I want to laugh--isn't this funny--
My chair really really really becomes a therapist for me, for which i like and hate her at the same time. she wouldn't stop driving me to explore the deepest secret behind my intellectual pursuit. Our meeting today, the very last one before my defense, lasted a bit more than two hours-- shorter than usual. By the end of it, she became sooooo happy and excited and relieved when she saw me bewildered at presumably the very original motivation of mine .
She found an ultimate explanation for the simultaneous vagueness and pervasiveness of "power" and "other" in my writing, my obsession with the "personal"/"political" dichotomy, and numerous other unsolvable problems. The direction she pointed to was enlightening. Perhaps, I am, ironically, dealing with my relation to the home, via texts in language other than mine own.
According to her, it's absolutely necessary for me to think about and write about this relation to the home. Only in so doing, said she, could I clearly show what I can contribute to the study form my liminal in-between position, which is potentially different from all those old exilic-writing / America-validating models...
So-- i'm going to write a "story" of my own, seriously, for the sake of the dissertation?
3 comments:
Sounds like a book project with a Hajin potential and more than that:) I agree too this is a terrific idea. Maybe this is where sumiao, you and me might do something together.:)
cheers and have fun!
Yes! definitely, we definitely should do something together! but almost 24 hours afterwards, i am not as excited as yesterday-- thinking again about whether her proposal inevitably put me into some model they Americans are used to... anyway, i'm trying to write something, though incoherently, to clarify my thought. and hopefully could be helpful to my defense.
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