Rebooting
At long last, I am getting back to my blog, if only because I am incapacitated from too much Christmas merriment yesterday and I have not been able to a) get out of my pjs or b) get off the couch.
I pen this from Munich, where I’ve relocated for six months to take up a fellowship at the Rachel Carson Center for Society and the Environment. I’m writing a scholarly book on the genre of ecobiography because it is, surprisingly, little-researched, despite the term being coined some two decades ago. I presented on my work at the RCC’s Lunchtime Colloquium last Thursday and a screening of this will eventually appear on YouTube. In the meantime, you can watch this video on my work which my excellent friend Prue Gibson made as part of a series on plant blindness. Prue is a plant studies expert and does loads of interesting, multidisciplinary work with plants and herbariums.
When I finish here at the end of May, I’ll move to Edinburgh for two months for another fellowship at the Environmental Humanities Network at the University of Edinburgh, then I have a month-long fellowship at Oak Spring Garden Foundation in Virginia in the US (this is an offshoot of the wonderful Hedgebrook Foundation for women writers). Over these three months I’ll be working on my ecobiography of Georgiana Molloy. I think I will need to relocate to WA for a few weeks to finish a few things off when I get back to Australia, and then the book will be done. Moving to Scotland is critical for my research as it will give me an understanding of how Georgiana perceived her environment, and how this both shaped and was altered by her translocation to Australia. And the OSGF is a centre for garden history so that will be very helpful for my research on Georgiana’s gardening.
I applied for these fellowships when my postdoc was ending and I was staring down the barrel of destitution. As it transpired, my institution also created some new appointments for people like me who are coming off Australia Research Council grants, and so I applied for one of those too, and then I was successful in all my applications. I was lucky that I’ve been able to take LWOP and do these fellowships overseas, & also have a job to come back to, although it’s only for a year (such precariousness in academia is the norm – secure jobs are few and far between these days).
As readers of this blog will know, trying to get my book done while on a postdoc was really hard. Partly it was because finishing Hearing Maud took way longer than I thought, but it was also because the expectations that I teach just about killed me because of my deafness. It was getting easier before I left, and I have some new hearing devices via the NDIS which work really well, but I have been so flattened by stress and anxiety that I really need to get away from academia & get better. I haven’t been writing creatively (this is not the same as writing academic papers) and that has also been extremely difficult as it’s integral to my mental health.
I’ve also realised that I’ll only ever be able to work part-time as an academic if I want to write, because of the expectation that I teach – it’s exhausting for most able-bodied people, but when you throw severe-to-profound deafness into the mix, it’s impossible. Which means, essentially, that my disability will curtail the amount I can earn. In this I am hardly alone. I was so pleased when a young deaf writer whom I mentored earlier this year, Fiona Murphy, won the Overland FAP Prize for her essay ‘Reasonable Adjustments,’ about the discrimination against deaf people by Australian employers. This is a beautifully written essay and Fiona articulated my despair and frustrations, using facts and statistics, in a clear and erudite way. I urge you to read it.
The first few weeks here have been anxiety-inducing because I am a deaf person in a country where English is not the first language (although practically everyone in Munich can speak English, a source of great embarrassment to me as I only know one language & that makes me feel uncharitable). The flight over was horrendous as the plane in Armidale was broken (I flew out from Armidale because I was visiting my parents and also gave a keynote at a UNE symposium on ecopoetics). They had to fly an engineer down from Sydney, which meant I was delayed by four hours and missed all my connections, including picking up my apartment keys at the other end. On the plus side, though, when I woke up there was snow!
I also, a few days after arriving, attended a conference in nearby Augsburg on life writing in the dystopic present. It was a fantastic conference — it was small, which meant I had the chance to meet some great people — and it was held in a hotel & conference centre which had once been a monastery, and the building retained its austere aesthetic. I applied to go to the conference with a friend who is in Aberdeen for a year and luckily we were both successful, which meant we caught up over gluhwein & the Christmas markets. However the conference also meant two days of solid listening which, together with jetlag, was pretty crushing.
My partner is here for a few weeks now, which is just lovely, and we’ve partaken (arguably too much) of the gluhwein at the Christmas markets, visited Regensburg and Nuremburg, and tomorrow we’re off to Dresden. All this has been a great restorative. A few days after we get back he will return to Oz and I will throw myself into my work not only to distract myself, but because writing is like wandering from dry regions to a waterhole.