No one seems to share my enthusiasm for Salman Rushdie’s wonderful, wonderful new novel Quichotte, so here is the promotional blurb for one of its competitors for the Booker. Mind you, I haven’t read the novel, so I have no idea what it’s like. It might be good for all I know. I’ll never find out, though, because who can possibly want to read a novel advertised this way:
By the way, the AC was set at 67F in the classrooms today. People were perishing. And as I already mentioned, the lights are always on and the AC blasting like crazy in our building irrespective of whether anybody is there. Just think about it. My office lights have been on for decades.
But we all supported the climate strike. It’s such a joke.
This local habit of leaving the garage door up during the hottest season at the hottest times of day, does anybody know why it exists? And isn’t it too expensive because the AC is on inside? Or does the closed door between the house and the garage insulate the house?
What I don’t get is the idea that students need a professor “who looks like them” in order to learn. That is, black students. Nobody says this about Indian, Chinese or Ukrainian students.
First of all, I’m not sure how the “looks like them” criterion is applied. Do we assume that “all black people look alike”? Or do we take into consideration that a black person from Ghana looks nothing like (to anybody but a total racist) an African-American student from St Louis?
Another issue is how that makes the professor feel. You go to school for many years, learn, read, write, publish… and then get hired because of your “look”? And what, the people at the interview evaluate you in terms of the “look”? Like, whether you are black enough? Like in, “yeah, but she’s Indian black not black black?”
I feel very uncomfortable participating in these conversations about “the right look.”