... I found this interesting:
"The scariest thing a young faculty member experiences is not, as is conventionally supposed, the “need to produce” and therefore her/his experience is not aided by the “mentorship” of an experienced scholar. Rather, the young scholar’s fear stems from the fact that no one in the department is talking to each other about scholarship. Faculty are socializing, going out, schmoozing all the time, and the ideas that supposedly drive the work they do are not being discussed. The mentor, if assigned, will try to teach the young faculty member how to navigate the minefield of the department, but that is exactly what is alienating. . The mentor, especially when well-intentioned, may be the model for what is wrong, not an aid in coping. Indeed, if the mentor is really similar to the young faculty member in terms of ideology or social identity, the mentor may be a model for what the young faculty member does not wish to become.
The one conversation everyone is having incessantly is the one about the micropolitical maneuvers within the department. This conversation is, of course always done with armor on, with an eye toward alliances and enemies already made, with everyone watching to find out which camp the new faculty member will join. And while there is a relationship between micropolitics and geopolitics, it is far more tenuous, far more mediated by local institutional conditions, than the new faculty first imagines.
Because no one is talking about substance, only alliances, and because alienation is general, a vacuum exists at the center of institutional power which is not filled by talent or argument, but by those who feel most comfortable or justified taking advantage of it. For those in power, and for those who hope to attain power, the arrival of a new junior faculty member is to be watched closely for his/her schmoozing choices. As a result, it is not simply the case that junior faculty fear senior faculty, but that the senior faculty fear the junior faculty, walking around wondering whether this new person will contribute to their already hatched plan to take over the curriculum. The fact that the new person was hired with accomplishments and expectations much higher than so many senior faculty members does not help this form of fear, of course.
While it remains true that the power differential between tenured and untenured faculty makes the ubiquity of fear particularly threatening to the careers of junior faculty members, the longer one stays the more one discovers that one’s unhappiness is simply an example of the larger misery of faculty members. Senior faculty don’t exactly help or support one another either. Tenure might lead to a sense of security; it surely does not breed happiness.
The net that academics are ultimately caught in, regardless of the structure or the “progressiveness” of the specific department, is the net of personal power. Within the capitalist professional class, the criteria by which alliances are formed and judgments made is generally limited by an abstract and objective, rather than personal, question: did you make money for the shareholders? Even where personality or group dynamics dictates one or another poor relationship, there is some criteria of performance evaluation outside of academia’s twin criteria: personal alliance and ideology. In truth, it takes an incredible number of hours to evaluate adequately any individual’s research. For all but a handful of us, the number of people who have given our work that kind of attention is miniscule. We are tied to those individuals not the way a consultant is tied to a client’s account books, but the way we are tied to lovers and friends — and ex-lovers and enemies. Obviously, I am aware that markets create winners and losers, and also, that there is no “free market” unconstructed by the intervention of human psyches. Yet at least within the bourgeoisie the existence of a monetary reference point provides some resistance to personal power, while the structure of institutionalized intellectual work permits no such outside reference point — not community service, not ethics, not, in light of the inability of humanities scholars to agree about what such a concept might mean, truth. Academia has neither capitalist forms of abstraction nor socialist forms of solidarity to recommend it."
[at http://jdeanicite.typepad.com/i_cite/2009/08/on-being-postacademic.html]
I am not sure I would say that I am postacademic (indeed, I am not quite sure what that means), but this writing does capture to an extent the way things seem to run. They say that so much depends on your research but there is no time to discuss it (as you madly try to produce your own) and it may be that you do not agree among each other about what constitute proper questions. It is all thought provoking. And harried people from outside the department determine, gratis and when they are able to get to it, your stature. (And I have done some refereeing myself--- and I was not that fast.)
But there is no help for this. It is going to be this way for the foreseeable future.
The thing for me to remember is that I do enjoy research. Also, while this year has been full of anxiety in a lot of ways, I have been able to enjoy intellectual "flow" on frequent occasions. That is what I need to hold on to.
Monday, August 03, 2009
No news on the book... but...
Posted by Mark at 6:16 am
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That's a scary read, and makes me feel very grateful that I was never tenure track at MIT.
My position as a Senior Technical Instructor left me free of departmental and Institute-wide committee obligations and, after the first ten years (of my total of 32) de facto tenure kicked in. As co-founder of Theater Arts as part of a curricular program, I also had a better than normal salary that just kept increasing, along with both the visibility and the opportunity to form collaborations and initiate projects as I pleased. It was kind of a state-of-grace position and I enjoyed it immensely. It was a demaning but rich and rewarding experience.
That said, early retirement, an absorbing project in constructing a house of my own design, and the love of a truly awesome man is BETTER!!
To me it is not such a scary read as I live this to a large extent. My days, however, are generally more pleasant than this. But the general situation is alienating, as what really matters is hardly ever addressed amidst a lot of, well, stuff. I will say here too that I am getting increasingly gloomy waiting for the referees finally to say something, anything. The waiting is curdling everything to such an extent that I am not getting much joy out of anything unless I forget myself. Gloomy I know--- but then again I have not been this down in years. Fun blog, yes? Sorry.
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