I am a doctor.
In September, I finally filed my dissertation in the Stanford department of comparative literature. The dissertation is called “The Windmill and the Giant: Double-Entry Bookkeeping in the Novel” and is full of just the kind of big ideas you would expect, on subjects including graphomania and the professionalization of the writer. Texts discussed include: Don Quijote, Boswell’s Life of Johnson, Anna Karenina, and Proust’s In Search of Lost Time.
You can read the first chapter here; there is a relatively low-theory summary here. Acknowledgements junkies may click here.
It’s no joke to file a dissertation, let me tell you. For example, the graduate student bulletin said that all dissertations must be filed at the Registrar’s Office in the Old Union. However, when I got to the Old Union, I discovered that it had been converted into some kind of pizzeria. This is just the kind of exciting discovery—castles turning out to be taverns, and so on—that leads Don Quijote to an early grave.
I am receiving a beautiful leather folder which contains a fake diploma (because the ceremony took place in June, before I had finished the dissertation)—one of those little touches that show how Stanford is really a “class act.”
The regalia I am wearing ($495) was loaned to me by the literary historian Luba Golburt (pictured, left).
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