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links for 2009-10-23

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small thoughts

Exhortation to self: try to write a small amount, more frequently, rather than a large amount, less frequently.

Question to self: When did I start to attend lectures not simply to listen to what the lecturer has to say, but to see how he says it? or to attend undergraduate courses and learn, in the course of it, how I might myself begin to put together a course? A strange sort of dual consciousness now attends each lecture and seminar with me: somehow, at some point, I started to pay attention to content as well as form. At the same time as being taught, I am learning how to teach; and similarly with giving presentations, lectures. Not that I’m complaining — perhaps it’s just me, but I believe in the efficacy of this sort of learning: it hones the attention marvellously. And it does have an earlier precedent: since I can remember, I have read in part in order to learn how to write.

As an aside, I have in truth been thinking quite seriously about constructing a course on Southeast Asia, to the extent that I’ve kind of even started to collect materials for it. I’m nowhere even near to being in the position to teach anyone yet, but I regard this as a glacial amassing of interesting photos, secondary reading, sound and video clips, primary sources, quirky anecdotes, translations of key materials — out of which I’ll one day, hopefully, be able to fashion something really rich & interesting on the decolonization of Southeast Asia (which is totally a course I would love to teach!), or perhaps any sort of course on nineteenth and twentieth century imperial experience in Southeast Asia. Unfortunately I’m given to understand that Southeast Asia just isn’t sexy enough for most American universities; these days it’s all about China and the Middle East. I suppose until Southeast Asia starts rearing terrorists or becoming economic giants, I’ll have to fashion myself into a historian of empire or of East Asia, somehow.

links for 2009-10-10

A bookporn entry in commemoration of my return to England — I present a bookshop in Cambridge that should have ascended its luscious throne a long time ago: Heffers. Heffers began as a family business, and continues to lay claim to over a hundred continuous years of Cambridge bookselling, since 1876

even though it was bought over by Oxford’s Blackwell’s in 1999. (growl)

What I love about Heffers is the impossible cunning of its architecture. It takes its two floors of allocated building space and somehow, by some astonishing & satanic feat of interior design, engineering and L-dimensional skulduggery, somehow pulls four floors out of the rabbit’s hat. In all the following photos you will be able to discern, among those stern concrete pillars, four levels of gorgeous bookery. (Click through to Flickr for exposition).

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

The skulduggery continues. We have here a space deceptively masquerading as a cafe from the top of the stairs, until you move closer, and lo! a hitherto hidden Book Cranny balloons into sight.

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

Heffers also has nested nooks — crannies within crannies;

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

its History section curls away into two cosy corners in the basement, segueing into Classics and Philosophy at its fringes;

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

and, right at the back — no doubt situated according to some greater, inscrutable design between Politics and Medicine — a resident skeleton.

a tribute to Heffers, Cambridge

Love Heffers! it’s one of a kind. If you can stagger past the Cambridge kitsch out front, creep past the alleged bestsellers and resist the stationery sirens, the lower mezzanine floor now features a brand new secondhand books section. And from past experience, a secondhand bookstore in a town stuffed with owlish academics is Not To Be Sniffed At.

links for 2009-09-27

links for 2009-09-24

archive iniquities

In an archive that shall remain unnamed, I have recently encountered iniquities. Many, many of them — O it is an archive corpulent with iniquity — and I shall inflict four of these iniquities upon you, so that historians among you may know how good you probably have it in pretty much any other archive, and non-historians among you may know not to become historians, at least in certain regional specialisms. And that you may also know what soul-disfiguring things have been occupying me these past weeks.

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