I want Franklin Singer to like me
Today, I bought a book. I walked to a store, perused the available titles, and selected a short story collection by Adam Haslett, You Are Not a Stranger Here, primarily due its prominent location on the bookshelf as well as because it was a Pulitzer Prize finalist. It was a used copy, as were all the books at the store, Open, located in Long Beach. And it was 40% off.
I began reading the book on the walk back to my condo. I don't normally do this, but the book had piqued my curiosity and it was a lazy Sunday, a day ripe for doing things such as walking and reading. About halfway home, the protagonist, Mr. Singer, described how he despised the belongings and proclivities of his niece's family in Scottsdale. "They're spoon-fed Ritalin and private schools." This passage gave me pause. I teach at a private school. I instantly found myself defending my choice of employers. And I tried to convince myself that Mr. Singer would listen to my side and come around and agree that, yes, my school is different from other private schools, and he would approve of it and of me. I put my thoughts aside and returned home.
After finishing the story and reflecting, I felt very foolish thinking these things. Franklin Singer would never have begun to listen my side. Even if his contempt for private schools were only developed yesterday, it would nonetheless be ingrained in his persona and any contrary arguments would be baseless and inane. I also realized that Franklin Singer, while a most interesting character, was annoying and pompous and the not type with which I would want to associate. Beyond that, what does any person's approval really mean? Does it make me a better person?
Most of all, Franklin Singer does not exist except in the pages of Adam Haslett. Why? Why do I ask myself if Franklin Singer would approve of my working at a private school when he is fictional? What does this say about me? Insecure? Thirsty for approval from others? Or do I still have issues with teaching in private schools after attending public schools from kindergarten to twelfth grade? Does some part of me still feel this is a less honorable position?
I began reading the book on the walk back to my condo. I don't normally do this, but the book had piqued my curiosity and it was a lazy Sunday, a day ripe for doing things such as walking and reading. About halfway home, the protagonist, Mr. Singer, described how he despised the belongings and proclivities of his niece's family in Scottsdale. "They're spoon-fed Ritalin and private schools." This passage gave me pause. I teach at a private school. I instantly found myself defending my choice of employers. And I tried to convince myself that Mr. Singer would listen to my side and come around and agree that, yes, my school is different from other private schools, and he would approve of it and of me. I put my thoughts aside and returned home.
After finishing the story and reflecting, I felt very foolish thinking these things. Franklin Singer would never have begun to listen my side. Even if his contempt for private schools were only developed yesterday, it would nonetheless be ingrained in his persona and any contrary arguments would be baseless and inane. I also realized that Franklin Singer, while a most interesting character, was annoying and pompous and the not type with which I would want to associate. Beyond that, what does any person's approval really mean? Does it make me a better person?
Most of all, Franklin Singer does not exist except in the pages of Adam Haslett. Why? Why do I ask myself if Franklin Singer would approve of my working at a private school when he is fictional? What does this say about me? Insecure? Thirsty for approval from others? Or do I still have issues with teaching in private schools after attending public schools from kindergarten to twelfth grade? Does some part of me still feel this is a less honorable position?
Labels: Adam Haslett, Franklin Singer, Open, You Are Not a Stranger Here


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