Dogged

A friend once told me that the first morning after they had moved to a new neighbourhood, their dog found half a hotdog lying on the lawn of a neighbour’s house. Many years later, the dog was still in the habit, every morning, of making the detour from their walking route to check for hotdogs. […]

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Floundering

I sometimes wonder what outsiders think archival research is like. The message blasting from mass culture is not reassuring. From the ‘archaeologist’ Indiana Jones to Dan Brown’s ‘symbologist’ Robert Langdon, audiences are told that archive work is exciting, and dangerous, that it’s ok to lie and steal to get the information, and that men always […]

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Depth Perception

A recent workshop hosted at the UEA as part of the ‘Inner Lives’ project, which investigates emotions and the supernatural from the medieval to the modern period had me thinking again about some of the key problems that structure how historians have thought about selfhood and subjectivity. What did I take away? A sense that the […]

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The Art of Apparent Artlessness

There is an unspoken ideal among many academic historians when it comes to style. A good way to think of this is as ‘the art of apparent artlessness’. Wilhelm Roscher used this phrase to discuss the way Thucydides wins over his readers unawares, subtly seducing their thinking, without making his argument explicit.[1] This style of […]

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A Room of One’s Own?

This post on office space in UK higher education history departments is based on an online survey that 174 people filled in via a link I tweeted out last week. The survey asked respondents about their employment conditions, employer, and office space. Three apologies before I begin: 1. I didn’t ask about age, disabilities or gender, […]

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The Shadowy Monsieur G

The simplest story is the one which always has the best chance of being believed, usually it corresponds least to the facts.[1] I am writing the story of a murder in 1925 by peering over the shoulder of someone else. More specifically, I am peering over the shoulder of a shadowy figure named Monsieur G. Monsieur […]

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