As I leave anthropology and academia, the one thing that I regret is that the research projects I’ve worked on over the last 17 years will never be completed.
One of the (many) weird things about this discipline is that the projects we work on take not just years, but in some cases decades to come to fruition.
So it’s normal to start planning a project, knowing that you might not get to do the fieldwork, or start writing it up, for a while. But Ive sometimes wondered if it’s ethically problematic to start a research project, if you’re not sure you’re going to be able to finish it.
When I graduated from my PhD program in 2014, I was very concerned about this. I knew it might be a while before I got a ‘real’ academic job with an institutional base from which to apply for grants, and time in the summer to do fieldwork/write.
So I focused on crafting second projects that could be done despite the restrictions of a 9-5, no-vacation, office-based day job, and put everything else on hold until I (hopefully, eventually) got that golden ticket.
Of course, that never happened.
And along the way, I watched as projects I’d thought I was putting temporarily on the shelf got dusty, and more fragile, and eventually started to crumble.
Now I know with that I will never complete that work. Despite all the love, work, and planning that went into them. No matter how awesome they may have been. Those research projects are dead.
If I hadn’t stumbled across the historian Erin Bantum’s beautiful and bitter essay, The Sublimated Grief of the Left Behind, I might not have dared call this a kind of grieving. But that’s what it is.
So here is an obituary for some of them. It’s dedicated to all the research projects I’ve loved before.
I’ll miss you guys!
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