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Forewordxi
Reinekke Lengelle
Forewordxx
David Livingstone Smith
Acknowledgementsxxiv
Editor Biography xxv
Chapter Author Biographies xxvi
Index 270
FOREWORD
cultural in “ethno,” or play with and become aware of our form, genre, and
writing choices in “graphy,” we are destined to dumb down our stories and
risk damaging the confidence in the method.
Indeed, we may be faced with having to defend the approach once
more. Except this time, for reasons much more worrisome than when pio-
neers like Ellis, Bochner, Etherington, Richardson, and Denzin first stood for
the value of this kind of qualitative research and made fundamental strides
in the field. Ironically the earliest accusations about the work being navel-
gazing or “not real research” could become true if we as autoethnographers
aren’t willing to engage in philosophically sophisticated self-reflection and
peer review.
The idea that theory is an add-on in creating an autoethnographic nar-
rative is a ridiculous notion, though not necessarily self-evident. The rea-
son for this textbook is to argue for and show that theories (that is, the
lenses by which we situate, free, and know ourselves to be contextualized
and not infrequently stigmatized) are precursors as well as developmental
lenses. They clarify what we see, can see, and will see. Indeed, unless we
make explicit how we are and will be situating ourselves, and examine our
assumptions of how our stories came to be, we will not be able to escape
(or even realize the depths of) our narrative entrapment.
Despite the book’s call to renewed rigour, don’t be concerned that it will
be difficult or painful to read – or if it at first feels that way, let it be an inspi-
ration: a lesson in contrasts where creative failure is allowed and even wel-
comed as part of our knowledge building. It is okay to say, “I now see that
what I want to accomplish intellectually is at odds with what I am hitherto
accomplishing.” This book offers important questions, and its chapters are
rich and evocative (dare I use the word!) examples of how to develop philo-
sophical criticality. One might see the book as a refresher course or intel-
lectual knife sharpener that not only serves as a checklist and tuning fork
for better work, but resists the risk of our writing becoming marginalized or
discounted, or even worse, devolving into pathetic personal laments.
True to form, editor Alec Grant is self-critical and questions whether
some of his critiques are motivated by his own “perfectionism” – however,
I see no evidence of this in this volume. The message rather is “that good
autoethnography demands diligence, sustained effort, and significant per-
sonal struggles on the part of writers and readers who have real ‘skin in the
game’ ” (Intro p. 5), and this book fulfils this promise.
Art Bochner’s chapter does this in his analysis of what it means to
write autoethnography in response to a comment that the material cov-
ered by autoethnographers is often unhappy. He explores what it means
to be happy, drawing on many sources – both historical and popular – and
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shows how he leads his students to think beyond their simplistic notions
and hopes. As a “founding father” of autoethnography, Bochner is willing as
ever to examine this argument levelled against the method, reminding the
reader why we need narrative to untangle and examine difficulty.
His treatise reminded me of expressive writing researcher James Penne-
baker’s observation that when good things happen they don’t require inte-
gration, while difficulty leads humans to storying and re-storying (2011).
That is why autoethnography will always include life’s difficulties while at
the same time being a method of writing for well-being, as it seeks to make
(valuable) meaning of suffering.
Alex Brostoff’s chapter is a well-designed and facetious exploration of
the book “I love Dick” by filmmaker and academic Chris Krause. Brostoff
demonstrates how in using what I will call “a metaform,” one can analyse
a piece of work using its own aesthetic properties (in this case, letters) to
increasingly unpeel layers of meaning yet have the courage to not resolve
the questions that are generated. At its core, this chapter is an exploration
of the nature of voice and how it is represented in textual form: how it can
be used (and misused) to challenge our assumptions about reality. For many
this chapter will be a challenging read; the need to park one’s assumptions
about form and to read about Krause’s work beforehand will make it more
accessible.
Betsy Ettorre tells the compelling story of her academic career as a
researcher, describing the often-toxic contexts she worked in because of
being an out lesbian in the seventies and eighties in the UK. Now in retire-
ment, she reflects on a lifetime of work as a sociologist in the field of women
and addiction and she speaks of the “need to be rigorously self-aware, to
be meticulously humble and most importantly, to be cognizant of the com-
plex connections between the socially coded categories of race, gender,
age, able-bodiedness, class and sex.” (p. 62) She uses various concepts and
theories to situate and examine her narrative; for instance, the concept of
“la mestiza” by Gloria Anzaldua (1987), which allows Ettorre to explore the
“ambiguity of personal and social relationships.”
Renata Ferdinand’s chapter explores the concept of “standing in a
crooked room” as a Black woman mangling herself to fit the stereotype of
the respectable “white woman” (therefore inadvertently also falling into
Black women stereotypes). A racist remark made by a white male profes-
sor triggers the split in the author’s identification with “Renata” (i.e., the
respectable one) and her alter ego “Pinkie,” representing legitimate anger
at being demeaned again and again. She conceptualizes the need for rec-
ognition using Hegel’s concept of Anerkennung. Her story reminded me of
the concepts “suture and stigma” in a textbook on writing and healing by
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Anderson and MacCurdy (2000), which shows that the narratives we have
internalized not only risk contorting us but annihilating us.
As a white woman academic writing the midlife journey, I recognized
the narrative entrapment of this “good girl” stereotype in my own life. The
scene she sketches of herself as “Pinkie” on the hunt for the white male
professor is riveting and took me with her on this fierce walk of visceral
anger. I believe many non-tenured faculty at the hands of our current neo-
liberal academy will also relate to this anger at being discredited and thus
disenfranchised.
Mark Freeman makes the case that there is “no ‘thinking’ per se. There is
only thinking-with,” (p. 96) and this brings home acutely the message of
this book. We need to ponder how we came to “be” as we are – that is,
which theoretical and conceptual lenses we are looking through, even if
those lenses have become such a part of us that we will inevitably “plagia-
rize” and will struggle to discern the origin of each strand. This is further
complicated by the notion of “distanciation”: that we interpret the past
through a present lens which will always alter what we see and render
every self-narrative a fiction, and therefore – shockingly perhaps – every
self as well. However, paradoxically, this fictionalizing can bring us closer
to “deeper truths” as metaphorical language does in poetry.
Freeman’s chapter radiates a gratitude for the thinkers who have influ-
enced and “colonized” his way of being in the world, as well as humour as
Freeman reflects on his chance as a young man to study with Paul Ricœur:
“Even the name seemed magical. Ricœur. Like a cassoulet, accompanied
by a rich Bordeaux. Or something like that. (“Fuckin’ A!”)” He even receives
a typed letter from Ricœur in response to his fledging philosophical work,
which is included in the chapter.
Alec Grant’s chapter takes three distinct memories, salient in his life,
to explore his identification with an “effectively trickster-carnivalesque”
character. Using inspiration from Freeman’s work, Grant distinguishes
between historical truth and narrative truth, the latter ever changing and
necessarily “open-ended, unfinalized, partial and provisional.” (p. 118)
The memories – which he uses to describe the evolution of his “nar-
rative character” – are deeply engaging and are described in painfully
funny ways. An encounter with one of two English folk music club
“characters” is described as a kind of torture (i.e., “Nietzschean eternal
recurrence”). The atmosphere of the clubs that in his younger years had
nurtured Grant now seem to him to have become caricatures of them-
selves. He argues that our retelling is not only a way to make mean-
ing but that we also tell to self-protect, an idea he borrows from the
American philosopher, Daniel Dennett.
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writing about unfinished business with my spouse. The illusion that conflict
dies when a beloved does is a raw awakening that leaves us extra vulnera-
ble in grief. Regardless of circumstances, it’s clear that many bereaved peo-
ple find themselves reaching for more solid ground and possibility through
places, objects, memories, and telling stories. Poulos does this when he
finds a baseball his father seems to have placed in full view – as if signaling
to his son that he acknowledged their connection.
The chapter ends with a fantastic(al) dialogue between the author and
Sisyphus, reminding us that, as Camus explains, we have time to do some-
thing useful on our way down the slope (that is, the moment of rest between
all our striving).
Menah Pratt leads us through the evolution of her identity by observing
and reflecting on the influence other Black women philosophers and femi-
nists like Dotson, James, Gines, and Allen had on her thinking. She shares
important moments when those theories and philosophies intersected with
her lived experience and how those came to shape her identity as a “critical
Blackgirl feminist scholar-activist.” Like Rawlins in the next chapter, Pratt
points out that the self we talk about is never a thing that exists in isolation:
Her poetry is clear and to the point, and as a researcher of writing for
well-being (and co-editor of a recent book that includes a powerful chapter
by Pratt on how writing helped her heal), I could see its direct application
for poetry therapy practice – for instance, using the following lines and ask-
ing students “what can’t you ask . . .” and “when do you touch on a subject
that is so hard, when you know it will be turned back on you . . . ?”
Shelley Rawlins reminds us, like Pratt, that our “selves” are created and
shaped within dialogical relationships, and that autoethnographic work