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Iris Murdoch’s Oxford Life

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“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.” This line appears towards the close of A Fairly Honourable Defeat, Iris Murdoch’s thirteenth novel, from 1970. As far as literary years go, 1970 does not stand up well. That year, the Booker Prize switched its requirements: whereas up until 1970, it judged books published in the preceding year, thereafter, from 1971, the prize was awarded to books published the same year as the award. This meant that all books published in 1970 were ineligible. Forty years on, her novel was amongst those selected for the ‘Lost Booker’, a testament to Murdoch’s enduring presence as a voice for the silenced.

I say this because in her novels and her philosophy, the subject she tutored at St Anne’s between 1948 and 1963, she sought to emphasise the inherent virtuosity of the inner life, a life untrammelled by notions of gender, sexuality or faith. In Oxford, her mark can be found not just in Anne’s, but in Somerville, where she was a first class Classicist, and Lady Margaret Hall, in whose gardens she was accustomed to go wandering. It must have grated that this avowed believer of ungendered morality should be compelled to remain within the academic confines of three then-female colleges, for Murdoch her womanhood an irrelevance compared to the cogency of her intellectual life. She would undoubtedly be proud to see that in 2016, women can be found in every College and PPH, from Hilda’s to St Benet’s Hall.

In 1996, her final novel, Jackson’s Dilemma, was criticised for its lack of cogency and reliance on tropes and clichés. A reviewer from the New York Times commented, “The story is a psychologically rich tale of romances thwarted and revived. The writing is a mess”. Few knew at that time that Murdoch was in the early stages of Alzheimers Disease. Within three years she was dead. But her mark on Oxford, where she demasculinised the profession of philosophy, and gave aspiring female authors a consummate intellectual to emulate, is indelible. And as for the flowers she loved so much? In those same gardens of LMH is a bench, dedicated to her memory, and ensconced by flowers. Visit, and be “mad with joy” in turn.

Love in a Renault Clio

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Long car journeys will always mean Nancy Mitford to me. To preserve their sanity on a three-hour weekly round trip down the M4 with two small children, my parents tried every audiobook they could lay their hands on. At some point we discovered Love in a Cold Climate. On the face of it, a plot largely based on sex scandals was an odd choice for under tens. But strangely enough, of all the writers I was exposed to in the back of that Renault, it is Mitford who has stayed with me. As Prunella Scales’ drawl rumbled through the car like boozy steam off a Christmas pudding, the wasted hours magically lost their tedium.

In my memory, the grey drizzle of the M4 catches the sparkle of Cedric’s diamond studded turban, the hedgerows hide a pack of mud splashed, child-chasing bloodhounds and the heavy cloud morphs into white panels of floating taffeta. I roll unfamiliar words round my mouth like strange sugary sweets: “chub fuddler”; “lecherous lecturer”; “rampant vulgarity”. I imagine eating kippers at a weekend house party, wearing green velvet and silver to dinner, falling in love and falling out of it. And most of all I remember laughing. Because Nancy Mitford is one of the funniest writers ever to have put fountain pen to paper.

There is a wickedness to her humour that can’t be resisted. Take The Pursuit of Love’s heroine Linda’s throw away comment about her Communist friends: “Just at the moment he’s writing a book on famine—goodness! It’s sad—and there’s a dear little Chinese comrade who comes and tells him what famine is like, you never saw such a fat man in your life.” In a single detail, playing on the trope of the entitled upper classes trying to speak for the suffering millions, Mitford manages to make an entire political movement look idiotic.

Authentic English aristocrat as she was, Mitford recognised the absurdity of her world and mocked it with merciless glee. Like Dickens, she had a knack for noticing small eccentricities and translating them into defining characteristics. The result is a magnificent cast of characters hovering just the right side of credibility. “Wonderful old” Lord Montdore who might just as well have been made out of “wonderful old cardboard”, Davey who believes in getting drunk as “challenge to the metabolism” and Uncle Mathew, who wages guerrilla warfare against his housemaids but weeps over sentimental songs.

Mitford is deeply unfashionable, dismissed as a writer twentieth century chick-lit with inane romance plots that never extend beyond the ballroom into the real world. But these detractors can’t have read her work very thoroughly. The opening page of The Pursuit of Love has an underlying note of melancholy as “the minutes, the days, the years, the decades take [the family] further and further from the happiness and promise of youth”. It is not difficult here to draw a connection between the fictional Radlett family and Nancy’s own. Often remembered simply for their eccentricity, the real tragedy of the Mitfords, torn apart by political and sexual scandal, is surely present in the despondency of these lines.

Mitford is often written off as frivolous simply by virtue of being so funny. But there is nothing surprising in the idea of comedy and tragedy existing in close relation. Linda’s story has notes of the tragic bored by one husband, abandoned by another, she finally finds love only to have it snatched cruelly away.

Yet you would never think of Linda as a tragic heroine. She is far too ready to treat her life as an elaborate joke, heedless of reality. In this she is rather like her creator, who wrote her great love Gaston Palewski into her works, only altering the fact that the fictional Palewski returns Linda’s love whereas the real Palewski never did return Mitford’s. She turned her personal tragedy into a bitter literary joke for generations to enjoy.

She is the voice of a lost world, glamorising debutantes and duchesses and then corroding them with her acid observations. When you read a Mitford novel you are only ever a couple of sentences away from laughing out loud but perhaps more interestingly from profound sadness. She mixed tragedy and comedy in her own creative cocktail and then tossed it back like the true party girl she was. Read her to laugh or read her to cry but whatever you do, read Nancy Mitford.

One thing I’d change about Oxford… Hacking

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With different elections happening this week and the next, students appear to be driven by a very clear purpose: they are fighting like rats in a sack, jostling for a small clutch of prestigious society positions. Indeed, you would be forgiven if you thought that it’s all about “political hacking” for most Oxford students.

For many people, joining societies isn’t so much about hacking as meeting new people and friends. Societies continue to attract such people, no matter how ubiquitous the hacking is or how brazen the smear campaigns are.

Yet, when it becomes clear, as it will, that people only meet you for coffee, and that such meetings are only engineered to extract loyalty and votes, new members of societies will become cynical and suspicious. And if you don’t lend your vote to one slate, that just leaves you open to the hacking tactics of another faction. We should beware of late night invitations to Missing Bean or Pret.

Hardly anything in Oxford is untouched by the culture of hacking. This makes our ability to find genuine, like-minded people in doubt. Some hacks even organise special meetings to show how desperate they are to get votes. More experienced, wiser students will tell you that the hacking culture, and the snakes it creates, has put off many students from joining societies.

No wonder that societies already face a severe identity crisis. This is in part because of the snakes that abound, combined with the image of societies being dominated by public schoolboys, have prompted many to boycott such societies.

If societies fail to make it clear to outsiders they’ve more to off er than an omnipresent, omniscient culture of hacking, many more will be put off . That would be a shame, because Oxford’s societies do have many great things to off er to those who join them.

Sustainable journalism?

In October the International Energy Agency published a report announcing that new installations of renewable energy sources outnumber their fossil fuel-based counterparts for the first time in history. The news, included in the IEA’s annual five-year energy forecast, made headlines in several major media outlets, including the BBC and Bloomberg.

In one sense, this announcement was critically overdue. Meeting global targets for climate stabilisation, such as those set in Paris last December, will require a steep rise in renewable energy investment relative to recent years’ commitments. This was made clear in some news articles but had a notable absence from others.

This raises an interesting question: should findings such as these be reported simply as single, isolated sustainability victories or rather as important but incremental steps towards a still-distant goal?

The unyielding optimist would see the report as a sure sign that climate change will soon be consigned to the history shelf, alongside the now-healing ozone layer. By contrast, a pessimistic outlook might describe the news as the carbon equivalent of arriving at the train station in time to watch your train leaving the platform, too late to get on board. The space between these poles is a wide expanse of journalistic discretion.

These choices matter. The framing of environmental news shapes the opinion of readers. Journalists reporting on sustainability would undoubtedly benefit from understanding how their outlook on climate change affects their audience.

In recent years, social scientists have set out to engage with this particular issue. Researchers at the University of California, Berkeley, have shown that reading an optimistic message about climate change will lead people to report, on average, greater belief that global warming is real. Meanwhile, a more ominous message increases scepticism. The authors suggest that, for many people, it is cognitively easier to deny the existence of climate change than to accept the serious implications of an unfolding global crisis.

On the other hand, overly-positive framing may be just as harmful. An article last year in ThinkProgress described the Paris climate accord as “literally world-changing.” It suggests that the agreement is likely to set off a cascade of economic and technological developments that will halt rising greenhouse gas emissions. A reader is left with the impression that, unless something goes terribly wrong, humanity is on a paved path toward a low-carbon future. These tradeoffs continue to confound independent journalism.

Evidently, a balance is required. Newsrooms should bear in mind that what they write and the content they omit can have unintended consequences. The idea that an article might contain ‘just the facts’ should be retired in the context of sustainability—which facts are reported and which are left out will necessarily colour a story, despite the best intentions to avoid bias. Ideally readers would also respond critically to stories that present climate change either as an impending apocalypse or a solved problem.

The movement toward a more liveable planet requires enormous changes to the way we produce and use energy, but above all it requires a shift in our thinking. Reporting should empower even as it emphasizes the magnitude of the task at hand. Finding this journalistic balance will play an essential role in the movement towards a more sustainable planet.

A pioneer erased: Sister Rosetta Tharpe

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If someone were to ask if you’d ever heard of an artist named Sister Rosetta Tharpe, what would you say? Granted, if it was your mate with loads of vinyl who always scoffs and says, “What do you mean you don’t have a record player?”, you might try and feign some sort of vague knowledge, but if we’re being honest with each other, you haven’t heard of her. Most people haven’t.

At least not until 2011, when BBC Four aired an hour long documentary entitled ‘The Godmother of Rock & Roll.’ The “original soul sister” deserves your attention. Born in 1915, a decade before Chuck Berry, to two cotton pickers in Arkansas, Sister Rosetta Tharpe would go on to be one of the best and most exciting guitar players America had ever seen.

She attended the Church of God in Christ (CGIC), a domination known for its musical expression and its progressive view on gender roles within the Church. She first picked up a guitar at the age of six and spent the rest of her childhood touring the US with her mother before they moved to Chicago where she continued to perform.

By 1938, her first marriage to preacher Thomas Thorpe (from whom she adopted her stage name) having failed, she moved to New York to further her musical career, appearing at John Hammond’s ‘Spirituals to Swing’ concert at Carnegie Hall in the same year. Sister Rosetta was ground-breaking—not only was she black, not only was she a woman, but she also also dared to mix gospel and secular music, even when met with criticism and abuse.

Her critics, and also her fans, would often say of her that she could “play like a man” but one look at her performances tells you that she could play far better and in a far more modern way than anyone else, woman, man or otherwise, in the late 1930s and 40s. Gordon Stoker says of her guitar skills that, “she did incredible picking. That’s what attracted Elvis to her. He liked her singing, too. But he liked her picking first, because it was so different.”

This comment may appear flattering, but it is symptomatic of the way that Sister Rosetta is constantly discussed and remembered amongst music critics and historians: always in reference to the men who came after her, who were ‘more important’ than her, whom she influenced. She is constantly cited as a ‘pioneer’ of rock’n’roll or a major influence on artists like Elvis, Chuck Berry, Johnny Cash and Little Richard, but she was, in her own right, an astounding musician.

Her daring was even such that it would spell her demise. In the early 1950s, Sister Rosetta attempted to blend gospel with blues, but consequently became so unpopular with her conservative gospel fans that, by the end of the decade, she had been dropped by her record label, Decca. She was able to continue to perform right up until her death thanks to an invitation to tour the UK with trombonist Chris Barber in 1957 and her resulting European fan base, but her reputation in the US had been marred not only by criticism from gospel-lovers, but also with accusations of bisexuality.

She died of a stroke in 1973 and was buried in an unmarked grave. A posthumous revival has been sparked due to praise from Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, but it is important that we do not remember her as an influence on the male artists that came after her. Rather, we should recognise her astounding musical talent in its own right, viewing her as testament to the continuing whitewashing and sexism of rock’n’roll.

Acid leak at Brookes

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Several teams of firefighters were called to Brookes University yesterday after a dangerous chemical leak was detected in the Sinclair building.

The South Central Ambulance Service treated one man on the site for breath­ing difficulties, but no other casualties were reported.

Students and staff working in the sur­rounding parts of the campus on Head­ington road had to be evacuated at 11am. The area stayed empty until the site was declared safe again.

The leak was the result of an incident in the Sinclair laboratories for Health and Life sciences. The labs were kept closed by the security services for a few hours in order to ensure that there was no remaining risk of contamination.

Crews from Oxfordshire Fire and Res­cue, three fire engines and a Hazardous Decontamination Unit all rapidly ar­rived at the scene from Slade, Abingdon and Didcot as well as an ambulance from the South Central service.

The incident was described as “a chemical/hazardous material incident” by the firefighters, according to County council Paul Smith who talked to the Oxford Mail directly after the events yes­terday. “The situation is under control and has been made safe and firefighters ex­pect to be able to leave the scene within the next hour,” Paul Smith added.

Natalie Gidley, spokeswoman for Brookes University, told the Oxford Mail, “It’s as a result of an incident involving a chemical spill in one of the labs in the Sinclair building. “The building has been temporar­ily closed and evacuated and we think it will be shut for two or three hours.”

The Sinclair building is situated in the centre of Brookes’ main campus on Headington road. The John Henry Brookes building opposite it houses the main reception along with Brookes Union, cafes and a library.

Other buildings in Headington are currently closed for refurbishment, in­cluding the Clerici building which will offer new research offices and science laboratories.

Paris: One year on in state of emergency

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One year ago, following the horrific terrorist attacks in Paris at the Bataclan theatre and the Stade de France, French President Francois Hollande declared a state of emergency—an exceptional situation reserved for periods of existential threat to the Republic. In the name of combatting terrorism, police officers across the country have been authorised to undertake “administrative searches” at their discretion. Within two months of the declaration, 3021 searches had taken place across the country, with more than 500 illegal weapons seized. The state of emergency will remain in force until January of next year.

Criticism of the policy is widespread. Groups such as Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch and Défenseur des Droits have claimed that the State of Emergency has been used as a justification for increased racial profiling by the police without the requirement of any prior judicial authorisation. Pierre Alonso, writing for Libération, has strongly criticised the perceived arbitrariness of the measures taken, noting that the overwhelming majority of them have affected Muslims.

Yet, walking around Paris nothing seems to have changed enormously. Beneath the surface though, tensions are simmering. You get your first hint of this at any of the city’s large metro stations when you find yourself weaving around obelisk-like soldiers who, absurdly powerful guns in hand, silently stare down the passengers getting off each incoming train.

One evening at Sacré-Cœur, I see two young Arab men being searched by police. A young woman, a scarf relaxedly tied around her head, is sitting on a bench next to them—staring with a patient blankness into the space in front of her. The whole process is astonishingly undignified; the men are spun around, with the armed officers brusquely patting them down. Items are snatched out of their pockets; phones, wallets, tissues and handwritten notes—all of which are intensely scrutinised. Finally one officer gives a nod and, without a word, the police disperse back into the throngs of selfie-stick wielding tourists. They’d found nothing

Afterwards I wander over to the group, who are still sitting on the bench. Nobody seems to be in the mood for questions. In fact there’s a fair bit of nervous shuffling after I say I’m writing an article, and when I ask for their names the response is a curt “we’re from the Maghreb.” Once I start asking questions about the search itself though, the young woman opens up. Gesticulating towards me with an intensity of feeling that had been nowhere to be seen during the minutes prior she exclaims “they see exactly what they want to see, two men of colour”, grabbing the skin on one of the men’s arm as if to clarify. “For them that’s enough.”

The French Interior Minister, Bernard Cazaneuve, has repeatedly iterated that the police will continue to operate in a manner consistent with the rule of law, and that the State of Emergency will not be permanent. However, with Amnesty International declaring the “restrictions of human rights” were “beyond what was strictly required by the exigencies of the situation”, and the current state of emergency already having been extended three times, the reality of these statements remains in question.

Oxford Union election results released

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The Oxford Union have announced the results of Michaelmas Term elections 2016. Michael Li, who ran unopposed, will become President in Trinity Term 2017, receiving 822 votes.

The incoming President-Elect told Cherwell, “I’m very much looking forward to being part of one of the strongest and most diverse committees in my time at the Union. I would like to thank everybody for their encouragement and support during this election, and in particular those who took time out to come to the Union on Friday, whoever they chose to vote for”.

The position of Librarian-Elect in Hilary 2017 will be filled by Henry Kitchen, who received 759 votes. Laali Vadlamani will become Treasurer-Elect next term, elected by 827 first preferences. Both ran unopposed and will fill their respective positions in Trinity 2017.

Elected into the office of Secretary for Hilary 2017 is Gui Cavalcanti, with 800 votes.

The five positions in Standing Committee, which all also ran unopposed will be filled next term by Jack Symonds (252 votes), Maan Al-Yasiri (225 votes), Melissa Hinkley (222 votes), Simon Jagoe (187 votes) and Ed Evans (163 votes).

The eleven members elected Secretaries Committee for Hilary 2017 are as follows:

Andrew Ng (155)

Stephen Horvath (116)

Myah Popat (83)

Sabriyah Saeed (73)

Vivien Hasan (70)

Jan Bialas (69)

Redha Rubaie (68)

Minal Haq (67)

Flora Spielman (62)

Kareem Belo-Osagie (61)

Kir Mary West-Hunter (53)

Flora Spielman, elected to Secretaries Committee told Cherwell, “my step count says I walked further on Friday than any other day for years, so at least I got some exercise in. Sorry and thank you to everyone I hacked.”

Zach Klamann, Magdalen second year commented, “there was nothing democratic about this result. So many positions running unopposed is hardly an election.”

OxFolk Reviews: ‘Vortex’

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There is something about a string quartet, I find, that sounds incredibly intimate and personal. The close call and response of the instruments, now rising and falling together and now breaking away into separate, enveloping melodies, only to come breathtakingly together at the tune’s end. This is the magic that Methera weaves around the listener in their latest album, ‘Vortex’. A mixture of adapted 17th century tunes and of pieces composed by the musicians, it is impossible to listen to this music and not feel its relaxing waves wash over you – an aspect of their playing that comes across even more in live performance. The group seemed to know each other like the backs of their own hands (or bows): with John Dipper and Emma Reid on fiddle, Miranda Rutter on viola and Lucy Deakin on cello, the gig seemed less of a concert by a group of professionals and more an intimate meeting of friends. The players sat facing each other in a square, with the audience arranged around in a circle, giving the performance an intense, overwhelming focus on the music and the interaction of the instruments – a brilliant touch.

Methera have been called a ‘ground breaking quartet’ playing ‘contemporary traditional music’ –the incredible skill and delicacy within their playing meaning the terms ‘contemporary’ and ‘traditional’ become not dichotomies but natural partners. This exploration of musical style and playfulness comes across beautifully in ‘Vortex’ – the elegant mixture of new and old tunes keeps the form of the music invigorating and fresh, with each instrument contributing to the whole in perfect, equal harmony. Listening to this, it is clear Methera have a long history of working together – indeed, this is their 10th anniversary tour. Their understanding of each other shows in their music: in the fast-paced tune ‘Love Lies Bleeding’ each instrument weaves around the other to create a dense fabric of sound, whilst in ‘Late Longings’ the slow, elegant opening notes of the fiddle are delicately accompanied by the soft undertones of the viola. Methera know when less is more – which makes their energetic performances all the more powerful.

What enhances the personal link within the music are the stories behind each tune, which, when watching them live, the group discussed before each performance. This created a sense of closeness and geniality that had the audience laughing and even holding discussions with the musicians mid-concert, with running jokes forming throughout the night. The title track originates from John Dipper’s experience of watching a snow storm out on a river in New York; ‘Fox & Blackbird’ from a woodland walk Emma Reid took one summer’s morning. This, aside from their sheer musical skill and close interaction, made their performance a magical event. ‘Vortex’ exhibits this perfectly – it’s a beautiful musical construction, with each tune helping to form a soft, delicate tapestry. As one friend described it, “it’s like taking a warm, musical bath.” I will definitely be returning to soak in Methera’s playing in the future.

Americans in Oxford: a graduate’s angle

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The concrete rituals of an Oxford education are easy enough to describe, though their significance is less clear: one or three or more years spent laboring over books or lab equipment, rushing to lectures and tutorials, and returning books late to various libraries. But the nucleus of what it means to learn here is perhaps easier to understand comparatively, especially when related to a core set of experiences and educational principles as distinct as those inherent to an American university education.

Graduate students from the United States have the benefit of being able to articulate a conception of the Oxford model that is derived from the practical knowledge of difference. Their Oxford degree stands in contrast to a more holistic American system that they say stresses heavy extracurricular involvement and workload, student initiative to develop close working relationships with faculty, more casual student events and a more active student political scene, but also a more pre-professional focus that might result in a lack of fidelity to intellectual inquiry. These broad strokes of dissimilarity translate into wholesale shifts in modes of daily life.

The change from an American undergraduate education manifests in some ways that are obvious and related to the transition to a graduate education. There might be freedom to set the entirety of a personal schedule in a way that was not always previously possible.

I’m a 3am to noon, 4pm to 3am guy, there are just days where like that’s what I want to do,” says Phil Maffetone, a Marshall Scholar from the University of Buffalo completing his DPhil in Chemistry. Because of the nature of his graduate research, he can plan for chaotic days with spurts of sleep interspersed with long stretches of research. He eats when he wants to, meets with supervisors every so often, and can choose to develop a relationship with his college, Corpus Christi, that is so distant he eats in the hall about once a term.

“You have a lot more freedom to define your own project, define your own goals, define your own academic progression,” says Sai Gourisankar, a Rhodes Scholar at St Anne’s working on an MA in public policy. He did his undergrad at the University of Texas-Austin, a public research university with about 51,000 students.

Gourisankar says his educational experience has been molded by the newfound autonomy of being able to construct his own reading list and research priorities, and organize his day around balancing those goals and a personal calendar of cafe and gym visits and cricket practices. According to Gabriel Delaney, a DPhil student in comparative politics at Christchurch College, increased freedom to direct free time is one of the central means by which Oxford creates an atmosphere ripe for intellectual curiosity.

“Among the graduate community the big thing is talks, going to a pub, having a deep conversation late into the night,” Delaney says. The American undergraduate experience and the social sphere outside of the classroom can exude fundamentally different values—often career-oriented, and Delaney says avid intellectualism for its own sake was something that he had to actively seek out while getting his undergraduate degree at the University of Pennsylvania.

Maffetone says that his time as an undergrad was characterized by figuring out “let’s see how much beer I can pour into this funnel and then where I wake up in the morning,” but graduate life at Oxford offers other, more meaningful forms of relaxation—from extended philosophical debates with his peers in the Marshall program to practices, games and drinking sessions with the other players on the Blues rugby league team. Gourisankar too treasures the casual community of college sports as a member of the St Anne’s cricket team, as well as the opportunity to listen to eminent international figures speak. They both see Oxford as a place committed to a rich tradition of provocative dialogues about the spectrum of human thought and the responsibilities its graduates have to the world outside its campus.  

“Intellectual conversations drunk at parties are a dime a dozen here where they might not have been [elsewhere],” Maffetone says. From arguments with fascists and communists to interrogating his own lack of familiarity with intellectuals of faith, Oxford has enabled him to question his own critical assumptions and to start to think in more meaningful ways about the duties he owes to the public as a scientist. But Maffetone, Gourisankar and Delaney have not necessarily seamlessly integrated into Oxford life and its concomitant ever-evolving discourse – there have been real roadblocks to assimilation.

“A lot of us, me included, came in with not a realization that this would be a culture shock. We thought ‘We speak the same language, we’ve got this special relationship that goes back several centuries,’” Gourisankar said. He quickly apprehended some of the UK’s distinct cultural traits.

“The Great British Bake Off, which is a reality cooking show, apparently the most popular show in Britain or something, and it doesn’t have a prize at the end of it. Like you do it for nothing. And that’s just deeply—it’s so strange,” he says, laughing. The essential absurdity to him of a game show without a prize was compounded by smaller differences, like reduced food portions, room sizes, and more positive changes like the increased walkability of Oxford. Other cultural shifts bear more directly on what happens in the classroom.

“I don’t want to put anyone in a monolithic group—but this is true for the German students in my class, the French students in my class, the Spanish students in my class, and the British students in my class.  There’s a very big hesitation to be seen as being direct,” Delaney says. European students in his experience are more likely to qualify their statements or cite different authors’ views instead of stating their own outright. “Americans are far more direct in their communication and if they disagree with something based off of what they think and what they believe, they’re more willing to say it.”

Indirectness and formality as perceived staples of English culture might play a role in what the American graduate students also articulate as a more distant relationship with their graduate supervisors. The close cooperation that Maffetone, Gourisankar and Delaney all experienced while doing undergraduate research in the United States is juxtaposed with a relationship with British faculty that they say is formal for many graduate students, although they have had positive experiences with supervisors to varying degrees.

“When I’ve had British supervisors I think it would be a stretch to call them mentors,” Gourisankar says. “Because they were very, very helpful when I talked to them, and very nice people, and I had great conversations, but there was no active mentorship.”

Maffetone also thinks that the closeness of personal relationships within the Oxford system is highly dependent on the discipline. As a physics tutor, he acknowledges the structural limitations the tutorial system in the sciences places on his ability to develop close relationships with students, especially relative to full-time professors.

“They actually have meaningful insight to the character of the students that I really don’t get from interacting with them a couple of times a term for an hour and a half, besides reading their work and knowing that “you clearly don’t give a shit about what you’re doing, you spend way too much time on a physics assignment, and you are clearly working right next to them,” he says.

Albeit Delaney does not wax lyrical about the comparatively poor WiFi at Oxford, all of the students are enthusiastic about the resources Oxford provides them and especially the comprehensiveness and accessibility of the library system. “So for example, I wrote a little bit on the Caribbean nationalist movements after World War II. There’s access to all these newspaper records from the time. And microfilms of various Caribbean newspapers of the time, the Barbados Advocate, The Nation,” Gourisankar says, praising the extent of the library’s historical documentation.

Oxford’s enormous resources, extensive archives, and ongoing exchanges with American scholarship might limit actual differences in how much disciplines themselves diverge across the Atlantic. As Maffetone says, he would not be able to tell from reading over a transcript whether he had been having a conversation with a British or American graduate student. But there are nonetheless meaningful shifts in the way subjects are taught, particularly in the humanities.

“Those who study politics back home experience a much more positivist numbers-driven, data-driven sort of discipline,” Delaney says. He thinks that limits the sorts of conversations that political scientists like himself can have. “How many political theories do you know predict outcomes exactly as they are? Certainly every theory that held about campaigning, about polling, even how you just run for political office, didn’t hold this election.”

The focus on developing a particular expertise in theory that he says he has encountered at Oxford has enabled him to refine his understanding of the subject and to avoid some of the pitfalls he believes were endemic to American political science. “Politics is nonlinear and I think pretending that it is linear back home I think is kind of a problem.”

Maffetone agrees that Oxford’s emphasis on thought processes rather than a relentless focus on drilling down mastery of specific skills has been a valuable aspect of his education here. “It’s the soft skills, it’s the autonomy, it’s the ability to tackle complex problems, to hold on to a three, four year project that you want to get out of a PhD,” he says.

That said, these American graduate students do not have an entirely rosy view of Oxford. They see it as a complicated institution that is to an extent mired in traditionalism that might not be acceptable in the United States. Delaney frequently finds himself defending the presidential system against an onslaught of comparative politics peers from Europe who tend to assume the superiority of their own parliamentary model. More insidiously, he describes his suspicions that there are international students at Oxford who are deprived of participation in opportunities like podcast hosting because of their accents – something he believes would not happen in the U.S. due to its history of immigration.

The formalism of the Oxford experience, especially at meals, is also something that all three have both enjoyed despite deep reservations. Black tie events, formal dinners, and balls all feed into an ostentatious and privileged lifestyle that Gourisankar says demands more introspection from students here. Delaney says that his New York City upbringing makes him very conscious of the difference between Oxford and real working life, and Maffetone says that a lingering sense of guilt has led him to attend less formal events.

“There is a very stark difference between the overt show of opulence there is at Oxford and the very lack of that at least at the public state school that I went to,” Gourisankar says. “I cannot imagine as an undergrad going to three course meals in formal halls and being served wine by waiters who barely spoke English. That is just like a caricature of an Oxford that I think is somehow still true.”

Delaney volunteers at a local homeless shelter every Saturday and says he was shocked to realize how disconnected the relationship was between students and Oxford residents, which he says is the opposite of how Penn organized its engagement with Philadelphia. He says undergraduates act like because they are “an Oxford student, this is basically my playground. Whereas there are other people who live and work here.”

The culture of privilege, according to Gourisankar, extends from formal halls to the numerous cricket pitches found around Oxford, and the expenses some colleges are willing to authorize for sports and amenities. “Some of these colleges are completely the opposite and they just have the basic minimums,” he says. “There’s no attempt to be egalitarian.”

Gourisankar thinks that Oxford’s unexamined assumptions can even lead to problems with its scholarship, like the Eurocentrism he argues pervades the history curriculum. He gives specific examples of ways he thinks that information in the classroom here is filtered through a European lens, affecting course reading lists and discussions in the classroom.

“Last year when I was doing my masters in history, there was an elective called History of the Islamic World. This is a massive, over a billion population history of the Islamic world. But there were also all these smaller electives on like Italy in 1535,” he says. “One particular town in Spain during like the sixteenth century. And that was very surprising to me, in terms of there’s this much of a difference in the scale in which you teach things.”

But for all three Oxford has still been in important respects a formative intellectual experience. Delaney says that he sees Oxford as part of an invaluable British educational model that has no direct parallel in the United States.

“Very few places are ever as conducive to learning as Oxford or Cambridge are. Just constructed for that reason, and they fulfill it very, very well,” he says.

Delaney thinks that the insight he has gained into the internal mechanics of states here has equipped him to better succeed in his future goal of a career in public service, as he hopes to combine an MPhil or DPhil in comparative politics with a JD in law in the United States. Gourisankar plans to use his two MA degrees in history and public policy to bolster a PhD in chemical engineering, and Maffetone has gone so far in his commitment to interdisciplinarity as a chemist that he has drafted an application to work in the EPA for the Trump administration to use his scientific background to mitigate the possible effects of a reversal in US policy on climate change.

Coming to Oxford allowed Gourisankar to do interdisciplinary work that he hopes to help use to contextualize innovation to ensure technological developments ultimately help people in practical ways. “In the U.S. there is a culture of work and immediate specialization to some extent, and this was an opportunity to step back from that,” he says.

Meanwhile, Maffetone talks about how Oxford and the Marshall program have facilitated a personal reconceptualization of basic ways that science can reach people, such as a recent dinner hosted by a friend on the topic of death and dying.

“All we did was just eat dinner and talk about death and dying. From a religious perspective, from a philosophical perspective, from a what do we do in terms of the ethics of it, and legal codes surrounding how we die, what’s an acceptable way to die, how do we plan for death? Do we fear death?” Maffetone says. “Those kinds of discussions don’t happen in a laboratory, they just don’t. It’s more like, Oh my God, the science is killing me just now.”

Maffetone appreciates the conversations that he has had at Oxford, and believes that more scientists need to engage in similarly far-reaching dialogues. But ultimately in retrospect, due to what he calls his “affection for modernity,” he thinks he would have preferred to get his D. Phil at a northern university like Leeds or Manchester. Gourisankar is grateful for having had the opportunity to experience both an American education and a British one at Oxford. Meanwhile, Delaney cherishes Oxford’s commitment to intellectualism despite whatever flaws the university’s culture of privilege might support.

“Even though I loved Penn and I really do still love it, I would love to have spent more time in a place like this where you can get a little deeper in terms of the conversations,” he says. “Oxford is very different in that there is a greater focus on learning ideas, sharing ideas, debating ideas, learning how to think.”

Delaney thinks that by having conversations with their tutors and their peers inside and outside the classroom, students here learn frameworks of thinking that enable them to tackle intellectual challenges that would have been impossible to overcome with a pre-professional education focused on rote memorization. He thinks the ability to think and talk freely at Oxford can move mountains.

“You can engage your fellow students in conversations you couldn’t do that in before. And that matters. It matters a hell of a lot.”