ABSTRACT
I have done my best over the course of a chequered academic career not to force a logical order upon a resistant past or to trim my ideas to fit a disciplinary conformity. Having now collected a diverse mix of journal articles, magazine essays, op-ed pieces, a book review and a one-act play, to be published under the pretense that works produced over the course of two decades might possibly add up to a coherent whole, I cannot help but feel complicit in a literary felony – and compelled to provide a defense.
