The University of Alaska Anchorage

 
FEATURES
—————————————————————
 

Getting to know
...English professor Toby Widdicombe

Published June 17, 2003


Professor of English


11 years


Quite a wide range of courses, actually. At the lower-division level, I’ve taught introduction to literature for nonmajors; academic writing about literature; survey of British literature; masterpieces of world literature; literature survey. At the upper-division, there’s American literature (1800-1900, and 1900-present); literature of war; Shakespeare; history of criticism; poetry; Irish literature; utopianism. At the graduate level, I’ve taught introduction to graduate studies (research; bibliography; publication); the idea of nature; American transcendentalism; American literature and critical theory; American literature and cyberspace; American literature and the Lost Generation; and studies in the novel. I’m nothing if not a generalist.


In spring I taught Shakespeare (ENGL 424), masterpieces of world literature (ENGL 201), American literature since 1900 (ENGL 307), and an independent study on American literature and the idea of otherness. This summer I’m teaching a Shakespeare course.


I was born in Salisbury, England. I grew up in various parts of southern England: New Malden, Rickmansworth, Headington (a suburb of Oxford), and Stanton St. John (a lovely village just outside Oxford). I also spent some time in London. I even spent a year and a half in California when I was 5 or so.


I had the best streamed education the British taxpayer and my parents could afford. New College School, Magdalen College School, and Cambridge University. I studied English. I was the rebel in my family: My siblings and parents all went to Oxford University.


For a short time I worked for a company called Gala Cosmetics. My job was to work out how many boxes could fit into a trailer (apparently no one there had heard of cubic measurements) and to dispose of old cosmetics. It’s amazing how many ways you can find to throw something out. All different sorts of spins and trajectories. Once I also worked for the Inland Revenue (the equivalent of the IRS). God, did they have a form for everything! My best job was hop picking in Kent the summer before I went up to Cambridge. I worked as a “bine straightener” (a crucial job). The food was great; the farmer’s daughters were gorgeous; there was a pub just down the road that served “scrumpy” (very strong hard cider); and I was one of the few people there with a car. What more could a young man want?


I’ve been married for nearly 24 years to a wonderful woman, Jill, who manages to keep me sane. My parents got divorced more than 25 years ago. My father remarried, so now I have an Irish step-mother, two Irish step-siblings, and lots of nieces and nephews. It’s true what they say about the Irish: they definitely know how to celebrate. I have one surviving brother, who teaches at UC Davis. My other brother committed suicide 15 years ago (when he was in his mid-30s).


God, no. I’m far too juvenile for that. I’ll be mature enough to raise kids when I’m 70, but that’ll be a little late. Actually, Jill and I decided not to have kids fairly early in our marriage. Neither of us was terribly interested in reproducing, and I personally think that overpopulation is one of the most serious—and largely unacknowledged—crises facing this planet.


We used to have a dog, but she and I didn’t get on well together. She’s much happier with another family. We have a 7-year-old cat named Aelfric (after a character in the Cadfael mysteries). He’s a marvelous pet: handsome, clever, funny, opinionated and sweet. A perfect brat.


I’ll name four. Bob Dylan (because of the profundity of his lyrics and the grittiness of his voice); Johnny Dodds (for the enthusiasm of his clarinet playing—this was long before bebop ruined jazz); The Vapors (does anyone remember the New Wave music that preceded Punk?); and Nanci Griffith (for getting me through three bad years in New York).


This is an easy one: Indian food. I still remember having a Meat Madras in Portland, Ore. a couple of years ago that was truly a religious experience. I’ve been eating Indian food as man and boy for 40 years. I owe everything to it (and Marmite).


“Lord of the Rings.” I first read it when I was 11; I’ve read it eight or nine times since. For me, it’s essential to believe in the triumph of good over evil.


1. How politically radical I am. I’m a utopian socialist. For me, it’s essential within any socio-political system that the infrastructure be publicly owned. Beyond that, there needs to be a serious readjustment of wealth between the rich and poor in this country and throughout the Western world. No post-industrial society has ever prospered without a healthy middle class. I don’t see the United States beating that statistic. Lenin and Stalin certainly hijacked communism, but no one has ever disproved the accuracy of Marx’s economic analysis. I have a great many criticisms about capitalism, not the least of which is that it “succeeds” because it appeals to the worst instincts in people. Surely we should have got beyond greed and arrogance by now?
2. That if I hadn’t become an academic I would have liked to be a professional cricketer. For me, cricket (especially in its five-day Test Match form) is a marvelous amalagam of beauty, grace and complexity. I was quite good at cricket when I was a teenager, but my interests diverged. Don’t get me started on how awful baseball is in comparison. That game is just rounders on steroids.
3. That I once played in a poker game for 24 hours straight and ended up even. It was fun, but there have to be better ways of passing the time.


Well, the first one’s easy, pretty much of a doss: Shakespeare. I’d like to talk to him about his method of composition and about his relationship with his wife. I’d also like to ask him if he was the Earl of Oxford.
The second one is George Mallory and Andrew Irvine. They may have made it up Everest almost 30 years before Edmund Hillary. My heart tells me they did, but my head says no. I’d love to talk with them about what happened on their fateful climb and why.
The third is George W. Bush (and he’d be paying!). I’d just like an hour to tell him what an incompetent ass he is and how deplorable his behavior has been as president. As an unelected president, he has taken a model constitution and a healthy economy and has done his best in the last two years and more to destroy the former and run the latter into the ground. I’m patriotic enough to resent all that bitterly.


That’s an easy one for me. I almost studied history at university, so I’d like to take a history course or two. Actually, I’d like to get a master’s in history, but I’m too busy right now to find the time to do the coursework. I’m fascinated by the ways in which history is everything but the dry recitation of facts.

photo by kim perry