+12 In 1998 I started an eight-week evening college course, Introduction to Philosophy. I was in my mid-thirties and was aware of philosophers, of course. But I hadn't read their works and knew nothing about critical thinking. Our text was Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. And our tutor was a Marxist.
Published in 1995, Sophie's World is the bestseller novel about the history of philosophy. It opens with Sophie, a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, finding two pieces of paper in her mailbox with two questions:
- Who are you?
- Where does the world come from?
The novel takes Sophie and the reader on a tour of Western Philosophy, from the pre-Socratics to 20th-century philosophers, as she seeks answers to these existential questions.
Each week our tutor set chapters from the novel as homework, and in the following class, he facilitated discussions and debates over what we'd read. It proved a steep learning curve, as I observed in a diary entry in mid-February:
Just managed to hold onto the thread of this evening's class by a thin strand. Others fared less well, admitting afterwards to complete confusion.
But I liked reading Sophie's World, and the weekly stimulation of the philosophy classes, even if I often went home with a thrumming headache.
A Marxist Rant
And then in late-March, the tutor skipped over the section he'd told us to read during the week to a chapter on Marx, and suddenly the class felt different. There was no interactive discussion; it was old-fashioned chalk-and-talk. And the tutor was so passionate about Marx and Marxism, that a fellow class member later described the lesson as a "rant".
I wasn't surprised to find empty seats in the philosophy class the following week. And I regretted not staying home, too, when the tutor started the lesson where he'd left off, on the topic of Marxism and "workers' consciousness". Thankfully, after a short rant, he returned to the chronology of Sophie's World, and we moved on to Freud, which seemed fitting.
When the course finished in early April, I joined a handful of stalwarts for a farewell dinner with the tutor. My diary records we didn't talk about philosophy, but we did discuss a letter of complaint sent to the evening college after the Marxist-rant lesson:
"I wish to make an official and strong complaint about the course, Introduction to Philosophy, and the class tutor. This course is being used for political purposes. In March, the tutor deviated from the course structure to devote an entire lesson on Marx. He then admitted he is a Marxist and therefore teaches philosophy from a Marxist perspective. In my opinion, he is using this course as a vehicle to promote his own political ideology."
This is a short extract from what was a three-page letter documenting dates, perceived deviations, and the heated after-class debate between the class member — who stopped attending lessons after the Marx night — and the tutor. We all remembered him: he'd been an intense guy, prone to pushing his point of view, and had veered outside the course structure himself on several occasions.
Not to be outdone, the tutor had responded with a five-page letter, which he also shared with us. It was an exhaustive point-by-point rebuttal of the complainant's assertions and a detailed defence of the course, its methods and objectives. The tutor concluded:
"I maintain my right to discuss critically the views of any philosopher. My perspective and the perspectives of the various philosophers discussed throughout the course were publically declared. Some of the stated aims of the course are to develop the abilities to see others' points of view, explore other possibilities, engage in self-correction, maintain relevance, and make considered judgements. From his letter and behaviour during sessions, it appears the complainant has not gained any of these abilities."
The stalwarts and I who had completed course felt the complaint was over the top. Yes, the Marx lesson wasn't our favourite class. But as I commented in my diary that night, the disgruntled class member was accusing the tutor of "being a card-carrying Communist intent on converting us to Marxism".
In the end, I offered to write a letter of support for the tutor and course. I couldn't match the passion or eloquence of either party in the dispute, so mine was only a one-pager. However, I felt I had to address the Marx evening:
"I too had concerns over the Marx lesson, and I discussed these with another class member. We both agreed the content wasn't the problem, but how it was presented. Previous classes were interactive, encouraging discussion, while this class was more a traditional chalk-and-talk, sit and listen to the teacher session."
I closed supportively, "the philosophy course proved difficult, stimulating and informative. I would recommend it to anyone wanting a learning environment in which philosophical and personal viewpoints are explored and challenged".
An Alternative Method for Marx
I don't know how the evening college mediated the complaint. But the tutor and I shared two further items of correspondence, faxes (more common than emails back then). In his, he acknowledged my "critique of the epistemological chalk-and-talk fest" during the Marxism lesson and asked if I had any thoughts on an alternative method for Marx? I replied:
"Do what you did in the first lessons: get the class to discuss the issues and let the conclusions surface on their own accord. And perhaps it would be a good idea to separate Marx's theory on the development of knowledge from Marxism and Communism. Especially, as we've come to know them from the despotic excesses of the 20th century."
While I never again did a philosophy course, I maintained an interest in the subject, read more widely on it, and nowadays listen to philosophy podcasts. And I did finish and enjoy Sophie's World.
Oh, as for the two questions, Sophie and I worked through the book together and learned the answers. They weren't what either of us expected, but then, neither was my Marxist philosophy class.
© 2019 Robert Fairhead
N.B. You might like to read about My First Buddhist Lesson (Tall And True, October 2018).
Sydney, NSW, Australia.
A middle-aged dad and dog owner, Robert is an editor and a writer for Tall And True and blogs at RobertFairhead.com. He enjoys reading, writing, playing the guitar, walking his dog, and watching Aussie Rules Footy with his son. Robert has worked as an electrician, sales and marketing rep, computer programmer, dog trainer and (wanna-be) writer. He also had a one-night stand as a stand-up comic.