Friends and readers,
I know I’ve not filled out the “about” gadget so there is no biography of me to the left nor is there an actual photo on the top right of this blog. If you have wanted to know, I’m not sure this will do, but here is my resume as put into 2 concise paragraphs from on The Victorian Web. It’s “to go with” the three essays and any reviewing I do. Compare to one I wrote in early 2000 for my website.
A resume is a very odd document. It tells the biography of someone from the peculiar (if you think about it) angle of each time he or she has been attached to an institution or business or governmental organization, done something one of these bodies recognize as counting, mattering. You can — if you must — add a few personal details, but if you look closely you find these two are of the kind that produces a certificate somewhere, as marriage, producing other human beings. Or you could, if you’re pinched, give yourself a title, invent an institution, fund it and list. But to those in the know this is a transparent maneuver.
How do we define ourselves for real? How many people take this measuring of themselves against such a scale to heart? I fear too many.
I will be reviewing regularly for the Victorian Web. I didn’t have a conventional mug shot of me taken recently: this too should be clearly arranged so as to fit into some conventional mode. All my good ones are of me in my fifties and worse yet the best are in black-and-white. So there only a detail of one I’ve put the whole of here. Shows that no one institutional has been taking photos of me and I haven’t been having photos taken in that style (one need not renew a passport more than every 10 years, and colleges and gov’t organizations save money by re-digitalizing older ones).
So here am I very un-institutionally, with my two cats, Ian (a ginger tabby) and Clary (a tortoise)
It’s a hot day but not hot enough for air-conditioning so the picture is “marred” for official use by the fan — as well as the cats. Yes I’m reading Trollope: that’s He Knew He Was Right, as edited by John Sutherland for Oxford Classics. This is the picture I should have on the top right of this blog, but don’t (cats, fan).
And I add a third book I’m proud of as I’ve written here: my long essay, “Intertextuality in The Pallisers and other Trollope films,” was praised by Kamilla Elliot as particularly outstanding in the volume.