{"id":26441,"date":"2015-02-18T22:42:35","date_gmt":"2015-02-19T02:42:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/blog\/?p=26441"},"modified":"2015-02-18T22:42:35","modified_gmt":"2015-02-19T02:42:35","slug":"review-of-dear-committee-members-by-julie-schumacher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/blog\/?p=26441","title":{"rendered":"Review of Dear Committee Members, by Julie Schumacher"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"dear_committee_members_large\"<\/a>Dear Committee Members<\/em><\/p>\n

by Julie Schumacher<\/p>\n

Doubleday, New York, 180 pages.
\nStarred Review<\/p>\n

Dear Committee Members<\/em> is a novel told entirely in the form of Letters of Recommendation written by Jason Fitger, an English professor at a small liberal arts college. That may not sound like a way to write a hilarious novel, but trust me, it is.<\/p>\n

When my hold on this book came in, I dipped into it \u2013 and then had to put it on the top of my to-be-read pile. I finished it the next day, reading it while waiting at a doctor\u2019s office, trying to restrain my laughter.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think I can describe all the delights and sophisticated humor of this book. I will settle for copying out a few example letters.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s one addressed to the manager of Wexler Foods:<\/p>\n

Dear Ms. Ingersol,<\/p>\n

This letter is intended to bolster the application to Wexler Foods of my former student John Leszczynski, who completed the Junior\/Senior Creative Writing Workshop three months ago. Mr. Leszczynski received a final grade of B, primarily on the basis of an eleven-page short story about an inebriated man who tumbles into a cave and surfaces from an alcoholic stupor to find that a tentacled monster \u2013 a sort of fanged and copiously salivating octopus, if memory serves \u2013 is gnawing through the flesh of his lower legs, the monster\u2019s spittle burbling ever closer to the victim\u2019s groin. Though chaotic and improbable even within the fantasy\/horror genre, the story was solidly constructed: dialogue consisted primarily of agonized groans and screaming; the chronology was relentlessly clear.<\/p>\n

Mr. Leszczynski attended class faithfully, arriving on time, and rarely succumbed to the undergraduate impulse to check his cell phone for messages or relentlessly zip and unzip his backpack in the final minutes of class. <\/p>\n

Whether punctuality and enthusiasm for flesh-eating cephalopods are the main attributes of the ideal Wexler employee I have no idea, but Mr. Leszczynski is an affable young man, reliable in his habits, and reasonably bright.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

His letter to the new Chair of the Department of English introduces some themes that continue throughout the book:<\/p>\n

Dear Ted,<\/p>\n

Your memo of August 30 requests that we on the English faculty recommend some luckless colleague for the position of director of graduate studies. (You may have been surprised to find this position vacant upon your assumption of the chairship last month \u2013 if so, trust me, you will encounter many such surprises here.)<\/p>\n

A quick aside, Ted: god knows what enticements were employed during the heat of summer to persuade you \u2013 a sociologist! \u2013 to accept the position of chair in a department not your own, an academic unit whose reputation for eccentricity and discord has inspired the upper echelon to punish us by withholding favors as if from a six-year-old at a birthday party: No raises or research funds for you, you ungovernable rascals! And no fudge before dinner!<\/em> Perhaps, as the subject of a sociological study, you will find the problem of our dwindling status intriguing.<\/p>\n

To the matter at hand: though English has traditionally been a largish department, you will find there are very few viable candidates capable of assuming the mantle of DGS. In fact, if I were a betting man, I\u2019d wager that only 10 percent of the English instruction list will answer your call for nominations. Why? First, because more than a third of our faculty now consists of temporary (adjunct) instructors who creep into the building under cover of darkness to teach their graveyard shifts of freshman comp; they are not eligible to vote or to serve. Second, because the remaining two-thirds of the faculty, bearing the scars of disenfranchisement and long-term abuse, are busy tending to personal grudges like scraps of carrion on which they gnaw in the gloom of their offices. Long story short: your options aren\u2019t pretty\u2026.<\/p>\n

Ted, in your memo you referred briefly, also, to the need for faculty forbearance during what we were initially told would be the \u201cremodeling\u201d of the second floor for the benefit of our colleagues in the Economics Department.* I\u2019m not sure that you noticed, but the Econ faculty were, in early August, evacuated from the building \u2013 as if they\u2019d been notified, sotto voce<\/em>, of an oncoming plague. Not so the faculty in English. With the exception of a few individuals both fleet of foot and quick-witted enough to claim status as asthmatics, we have been Left Behind, almost biblically, expected to begin our classes and meet with students while bulldozers snarl at the door. Yesterday afternoon during my Multicultural American Literature class, I watched a wrecking ball swinging like a hypnotist\u2019s watch just past the window. While I am relieved to know that the economists \u2013 delicate creatures! \u2013 have been safely installed in a wing of the new geology building where their physical comfort and aesthetic needs can be addressed, those of us who remain as castaways here in Willard Hall risk not only deafness but mutation: as of next week we have been instructed to keep our windows tightly closed due to \u201cparticulate matter\u201d \u2013 but my office window (here\u2019s the amusing part, Ted) no longer shuts. One theory here: the deanery is annoyed with our requests for parity and, weary of waiting for us to retire, has decided to kill us. Let the academic year begin!<\/p>\n

Cordially and with a hearty welcome to the madhouse,<\/p>\n

Jay<\/p>\n

*Under whose aegis was it decided that Economics and English should share a building? Were criteria other than the alphabet considered?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I have to also include this one:<\/p>\n

\nDear Admissions Committee Members \u2013 and Janet:<\/p>\n

This letter recommends Melanie deRueda for admission to the law school on the well-heeled side of this campus. I\u2019ve known Ms. deRueda for eleven minutes, ten of which were spent in a fruitless attempt to explain to her that I write letters of recommendation only for students who have signed up for and completed one of my classes. This young woman is certainly tenacious, if that\u2019s what you\u2019re looking for. A transfer student, she appears to be suffering under the delusion that a recommendation from any random faculty member within our august institution will be the key to her application\u2019s success.<\/p>\n

Janet: I know your committees aren\u2019t reading these blasted LORs \u2013 under the influence of our final martini in August you told me as much. (I wish I had an ex-wife like you in every department; over in the Fellowship Office, the formerly benevolent Carole continues to maintain an icy distance. I should think her decision to quit our relationship would have filled her with a cheerful burst of self-esteem, but she apparently views the end of our three years together in a different light.)<\/p>\n

Ms. deRueda claims to be sending her transcripts and LSAT scores at the end of the week. God help you \u2013 this is your shot across the bow \u2013 should you admit her.<\/p>\n

Still affectionately your one-time husband,<\/p>\n

Jay<\/p>\n

P.S.: I\u2019ve heard a rumor that Eleanor \u2013 yes, that<\/em> Eleanor, from the Seminar \u2013 is a finalist for the directorship at Bentham. You got back in touch with her despite her denouncements of me; do you have any intel?<\/p>\n

P.P.S.: A correction: you got back in touch with Eleanor because<\/em> she denounced me. I remember you quoting what she said when I published Transfer of Affection:<\/em> that I was an egotist prone to repeating his most fatal mistakes. I\u2019ll admit to the egotism \u2013 which is undeniable \u2013 but I\u2019d like to think that, after fourteen years of marriage, you knew me better than Eleanor did. We were happy for some of those fourteen years, especially before Transfer;<\/em> why shouldn\u2019t I believe that you were right about me, too?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The themes brought up in these letters toward the beginning of the book continue. Yes, we find out more about Janet, Eleanor, and Carole. We hear more about the fiasco of the building remodeling and inequities of funding between departments. We learn about Jay\u2019s history in \u201cthe Seminar,\u201d his publishing history, and his attempts to further the fortunes of some particular students.<\/p>\n

Mostly, this is an inside look at academia, and the result is surprisingly funny and enjoyable. Oh, and it\u2019s also fun that the person writing the letters is articulate and insightful. An example of a highly intelligent person who sees the foibles around him and can poke fun with razor-sharp precision.<\/p>\n

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