About a year ago, at the end of fall semester 2010, I saw my adviser for the last time. I gave hir a nicely bound copy of my dissertation. Ze gave me a copy of hir recently published new book.
I have not read the book yet. No, not even skimmed the first chapter.
Now, to be clear, I had and still have a lot of respect for this professor. I like the way ze writes. Professor colleagues have described hir as someone "incapable of writing badly." I agree. Also, I chose to work with hir because I thought hir scholarship had more substance and less shit than ... the norm in my field.
So why have I not yet read the book? Two possible reasons come to mind:
1. I have subconsciously decided that academe, even at its best, is full of shit and not worth my time.
2. I have worked hard at distancing myself from something I once cared about a great deal over the last year and resist the danger of genuinely engaging as a mode of postacademic self-preservation.
Probably, it's some combination of the two.