A review by chelseamartinez
The Life of the Mind by Christine Smallwood
4.0
One of several books I've read lately that reminds me it's almost a decade since I finished grad school, a difficult time I thought would never end, and even when it did, would mark my psychology forever; this one is not in my field but one college friends who doctorated (haha not a word) in New York exposed me to a bit.
Lots of bodily fluids (boogers, stray hairs, I pictured her almost like a Robert Gober sculpture, but in a cardigan whose shoulders are raised in points from being stored on the wrong sort of hanger) and feelings here mix with professional disappointments. The academic conference in Vegas that's very entertaining and the book wraps with marking papers, because obviously the end of a semester is the right place to cut it off.
Lots of bodily fluids (boogers, stray hairs, I pictured her almost like a Robert Gober sculpture, but in a cardigan whose shoulders are raised in points from being stored on the wrong sort of hanger) and feelings here mix with professional disappointments. The academic conference in Vegas that's very entertaining and the book wraps with marking papers, because obviously the end of a semester is the right place to cut it off.