The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.2003, Page 13

The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.2003, Page 13
Vol. 57 #4 THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN 149 No two hundred kids in a lecture hall. The profs knew you by name. It was easier to make friends. Also, United was known as a teaching college. There was a real effort on the part of the profs to teach well. Many of them were delightfully eccentric. While at United I joined the Creative Writing Club. Prof. Hallstead and Dr. Swayze were in charge. They did a mar- velous job of teaching us to discuss each other’s work. They were encouraging and kind while being insightful. They made us think. It would be hard to overemphasize the role the professors played in my life. Gordon Blake unravelled the mysteries of economics. David Owen despaired of my ever grasping the difference between truth and validity, but persevered, and I’ve used his course in logic all through my career. The English courses were like a series of miracles as I learned to see beyond the sur- face of stories. That’s where I learned to love Hemingway and Maugham. Walter Young brought the Winnipeg strike alive. Also important were the events that occurred in the main hall. That’s where I first saw ballet and attended live musical concerts with professional musicians. Nina: What did it feel like to receive an honourary doctorate from University of Winnipeg? Bill: In many ways, the honourary doctorate was the highlight of my life. I think that was because it was from my Alma Mater. There is something special about returning to one’s undergraduate institution in triumph. Especially when you’ve been a C student. Nina: And becoming a Fellow of the Royal Society? How did you react to that? Bill: Stunned amazement when I received a letter saying I’d been elected and did I wish to accept. Never, in my wildest dreams, had it ever occurred to me that I’d be elected to a prestigious academic soci- ety. Even after teaching at the University of Victoria for 29 years, I feel like an interlop- er in the academic world. My self image is of a small town boy who learned to write stories about the people and places he knows and somehow lucked into a great job where they let him teach other people to write and pay him an astounding amount of money to do so. I keep waiting for someone to turn up at my office and say, “What are you doing here? Out, out!” That feeling among professors who come from working class backgrounds is quite common, I’m told. Nina: You speak of your career as if you just fell into it, but of course that was- n’t the case with the many honours you’ve received. You didn’t receive an honourary doctorate from your Alma Mater by chance and your name wasn’t randomly University of Manitoba Press

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