I’ve started reading Peter Barry’s Beginning Theory: An Introduction to Literary and Cultural Theory. I’m pretty sure someone explained the SQ3R reading technique to me before, so it’s not the lightning bolt it might otherwise be, but it’s still a pleasantly reassuring and solid sort of an idea. I’m equally sure that the explanation of the technique did not come up in school or college, but during the time I was working as a web developer, when my boss was a technical editor. Funny, that.
However, he asks in the introduction that the reader try to answer four questions, in outline at least. These are:
1. what first made you decide to study English, what you hoped to gain from doing so, and whether that hope was realised;
2. which books and authors were chosen for study and what they had in common;
3. which books and authors now seem conspicuously absent;
4. what, in general terms, your previous study taught you (about ‘life’, say, or conduct, or about literature itself).
And while those questions presuppose rather more study than I’ve done – or possibly, more recent study – I think they’re still well worth having a crack at.
I studied English in school because it was on the standard curriculum, and there was no way to avoid it. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have tried to avoid it anyway; I’ve always been a voracious reader, and English was essentially an easy mark. But it wasn’t an option not to. I’m picking up on it now, as literature, and as part of the Humanities course, because it’s something that has stuck with me, something I’ve done some reading and thinking in since, and because, as per the hypothetical mechanic in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, I’ve come to realise it’s something I need to know about.
Which books were chosen for study – man, that was a long time ago, and I do not recall. I know we covered Macbeth. There must have been a novel or two. I have no idea what they might have been. I do know that the exam questions we had said things like “from a novel you have read, explain…” – and I did not realise until the final school exams that we were supposed to use a novel we’d read in class. I always used some other novel I’d read outside of class for analysis; they were a lot more interesting. It’s kind of sad to think that the novels in class were the whole set of reading for some of my classmates.
There was a lot of poetry; I’m not sure if it’s an accurate recollection or not, but it feels like there was more than two-thirds of the course on poetry. The later OU course had the aforementioned Wide Sargasso Sea, and covered some of Shakespeare’s sonnets as well. I really liked sonnets, both in school and later. There was undoubtedly also some of the the works of Synge, and while I know some people like him, for me he’s in the same category as Peig Sayers and the Irish national anthem – dreadful dirges.
What seems conspicuously absent – do not get me started. The entirety of British and American literature, with the grudging exception of The Catcher In The Rye. Anything in translation, ever. Anything in sf, fantasy, or indeed any other genre. Is it any wonder I used my extra-curricular reading for analysis?
What my previous study taught me: that anything that lands on a curriculum is suspect. I don’t mean that as a sort of cheap shot; I think it’s probably no longer true. I hope it’s no longer true. But at the time, everything that got as far as being taught was inoffensive, in line with some of the nationalist ideals of Ireland, and had been taught for so long that the teachers were, through no fault of their own, repeating words they’d said ten or twenty times before, without any remaining interest.
I really am going into this with a whole arsenal of chips on my shoulders.
Visiting the Library
I went in to DCU last night after work, and Nina showed me the library. Possibly even the Library. Now, I was in and out of the libraries fairly regularly in Trinity, often looking for textbooks that other people had snagged, borrowed, or in some cases, hidden. They never had all that much impact on me, even though I know that in formal terms, they’re bigger. But looking into the rows of shelves yesterday and having the card-reader let me in was great. I can now find my way around the place – it’s Dewey Decimal, which makes it pretty easy – and borrow books. It’s all automated – scan card, scan book, deactivate alarm tag, and off you go.
There are also many rows of computers, on which you can log into a college account. I knew about this; I did not know about the huge amount of file storage which goes with it. I was looking at something over 200 gigs of storage there, which I suspect is more than I’ll ever need. And there’s a very intelligent sort of print service; you print to a virtual printer, and then walk over to the nearest real printer, tag on with the ID card, and lo, your documents appear.
I borrowed two of the books on the sociology list, more to try the system than with any major intent of working from them, although I’m certainly going to scan through them and see how closely they match the module curriculum. If there’s enough overlap, I’ll look to buy copies – I may well be able to get them second-hand from someone who did the module last year, as there seems to be a solid trade in such things.
I’ll get an official tour of the library and other services on Saturday, when there’s a Welcome Day for us distance-learning people. But it really does feel like the whole thing is getting going now.