Writing a dissertation involves a lot of what my director calls foraging.
Having worked on my dissertation for a year and a day, I appreciate this
distinction more than ever between foraging and reading, even if "reading"
remains too capacious a practice to pin down. Foraging (i.e., picking back
through stacks of stuff one has already read before, already encountered) is
necessary for writing a dissertation, but I don’t find that it brings with it
the same sort of inventive lift I find in reading new stuff. Yet, striking
a reasonable balance between the two–between, that it, revisiting familiar
materials and ideas and taking up new materials and ideas–has been tremendously
of dissertating, I have foraged well enough to draft several chapters and revise
two of them sufficiently that they’re off to committee. What I haven’t
done well enough is read new stuff that’s not directly involved in the
dissertation. Sure, I suppose some of this is unavoidable, but it
nevertheless has felt like a void, especially so because it follows on the heels
of coursework and preparing for comprehensive exams–three years of intensively
reading new gatherings of texts that gravitate like this <—> rather than
–><–. Another way to put it: reading up to the dissertation favors centrifugal
force (i.e., tends away from center) rather than centripetal force (i.e., tends
toward the center). When I have that feeling of mental drought, I believe it
is–in part–because of not enough of this first sort of reading (whatever forms
it might take: books, journal articles, blogs, etc.).
I still have some dissertation left to write. Thus, there will be more
foraging this summer, more orbits around familiar work. But I also want to
renew some of the purely-for-the-spark-of-it reading that I have been missing.
Might be too ambitious to hope for a whole lot of time for this in the summer
months given that I am teaching a course, working in the writing center,
mentoring three new online instructors, wrapping up the draft of the diss,
polishing job materials, and traveling to Seattle, Albuquerque, and Hershey,
Pa., and, as importantly, grilling out, sipping margaritas, playing bolo toss,
cutting the lawn, and so on, but that’s a chance I must take. For summer
reading, then, the start of a list:
*A Long Way Gone, Ishmael Beah (SU shared reading)
Here Comes Everybody, Clay Shirky
The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Michael Pollan
A Whole New Mind, Daniel Pink
For the Love of It: Amateuring and Its Rivals, Wayne Booth
^PrairyErth (a deep map), William Least Heat-Moon (Is this for this diss?)
A Counter-History of Composition, Byron Hawk (Is this?)
The Ghost Map, Steven Johnson (How about this?)
The Back of the Napkin, Dan Roam (Might this?)
* I still need to pick up a copy of this.
^ This one’s underway. A few striking moments in the first one-third (up to
where I am now). On the other hand, it will push you to the brink of toxicity
with details about Chase County, Kansas.