Chapter 4 Notes from the Margins of Academic Life

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1 Academic Harassment

They say, we’ve never seen him behave like that, so you must be lying. (Chanel Miller, Know My Name)

Dear Madam Chair,

Thank you for agreeing to see me and for agreeing with yourself throughout our protracted and unpleasant interview. It was indeed consoling to learn that I have imagined the whole unhappy affair; now I can make an appointment with my doctor and ask for a referral to the psychiatric services. Your confirmation that Dr. X. has never bullied you was particularly reassuring; had he raped me, the fact that he has not once raped you would certainly serve as a very useful witness statement in his defense.

Permit me to congratulate you on your tactics. Pretending total ignorance of the circumstances was a masterstroke (although, for future reference, it might have been more effective to have maintained the pretense consistently throughout). I shall always be indebted to you for your invaluable advice, applicable to so many difficult professional situations. Above all, I will remember the golden maxim that when two people have a conversation behind closed doors, either one of them is free to deny anything that was said afterwards. In this context, I am assuming that your belittling and patronizing comments would, if repeated by me, be added to the list of things I have imagined.

Finally, I would like to thank you for pointing out to me how grateful I should be for the privilege of being associated, albeit in the remotest possible sense, with the Faculty, and for clarifying my position in the University as an official non person. I shall take care to refer to myself in future as “non persona non grata,” a title that does honor not just to me but to the wider academic community.

Yours etc., etc.

2 Academic Collaboration

One of my greatest research pleasures has always been collaborative projects. My first was with two other women. We investigated the presentation of men and women, from literary and social perspectives, in a medieval poem. Afterwards, I heard myself referred to at a conference as “one of those three weird lesbians.” (Why else would women want to work together?) I have to admit that in persisting, and going on to publish with one of my fellow-“lesbians” a paper on Renaissance love poetry, I was asking for trouble. (Isn’t that what women do?)

My next two collaborative research ventures happened to be with a man. This did not improve matters. First of all, the editor assumed we were a couple and sent a single set of proofs to my home address. I had to photocopy them and mail them, as my supposed “partner,” far from living in my marital home (which might have come as some surprise to my husband, especially after the “lesbian” revelation) was in another country. After our second joint publication, my head of department at the university (a woman) called me in for some career advice. I was to cease and desist from research collaboration with a man, because everybody would assume that the results were all his own work; none of mine. (Really?)

Over the years, I have gone from bad to worse, collaborating with people who self-identify in various ways. One thing they have in common, though, is that they do not use gender or sexual identity as insults or even grounds for suspicion.

Note to the Reader: Please don’t imagine that you have to sleep with your research collaborators. You can, if you like, of course. As it happens, I didn’t.

3 Academic Milestones

When I was just eighteen,
You interviewed me for a place at university.
You said, “The boys will all run after you;
How will you cope?”
When I was twenty-eight,
You offered me advice before an academic interview.
You said, “Just smile your charming smile.”
When I was thirty-eight and just-divorced,
You crept up on me and kissed my neck.
Your wife was in the next room.
When I was forty-eight,
You started telling colleagues I was “difficult.”
When I was fifty-eight,
You went too far.
I called you out,
and now, Sir, out you are.
So when I tell my students about teachers who inspired me,
Oddly enough, I never mention you.

Publisher’s Note

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Chapter 1 The Same Old Story?
Chapter 2 The Polyphony of Academia
Chapter 3 What My CV Doesn’t Tell You
Chapter 4 Notes from the Margins of Academic Life
Chapter 5 A Decisive Meeting in Department X
Chapter 6 Phantom Libraries
Chapter 7 On the Occasion of My Retirement
Chapter 8 How to Be a Professor in the Twenty-First Century
Chapter 9 Bad Days
Chapter 10 On Diversity Workshops
Chapter 11 Still a World to Win
Chapter 12 Fragments of Missed Opportunities
Chapter 13 Flexing Muscles
Chapter 14 Lessons I Learned at University
Chapter 15 Benevolence or Bitterness
Chapter 16 Observations from a Non-Academic on Academic Life
Chapter 17 Harassment and Abuse of Power from a Global Perspective
Chapter 18 What My Younger Self Would Have Said, Had She Spoken up, and How My Present Self Would Have Replied
Chapter 19 The Ghosts of Academia
Chapter 20 The Unbearable Shame of Crying at Work
Chapter 21 Panic Button
Chapter 23 Diving Deeper
Epilogue The Privilege of Writing One’s Story and Reading Those of Others
Epilogue Gathering Voices for a Better Academic Workplace

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