ABSTRACT
There is no word for what I do, for what I passionately profess. I identified myself as a geographer at an early age and have accepted a series of qualifying labels over the years: regional, political, theoretical, development, quantitative, Africanist, critical, Marxist, structuralist, anti-humanist, neo-marxist, and more recently postmarxist, poststructuralist, postcolonial, postmodern. But geographer no longer seems enough, even with all its adjectival baggage, to describe someone who interprets the world by assertively foregrounding a spatial perspective. I put space first, before seeing things historically or socially, or as essentially political or economic or cultural, or shaped by class, race, gender, sexual preference; or screened through discourse, linguistics, psychoanalysis, Marxism, feminism, or any other specialized disposition. I try to see the world through all these perceptive lenses, but the primary focus is insistently spatial, informed, motivated, and inspired by a critical spatial perspective.
