glass house philosopher / notebook 2
Saturday, 31st July 2004
Lesson two. Mentors, teachers and gurus.
A guru is someone you revere, someone you believe in, trust implicitly, without thought of question or criticism someone who shows you the Way.
I am not, nor have I ever been, a guru. I do not wish to be. I find the very idea nauseating. Sometimes, I am tempted to set a really bad example behave disgracefully just to make the point. The problem is that my friends and supporters would be embarrassed and ashamed of me. They wouldn't see the joke.
At Birkbeck, London (http://www.bbk.ac.uk/phil/) when I graduated in 1976, the buzz was that each of the lecturers thought thought that it was someone else who had 'been Geoffrey's mentor'. By some fluke, I had achieved a First in each of my eight papers. But no-one had been my mentor because they all were. I had gone round the entire department. (Not in that way: what are you thinking?!) In those days I don't know if this is still true Birkbeck had a very relaxed attitude to coursework requirements. You could write essays for whoever you liked, whenever you liked. Usually, writing an essay earned you the right to a one-on-one tutorial.
I had memorable encounters with Dorothy Edgington (my assigned tutor when I started my course in 1972, who was still teaching there up to very recently), David Hamlyn (then Head of the department, his remark about Wittgenstein's 'two godheads' later inspired my book Naive Metaphysics), David Murray (we met at his home we were so deep in conversation that we continued even when the Fire Brigade were called out to a fire in the apartment downstairs), Roger Scruton (a real enthusiast, in the truest sense, he put me on to Bradley and Nietzsche), Mark Platts (we shared an admiration for pop singer David Bowie the last I heard, Mark was teaching in Mexico City), David Over (a temporary lecturer, he married the most beautiful girl in the class and went on to teach at Sunderland), Jerry Cohen (who awakened my interest in Marx's early writings not to be confused with Gerry Cohen, also at London, who wrote a fat book on Marx), Ian McFetridge (nervous, self-deprecating to a fault, but very quick on the uptake and generous in discussion). Both Jerry and Ian died in their 30's in tragic circumstances.
I almost forgot, dear Ruby Meager, I don't know if she is still alive. Ruby would be in her nineties now. In one of our tutorial sessions she admitted that I had given her 'a real drubbing'. I felt guilty about that for a long time afterwards.
I regarded everyone I talked to as someone to learn from. Not only fellow students but friends, family or indeed anyone I met who made the mistake of asking me 'what I did'. It made me a terrible bore. The worst kind. The most casual remark became the trigger for a lengthy philosophical diatribe.
I've lightened up a lot since then. To regard every person you meet as a potential sounding board, or suitable partner for philosophical dialogue, is to treat them as a means to your own end. (It sounds like Socrates, doesn't it? But I suspect that Plato's writings paint a very misleading picture in that respect.) To be 'the philosopher' in your relations with others is always and on every occasion a choice which can be made for good or bad reasons, depending on the particular circumstances.
In other words: learn to be tactful.
I don't lecture now. My former student Brian Tee took over my last philosophy class (5th April 2004) and now at the advanced age of fifty-three you could describe me as 'semi-retired', back to being what I alway wanted to be a perpetual student. But I still 'report for duty' as a Pathways mentor. That's a job I never want to give up.
There was supposed to be a chapter here, but somehow the idea got lost in personal reminiscences. Oh well. (That is what happens when you get a bit older, you start getting forgetful.)
To return to the point. Teaching is something I would describe as a necessary evil. You've got to get the information across somehow in course books, lectures, seminars. It's all brain food for the aspiring student. But that's not where you learn to be a philosopher. Philosophy isn't a 'subject' that you 'learn', it's not a body of knowledge. A philosophy course is a training you go through. If you finish your course, and all you know is 'which philosopher said what', or the difference between materialism and mind-body dualism, or realism and idealism well, that's great for impressing people at social gatherings...
It was through the relationships I built up with my 'teachers' my mentors that I made that transition to actually doing it, not just being able to talk cleverly about it. Philosophy has the power to change your life, certainly. You don't need a guru. Teachers are useful but dispensable. The essential work you've got to do for yourself.
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