Nothing to see here. Move along. Here’s this, aka the last I will ever have to say on the unsavory 3000-word hit piece that appeared in Inside Higher Ed the other day. And here’s some amazing art to go with it.
And here’s a quote, which (I hope) gets to the heart of why the hell all the hyperbole in the first place. BONUS AUSTRIANS!
But yes, the piece exaggerated. Every op-ed I write does. Every sentence I say at home does! My voice has, for better or worse, basically been what it is since my first turn as a columnist at the age of 17 (I appeared bi-weekly in Eugene, Oregon’s paper of record from 1993 to 1994 — kind of a big deal, I know). But it was sharpened in graduate school in a particular vein, as I fell in love with the crotchety Austrians who would come to define my research: Robert Musil, whose over-the-top satire of a bunch of rich drifters also belies harsh truths about the decline and fall of the Austro-Hungarian dual monarchy; the playwright Johann Nepomunk Nestroy, whose untranslatable humor involves saying something that is a massive exaggeration and an unfortunate truth at the same time; Karl Kraus, the patron saint of pithy bile and my personal hero.
Anyway, hope everyone continues to have a great week. I KNOW I AM. I don’t believe in God, but today I spent a good portion of the day sobbing (about various things; tough week!) and praying in my own way, the following prayer:
Please dear little baby, come out healthy, and be happy…and be just like your dad. Please do not be like me. The end. Bye! From, Rebecca.