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The big ‘what’s going on’

The time has come (the blogger said) to talk of big things. I have flown flags enough, over the last few posts, sporadic as they have been, to give the impression that change was afoot in my life as well as maybe in the blog, and so here at last is the announcement. These are the headlines.

  1. For reasons which the blog more or less makes clear, if you read back over the doldrums, hiatuses, shortage of news and posts about industrial action, despite having had a secure academic appointment in a top UK university I have been looking for other work, academic and non-academic, for a few years now.
  2. Until recently, neither of those searches had been very successful; I got no academic interviews, a couple of museum ones and two real-world professional ones but no offers, and I made a few extra grand over a couple of years buying and selling stuff over eBay and evaluating grant applications, but no life-changing options opened up.
  3. Then, in March this year, a prospect emerged at a private liberal arts university in India (and forgive my paranoia or superstition or whatever it is, but I’ll identify them once I’m actually there). This very quickly became the exit plan; they offered both me and my partner jobs in April and we accepted immediately. I start there in January 2026.
  4. Therefore, in May I handed in my notice at the University of Leeds—and about that I shall say only that the response was to offer to allow me to go sooner—and on 31st August this year I ceased work for them and became a gentleman of leisure.
  5. However, in the meantime, my brilliant partner, already on unpaid leave from our employers, had obtained a fellowship – in fact she obtained two, but had to choose between them – in İstanbul for nine months, and the relevant institution were and are happy to have me there as a trailing spouse, albeit unpaid, which is really extremely good of them.
  6. However again, because it transpires that in my current situation Turkish residence is basically not possible for me to get, as I post this I am taking a couple of weeks solo in Catalonia, which I intend pretty much entirely to spend reading, writing and visiting monuments. (I will only be passing through Barcelona, sorry folks.)
  7. Oh yeah, also in there, on completely unrelated schedules and plans, this year has involved getting my mother into care and then out of it into independent sheltered accommodation with two new knees (and moving and housing her cat and a load of her belongings from the wrong end of the country and back as a result), and also my oft-mentioned partner becoming my legally wedded wife. That latter has made emigration a lot simpler, but we’d been engaged with a date in mind since before the job offers came in, so that’s not why we did it! More traditional motives like wanting to be together forever came in first there.
  8. But as a result of all this, I drafted this on a train through the Austrian Alps, which I followed with a night bus to Sofia and then a night train to the Second Rome, where I have taken up residence as an independent scholar for most of three months except for the current Pyrenean interlude. Then next year I light out to India, where after a term of initial teaching I return to İstanbul for a further two months’ respite. Then follows a brief return to the UK to see family and coordinate getting our cat shipped to India; and after that we’re both there with him for the foreseeable, except for probably-yearly trips back to Europe.
(A resignedly trusting cat on his unwitting way to a long stay in a cattery. Poor little fella. But no-one we knew could take him in.)

So I’m out of it, but I hope this is actually going to mean being more into it.1 My teaching load, once I have one again, is contractually fixed at 2:2 and confined to six months of the year, variously split, including marking. The gamble is that, with that in play, so much scholarship now being online, my new employers being willing to buy most books and a literal container currently containing our shared private academic library distributed about our offices and dwelling, I’ll actually be better placed to do research and contribute to things than I have been at the supposed heart of UK medieval studies. You will hopefully all be seeing more of me before long, in person or online, than has been possible these last few years. And even if not, I hope I’ll be happier.

However, none of this is simple. Until the end of August I was still responsible in my job, mainly for marking and e-mail although there were a few days in which there was literally nothing else I could do for my wage than historical research. Unfortunately I was also taking some part of the arrangements for the move—though my wife took much more—and then I was fairly frantically packing down, using up, and digitising stuff, and relocating our own cat to the other end of the country as well, until reaching the point now where my, our, belongings, are divided between three storage locations, one of which is being held for shipping to India, and then four suitcases and two rucksacks which we brought, slow-travel-wise, to İstanbul. Reducing a pretty comfortable material life, in which I had allowed myself to collect several sorts of things, to that level was a hard slog. And I really need to catch up on many months, probably years, of short sleep, which I have only really just started on. But I’m doing things, I’m reading again, I’ve sent off some delayed work (and had no acknowledgement, I guess because the relevant editor has also left UK academia and his colleagues are too swamped with term starting to check the relevant email address), and rest is possible again. And I think, before too long, things will be better.

A mosque and a tower in Istanbul
(The Sokollu Mehmet Paşa Camii and the Galata Tower as seen from the Golden Horn on my previous trip to İstanbul in 2016.)

Nonetheless, times of change. My domestic and natal homes have both gone this year, as have my wife’s; I’m unemployed for the first time in two decades, having given up what was supposed to be the job for life; I have left the only country in which I have ever lived with no immediate plans to return there except as visitor; and there are also some bigger changes going on in the world order which you’ve probably noticed yourselves but do nothing to add fixity to my sense of things. All I can say is that in a few months’ time everything will be pretty different, and that sadly in some ways, but excitingly in others, hopefully more, it needed to be. Here goes.


1. And after all, did not the great sage Harvey Bainbridge long ago point out that, “If you wanna get into it, you gotta get out of it”? (Hawkwind, “Utopia”, on Choose Your Masques (Charisma 1982).) He didn’t mean this, I’m pretty sure, but I also doubt he would disagree even now.

Björn Weiler and Jinty Nelson

I am very late with both these pieces of news, but firstly I am not really writing here at all at the moment and secondly, they’re the kind of news one doesn’t want to have. Much as when my partner asks me if I’ve heard of a particular musician I hear a metaphorical bell toll, there is one obvious context for a subject header which is just two names, and I’m afraid that is the situation. Professor Björn Weiler, of Aberystwyth University, died on 15th November last year, and Jinty, or as she’d rather not have been known Professor Dame Janet Laughland Nelson, on 14th October, and I should have said something for them at the time. And whatever is happening to this blog, I still should, so I’m afraid I emerge from hiatus temporarily only to write a double obituary.1

Aberystwyth University publicity photograph of Professor Björn Weiler

Aberystwyth University publicity photograph of Björn Weiler

I will start with Björn because I knew him less well. I ran into him almost only at the Leeds International Medieval Congress, and since I haven’t gone to that for a while, having no new research to present, I hadn’t seen him for some time. I was warned by a friend more socially connected that he was ill, and it was by the same route that the news reached me, not all that long after, that illness had indeed claimed him. This was pretty terrible news. It’s not just that Björn was both gentleman and scholar in an age when that is hard to maintain. His numerous books and articles are scholarship in the best aspect of his academic tradition, which is to say that they are thorough, painstaking and cautious but also illuminated with brilliant insight and still humble enough to expect others to continue to move the subject on.2 We might all wish to be able to say as much of our own stuff, but I know I can’t! But it’s not just that, it is also the loss of his kindness and interest. I hardly knew Professor Weiler, but whenever we met I did not have to remind him who I was, and if he asked what I was working on he listened to and had thoughts about the reply. Anything you had to tell him was useful and interesting enough to be nice about. A collection of posts from social media collated by Medievalists.net as an obituary for him overflows with stories of his warmth and kindness. That was a trait which brought people together and built bridges between them. I have been in more than one conversation at the IMC with a certain medievalist who won’t always talk to me which was made possible just because one or other of us was already talking to Björn, and the certain medievalist didn’t like to kick off in front of him. He was in this literal respect a model to be followed, and in several others as well, and he was only 55, and it’s very sad.

Photo of Professor Janet Nelson from the Guardian obituary by Paul Fouracre

This picture of Jinty is from the Guardian’s obituary, which was written by Paul Fouracre (on whom see below). (As Wikimedia Commons observes, there is no license-free photo of Jinty available.) I assume this is Paul’s photo and take the liberty of assuming he wouldn’t mind me reusing it for this purpose. The obituary, which is naturally a rather affecting one, is linked through.

However, I still didn’t know Professor Weiler very well, whereas while I didn’t expect a funeral invitation or anything, I was rather closer to Jinty. In fact, she was one of my most important academic patrons when I first needed one, and for as long after as I asked her, and I owe her a great deal, a great deal that includes my first invitation to speak at the Institute of Historical Research, my first lecturing gig and a substantial and invaluable part of my academic library. But though I clearly owe her one, a pæan to Jinty is a daunting thing to contemplate. Where does one even start? And once started, how does one stop? She was a legend in her field, and beyond. She was the professor who told a government minister he was a fool in the press and got more coverage than he did. She was, as its first female president, part of what she jokingly called a joint queenship that briefly ran the Royal Historical Society. She was in the legendary Bucknell Group. She supervised goodness knows how many doctoral students; I was at her retirement party when one of the first of them, Paul Fouracre, now well retired himself, gave a far better speech than I could ever manage in her honour.3 She more or less held together the activity of the Earlier Middle Ages Seminar at the Institute of Historical Research for many years. She wrote only two books, both royal biographies, but also had three volumes of collected papers which gathered only a fraction of her voluminous output.4 Every piece she wrote is a jewel, too, written with increasingly conversational style through her career but never losing seriousness, and some of them are lapidary explanations of the basic operations of parts of early medieval society that you can set to students in safety but still make experts nod in agreement years after they first came out.5 She could find the obvious which needed stating and put it before you – I remember well one unusually story-time-like seminar at the IHR which had been displaced into the tea room by building work, during the early stages of Jinty’s work on her biography of Charlemagne, in which she was trying to get his marriage dates sorted out, and which included her pausing to muse briefly and then saying, "You have to understand, these weren’t nice people." From anyone else it would have seemed trivial; from Jinty it was deep truth which explained more than we would usually manage about the problems we create for ourselves by heroising the people on whom we spend so much of our mental time. She did not do so, because she was a better historian than most.

But again the other thing which stands out is her kindness. Jinty was shrewd and far from apolitical, and she was far from agreeing with everyone; but I remember that when I was in the entry stages of my dispute with Cullen Chandler, I explained things to Jinty and she said, "well, keep things comradely, that’s what matters," and I probably should have paid more attention than I did. I was not a pupil of hers, and I’m not completely sure why she decided I was worth backing, except that I think she decided a lot of people were worth backing and then did that. But that backing got me three months of teaching in her stead; a half-made book pitch for Manchester Medieval Sources laid in front of their editor for me which, alas, I never finished the other half of though I still might some day because it was a good idea; 47 more books on my shelves to this day, retrieved during increasingly final sweeps of her office ("I’m not sure I’ll ever read these, Jinty."—"That doesn’t matter, Jon, I just want them to have a good home.")6; and I don’t want to think how many references and letters of recommendation. She didn’t have to do any of that; but I showed up at seminars, asked questions where I could, hung about and was sociable and seemed, I suppose, to know my stuff, and that was enough. Obviously I was never going to be able to repay all that; neither would she have expected me to. But even during my M.Phil. in Cambridge, a time of some difficulty where I racked up a lot of favours owing, I’d realised that except for very rare occasions one couldn’t pay back academic patronage; one could only pay it forward, to the next wave of people who showed up and seemed to know their stuff. And I have tried to until very lately, and still do where I can, and I comfort myself that Jinty would probably have thought that all she would have asked of me. I used to say that the academy ran not on its paid labour but on its goodwill work; Jinty was one of the best models of that I ever saw.

The last few times I did see Jinty, it was clear that she was finding it slowly more difficult to remember things and keep track of conversations. Despite that, her final book did come out. I don’t think it’s the book I wanted her to write – which would, I suppose, have been something like what Pauline Stafford has done for the reigns of English kings and queens of the tenth and eleventh centuries in her books, but for Charlemagne – but it is the book Jinty wanted to write and so it was a massive relief to me that she finished it.7 I still very much wish she was still around to talk to, and I’m sure there are many who feel the same from much closer to her; but even if the clouds did close in on her, hers was a life whose good works, printed and personal, shone on and shine on anyway, and I hope that was a continuing comfort to her until she no longer needed it. I shall be one of very many who will miss Jinty Nelson for a long time.


1. Even this one post has been in draft since January, as well, so there is as yet no clear path to a resumption of blogging I’m afraid. Details of an unclear one are emerging, however…

2. Because Björn worked later than I tend to, I don’t have the personal knowledge of his work necessary to list his greatest hits, but I can mention as things I’ve found useful despite the time between us these: Björn K. U. Weiler, Kingship, Rebellion and Political Culture: England and Germany, c.1215-c.1250, Medieval Culture and Society (Basingstoke 2007); idem, “The King as Judge: Henry II and Frederick Barbarossa as seen by their contemporaries” in Patricia Skinner (ed.), Challenging the Boundaries of Medieval History: the legacy of Timothy Reuter (Turnhout 2009), pp. 115–140; Weiler, “Describing Rituals of Succession and the Legitimation of Kingship in the West, ca. 1000–ca. 1150″ in Alexander Daniel Beihammer, Stavroula Constantinou and Maria G. Parani (edd.), Court Ceremonies and Rituals of Power in Byzantium and the Medieval Mediterranean: comparative perspectives, The Medieval Mediterranean: Peoples, Economies and Cultures, 400-1500 98 (Leiden 2013), pp. 113–140.

3. It began something like, "You all know Jinty well, or so you think, but I’m going to tell you some things about Jinty you don’t know. First of all, she is lousy at winking…" He had the hall in stitches before he was done.

4. The biographies Janet L. Nelson, Charles the Bald, The Medieval World (London 1992) and eadem, King and Emperor: a new life of Charlemagne (London 2019); the essay volumes eadem, Politics and Ritual in Early Medieval Europe, History 42 (London 1986); eadem, The Frankish World 750-900 (London 1996); and eadem, Courts, Elites and Gendered Power in the Early Middle Ages, Variorum Collected Studies 878 (Aldershot 2007); and to them one should probably add, as well as innumerable volumes she edited, eadem (transl.), The Annals of St-Bertin, Ninth-Century Histories 1 (Manchester 1991).

5. This is a bit of a greatest-hits list, but, I would pick especially
Janet L. Nelson, “Kingship and Empire” in J. .H. Burns (ed.), The Cambridge History of Medieval Political Thought, c. 350–c. 1450 (Cambridge 1988), pp. 211–251; Nelson, “Gender and Genre in Women Historians of the Early Middle Ages” in Jean-Philippe Genet (ed.), L’historiographie en Europe (Paris 1991), pp. 149–163; Nelson, “Family, Gender and Sexuality in the Middle Ages” in Michael Bentley (ed.), A Companion to Historiography (London 1997), pp. 153–176; and Nelson, “Medieval Monasticism” in Peter Linehan and Janet L. Nelson (edd.), The Medieval World, 1st edn, Routledge Worlds (London 2001), pp. 576–604. They all opened my eyes onto topics where I might already have thought myself informed.

6 This, of course, obliges me never to get rid of them unless I can be sure they will still have a good home; but thankfully, most of them have been really useful, including constituting my basic teaching library for some years.

7. It being, of course, Nelson, King and Emperor.

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Medievalist in North Wales VII: older stones

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Some of what’s been going on

Hullo again; we might be back on air…

So, if you’re still reading after all this time, I want to firstly to thank you for that; thankyou all, you are my reassurance that I have some kind of an interested public at times when this is otherwise hard to determine. Secondly, I want to say something very brief by way of outline about what was behind this hiatus; and then thirdly I want to reflect, likewise briefly, on the utility of this blog. And then I want to get another post up pronto so as to move all this depressing stuff off the top! But some kind of account, all the same, is probably required.

I can and probably should be very short about the reasons behind the hiatus, and as it happens they probably can be summarised as, in recent years (as readers here know well) I have been seeing less and less future in the life academic, at least in the UK, and have been working up side hustles. As yet, these have not been going very well, probably only an extra couple of grand a year, but to find time to make them go I cut down my hours at work at the beginning of the academic year. My workload was accordingly cut down in proportion to that reduction in hours, but, well, it doesn’t feel as if that made much difference except that now I had one fewer days in which to manage it, or else didn’t do the new stuff. The point at which I declared hiatus was roughly when January marking landed, and I’ve been trying ever since then to get out from under that and still keep the other stuff going. Various family problems or needs have also arisen – the one I reported here was the unexpected one – and in the middle of it we’ve had to give up our car which, of course, means a whole range of things become more difficult or expensive or both, not helped by the fact that my bike has been out of commission for most of that time as well and I’ve had no time to fix it. So, blogging has come a perpetual fourth in a race where only three runners can place.

Now, some of this difficulty, I admit, I have made for myself, because I’ve also been trying to keep research projects alive. I have been told both to stop this and to carry on by different people in authority, admittedly – but because no-one else outside Leeds will stop work if I do, I have nonetheless slowly been co-editing a journal issue, though my co-editor is sadly having an even worse time than I am. We’re running late, consequently, but it’s still moving. So that has also been going on behind the scenes, and when it reaches some definitive stage I will write about it on the project blog and signal that here. Alongside shepherding that to press, I now have only one article left to finish, hopefully both done by the time of the International Medieval Congress, and then I might even be able to return to Borrell!

But, when you have to overcome so many obstacles just to do that stuff, and it’s so unclear that anyone will read it when it does come out – I’m watching my H-index drop, my royalties for reproductions shrink and what few other indications there is that one has an audience dwindle likewise – it is very hard to see the point. I am of course temperamentally inclined to see the worst in everything, a known problem for which help is being sought, but why in this day and age anyone should care about my corner of tenth-century Europe, or even the other corners of the tenth century and its neighbours in which these days I take an interest, I honestly don’t know most of the time. And if I don’t, how’m I gonna convince anyone else?

Now, in time past a lot of the answer to that question has been this blog. Over the, erk, nearly eighteen years this blog has been running, it’s been a perpetual reassurance that at least some people are interested. And it still is, and I’m grateful for your readership, I am, but the sad fact is that you are a fraction of what there used to be. In fact, that fraction is about a fifth: in 2012, at its peak, this humble blog drew in 191,727 page views, and saw 641 comments. I know (I have published saying) that that is a very empty statistic, especially since half the comments will have been my replies and actually it’s sometimes been a busier conversation since then, but in 2023 the Corner got 37,617 views, total, and that on a steady downward trend from 2012 bar a drop and bounce during 2020-2021, presumably because of the pandemic.1 I do, admittedly, now have 700+ subscribers as well, and I guess that those of them who are not selling something or just hoping I will link back are the real core audience; hi folks! And I suppose that you fine and discerning people probably rarely actually load the site, so that my stats are really only capturing second-level engagement. Still, 700+ extra page views per post, so about 3,000 a month, 36,000 a year, would not, sadly, turn back the clock very far.

So I have been thinking hard about how far this platform still serves me in my quest for public intellectualhood. By way of perspective, one of the postgraduates at Leeds runs a Substack newsletter on early medieval stuff. Their focus is trendier than mine, and they put much more time into networking on X and elsewhere than I ever would; but they publish on average between once and twice a month, and have over 30,000 subscribers. And y’see, that looks like an audience in a way that this, by now, does not. The interest is out there, but this isn’t finding it. But of course I hardly have the time to start a third blog when I can’t manage to keep up my first (or second), and neither is it clear why a new one would fare differently… (One of my colleagues also has a Substack on early medieval matters or even earlier, for example, and they have been going for a year and a half, posting weekly pretty much, and have, I understand, about 20 subscribers, no typo.2 So I don’t mean to suggest that Substack is a magic bullet.)

None of this, as you see, resolves yet into an answer. But the general place I find myself is "this isn’t working", whether it be the academy, my own work in it, my side hustles or this here blog. And this has made it harder than I would have liked to break this hiatus. But still: I have a queue of stuff I wanted and mostly want to write about, and some people who want to read it, and while I definitely do need to find some more of those, you are still here and I wouldn’t wish to disappoint you! So, shortly – tomorrow, in fact, I’ve just scheduled it – something more substantive and less whiny. But I thought you ought to know at least some of what’s been going on, and when it becomes clearer what is going to go on, of course, I will let you know that too.


1. Jonathan Jarrett, "Views, Comments and Statistics: Gauging and Engaging the Audience of Medievalist Blogging" in Literature Compass Vol. 9 no. 12 (Oxford 2012), pp. 991–995, DOI: 10.1111/lic3.12016.

2. I haven’t provided links here, against my habit, because for various reasons I can’t go into I deem it safer not to in one of these cases and therefore not fair to only in the other. But the successful one is pretty easy to discover even with such search terms as this gives you. The other one, not so much, and therein is some of the rub.

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Does ChatGPT think the Academy got hacked?

Today I am not at the International Medieval Congress, but as mentioned on what was supposed to be a holiday but is actually looking after ill cats. It’s OK. It also gives me time to put together a lighter-weight distraction blogpost in order to make up somewhat for the lack of blogging you have recently endured from me. So here we are. You may remember that part of the reason for that lack was that I got myself into a sunk costs problem over writing a long-distance review of a book called Hacking the Academy, which was a lot of work. Given how much work it was, it was tempting to find a way of outsourcing that work, and since we are in the middle of what might most gently be called a phase of adjustment to the academic implications of ChatGPT and large language model software, I couldn’t help wondering what the so-called AI would make of the task…

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This was really my first brush with the beast in its lair, and I drew the line at signing up for an account. The career blackmail possibilities of their user data must be tremendous, and I saw no need to add to them, so all they have on me is an IP address. Well, and this post. But without an account all you can use is the online chatbot here, so I did. And these are the results.

Screenshot of interaction with the OpenAI ChatGPT chatbot

Screenshot of interaction with the OpenAI ChatGPT chatbot, reading as follows:

AI: Hi? How can I help you?
You: What do you think of the 2013 book Hacking the Academy?
AI: As an AI assistant, I don’t have personal opinions, but I can tell you that "Hacking the Academy" is a collaborative volume that explores the potential of digital media to transform academic institutions. The book includes a collection of essays by scholars and educators who offer innovative ideas and strategies for using technology to improve research, teaching, and institutional practices. If you are interested in this topic, I can provide you with more details or recommend related materials.
You: Do people think that the 2013 book Hacking the Academy still has value?
AI: Yes, many people still find value in “Hacking the Academy” even though it was published in 2013. The book’s focus on the potential of digital media and technology to transform academic institutions is still relevant and important. Additionally, some of the essays in the book offer insights that have only become more relevant over time, such as the challenges of academic labor and the need for greater diversity and equality in higher education. Overall, “Hacking the Academy” remains a thought-provoking and valuable resource for anyone interested in the intersection of technology and academia.
You: Thankyou!
Error while calling OpenAI: rate limit reached for default-gpt-3.5-turbo in organization org2MYfTx8Pgtl3C8H3nS3EjVU2 on tokens per min. Limit: 90000 / min. Current: 89789 / min. Contact us through our help center at help.openai.com if you continue to have issues.

I have far fewer issues than I expected, in fact, though it is ironic that what looks to be an unconnected system error arose at the point of purely social exchange. The repetition is noticeable between the two answers but so might it have been in a human’s answer. This also isn’t really a full test of the thing’s possibilities, I do realise; the second answer is really the outline of a fuller review which would, in the hands of clever users, have expanded on the second and third sentences until you had full paragraphs for each point written by the robot. 1,000 words would have been pretty easy to get like this. But there’s also nothing really wrong with the substantive bits of what it told me. It found information on the Internet and made as reasonable a summary of it as anyone could. Obviously I could make it work harder, but the fact that it’s capable of doing what we want but not acting as we do is still fascinating. (We should also note that that error message suggests that chatbot is still running on GTP 3.5, rather than the more capable GPT 4.0, so if I’d dared the account I might have got my post much more easily.) I’m sure I’ll be dealing with this stuff more in future, but still: in a very simple and direct way it’s going to be difficult to make friends with it…

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