. This list for one was born on a train.
  • geekiest way to fall in love: in the library in the English Literature or Philsophy section
  • geekiest way to die: by a million paper cuts as described in Walter Moers’ The City of Dreaming Books ( which is a pretty geeky book about books)
  • geekiest book to rank #1 on your personal reading list: Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain
  • geekiest cause for suicidal depression: “No one reads my book.” Will be the case for most of us so we must be prepared. (That wasn’t the royal we but the realistic we.)
  • geekiest existential fears: fear of paper cuts (justified!), fear that nobody will read my book (may also be quite justified)
  • geekiest misdemeanour: not returning library books or your friend’s books
  • geekiest degree subject at uni: Theology or Philosophy, or Systematic Theology which is a bit of both. Geeks all of them.
  • geekiest café/restaurant: a book shop-cum-café, e.g. Books and Beans in Aberdeen or Café Tasso in Berlin (where each book costs € 1!!)
  • geekiest place to live: no idea but I’d be interested to know. Also: Is geekiness an inherent quality? Because only then can we have geeky places to live.
  • geekiest activity to pass away the time: making a list of geeky superlatives

Baby steps for the sociologist

This is me fumbling around with party political theories right after a conference in the Study of Party Politics last November. I guess I worked with the old trick of starting with what you know already and then working from there towards the new stuff.

Pretty bookish eh.