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Not long ago, when I was teaching in the English department of one of our better universities, I received from a student an email requesting some career advice. Addressing me with a breezy "Hiya" (a convention that today's undergraduates appear to favour), the student said that he was interested in a career in academia. Could I explain how to go about pursuing such a career, and was it a career that was worth pursuing? The first part of the question was relatively easy to answer; the second part was rather more difficult. 

I had been planning a career in academia since my late teens. Now, a little more than a year out of my doctorate, I was without a research fellowship, I was teaching on a short-term basis for a "modest" wage, and my prospects of finding permanent employment were — let us say — slender. (I feel obliged to point out that my doctorate was from Oxford, I had plenty of teaching experience and I was developing a solid publication record.) Despite this, I felt sure that a career in academia was what I wanted — sure, that is, until I addressed the second part of my student's question. Summoning what meagre reserves of moral seriousness I could find, I asked myself whether I could honestly recommend what used to be called "the life of the mind", and found that I could not. In not much longer than 18 months, any pleasure that I had once found in my profession had vanished, and the recognition that this was a life for which I was not destined came as a relief.

Part of this relief was aesthetic and to do with the dreadful vocabulary — one thinks of Kingsley Amis's brilliantly satiric "strangely neglected" — that has infected academic life: "publish or perish", "research assessment exercise", "social impact" — these pathetic phrases, which are also pathetic concepts, could be left behind. But it was also a relief to leave behind a world that was — is — introverted, mildly corrupt, self-serving, possessed of a philistine fixation on "originality" and exploitative of its junior members. This latter point is especially serious. I can recall feeling something close to pleasure upon being appointed to my post. It didn't take long for the reality of my workload, euphemistically described as "challenging", to dispel any pleasure I had felt. 

My department was divided into broad teaching and research groups — medieval, Renaissance and so on. I was to join the Renaissance research group, and I looked forward to working with some of the prestigious academics comprising it. On arrival, however, I found that six of its nine members were absent on research leave. Moreover, their teaching and marking duties were to be absorbed by the remaining three of us. This would have been a preposterous burden for an experienced academic, yet, two of us were junior scholars, teaching these papers and a number of their relevant texts for the first time.

To be so encumbered might have been more bearable if my post had been a permanent one. However, I had no assurance of reappointment in the following academic year and, with no time to devote to turning my thesis into a book or a series of articles, diminishing prospects of finding a permanent job. Struggling through the year, I slowly recognised that the steps I was taking were not steps towards a permanent job and a manageable teaching load with perhaps some time for research. They were steps, to more of the same — to another temporary job, with an unmanageable teaching load and no time for research and, crucially, no permanent post at the end. I had only to consider the fortunes of a number of friends. Some of them had secured junior research fellowships or British Academy postdoctoral fellowships — the most one could hope to achieve upon completing a doctorate — and yet still found themselves, in their late twenties, without the prospect of a job and having to consider a change of career. And why? Because there were no jobs. Or at least, those "entry-level" jobs that usually went to some terrible type with two unreadable books and no personality. 

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Karl
November 26th, 2009
10:11 PM
Profoundly insightful. The exploitation of junior members is widespread in my institution too. And the scarcity of jobs means that people hoping to get a foot on the career ladder are only too happy to be exploited.

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