guy sajer wrote:It looks like we have some things in common.
Other than my superstitious irrationality, of course, I'm
sure we do.
guy sajer wrote:I had no help on my dissertation; I floundered and produced a piece of junk. But my advisor was good for one thing; he promised to get me through the process, and he did, in less than 5 years. I thereafter buried my disseration and hope nobody ever dredges it up.
My dissertation took forever, partially because it was far, far too ambitious, and partly because I had virtually no time to spend on it. I basically surveyed the history of several important philosophical or cosmological ideas -- the other fields I seriously flirted with when heading off to college were astronomy and cosmology; I even applied to Caltech, near my home -- from Plato and Aristotle up through Plotinus and the other Neoplatonists, as well as some of the early Christian church fathers, into early Islamic theology and philosophy, preparatory to discussing those ideas as they appear in the work of Ahmad Hamid al-Din al-Kirmani, a rather mysterious figure who served as theorist and secret agent for the revolutionary Egyptian Fatimid regime and disappeared in 1021 AD.
The dissertation was well-received. It even won a Best Dissertation Award from the Middle East Studies Association of North America. But I've always felt deeply uncomfortable with it, partly because I don't think there are fully three people in European and North American scholarship who are qualified to pronounce it good, but mainly because, even if they're not, I'm acutely aware of several places in the dissertation where, although I was making my best guess, I'm not sure that my best guess is right. So I've never published it -- though I hope, someday, to revisit those issues with my hopefully more mature and seasoned judgment and then to bite the bullet and publish it in substantially revised form.
guy sajer wrote:My advisor, though of no help writing, had a good view of the disseration, "It's the price you pay to join the guild. If it's the best piece of work you do, you're in trouble. Get it done, move on, and do better work in the future." I tried to keep his injunction in mind, and I like to think I succeeded.
I've advised a number of people doing dissertations not to do what I did: They should do what they have to do to qualify for a doctorate, but they shouldn't imagine that they need to cover absolutely everything or to revolutionize their fields. That's a besetting sin of mine; my articles tend to be overly stocked with ideas. I'm continually amazed by some of the things I read. Many academics will write an entire article about something that I would have regarded as, at best, a subordinate argument in a much more (and, likely, too) complex and dense piece. I'm trying to overcome that tendency in myself. Doing so would certainly increase my publication quantity.
guy sajer wrote:Though anyone who follows these boards would have an easy time figuring out who I am.
I figured it out once, out of curiosity. But I've since forgotten. (Rather an embarrassing thing for a veteran smear-campaign director such as myself to have done.) I didn't recognize your name -- which is not meant to indicate condescension, but merely reflects the fact that, at a university with 1200 or so fulltime faculty, there are many, past and present, that I don't know.
guy sajer wrote:So that's the short version of my history.
Thanks for sharing it. I found it quite interesting.
guy sajer wrote:Happy travels, and if you make it to Vienna, be sure to sample the pastries; best in the world, far better than the Krispy Kreme you're brandishing in your avatar.
I know Vienna somewhat, as well as their pastries. I'll be there briefly on this trip, but will certainly return to my favorite pastry shop.
Incidentally, just between you and me, I hate Krispy Kremes and I never buy or eat them. A legend has grown up about me, though, that represents me as so grotesquely obese that I risk interference with the seismic measurements at Caltech and probably affect weather patterns throughout the western United States. My enormous girth, which frightens children and stuns airlines, is explained by the fact that I essentially live at Krispy Kreme, with occasional forays to Chuck-a-Rama for dessert.