Graduation address: “Every success is everybody’s success”

I was honoured to be asked to give the graduation address at this year’s St Andrews Day ceremony. The speech is below. Chancellor, Principal, colleagues, friends, ladies and gentlemen: Graduations are a celebration of hard work and success. And the efforts you’ve all made to be sitting here today certainly deserve to be celebrated: whatever your course of study, you’ve shown the determination, dedication, intelligence, creativity, and drive to succeed. But being asked to give this graduation address got me thinking about the nature of success, and I’d like to share a thought with you: that success is not something we can readily ascribe to anyone individually. Rather, it’s a jigsaw that assembles itself from the actions of those people you meet and by whom you are influenced. Indeed, when you get right down to it, every success is everybody’s success. To see what I mean by this, think about how much had to go right for your studies to take place. You had to be born and brought up in a way that made you emotionally able to leave home and thrive on your own, possibly mastering a different language and culture, to become a rounded individual with the skills needed to take on a university such as this. This is no mean feat on the parts of yourselves and your parents, as I hope you appreciate; not to mention your earlier teachers, friends, neighbours, and all the other people who influenced you down the years. When you came to St Andrews, I’m sure you discovered that learning and research don’t occur in a vacuum. Most of you will have worked as part of a team, either in a lab or a seminar, where you came together to do something that perhaps none of you could have done individually. If you think back, I’m sure you can remember plenty of things said or done that have contributed directly to your being here today. We can cast the net wider. The university is clean, secure, and well-managed, thanks to the efforts of porters, cleaners, secretaries, administrators, and a host of others — efforts that tend to be hidden away and are easily forgotten, but that contribute to your studies at least as much as the efforts of your lecturers. The lights are on, the labs and seminar rooms are warm (more or less). There are coal miners in eastern Poland whom we will never meet, and who will never know to what they contributed — but without them the wheels would not have turned, the lights would not have burned, and none of the functions that we perform in this university would have been possible. So every success that happens here is their success too. And of course we should look through time as well as space. With this graduation we’re coming to the end of celebrating the 600th anniversary of the University of St Andrews. Think what has happened over those six hundred years to get us here! All the discovery and learning, all the patient, careful scholarship down through the years, slowly building knowledge, slowly building the reputation of this University, and of Scotland, as a place to come to learn and to teach and to do research — sparkling at this graduation today before ricocheting off into the future. Any successes any of us have here owe a debt to those who have come before us, who made this (frankly very unlikely) place possible. If there’s any substance to these musings, then it’s this: success isn’t the singular, individual thing that we sometimes like to think it is; but nor is it an atomised, isolated thing occurring outside a particular place in space and time and the flow of humanity. The modern world tends to focus on measurement, and the corollary that anything that can’t be easily measured either didn’t happen at all or at least can be safely ignored. But a moment’s reflection will convince you that this is nonsense: the successes we’re celebrating today have been guided and driven by influences that we would struggle to identify and certainly couldn’t quantify in any meaningful way, but without which we would not all be sitting here. This has some quite profound implications. It means that whatever you all do from today, whatever successes you enjoy in the years to come, are of real importance, no matter how small they may appear to you. Your research project may not give rise to the next Google: but it might be read by someone, who writes a thesis, that’s read by someone else, that gives another person an idea, that someone else uses to change the world for the better. We’ll never know the exact details of this process — we’ll certainly never measure it or report it — but lack of public credit doesn’t equate to lack of value, and that’s something that can help keep us all motivated and generous with our time and our ideas. So as well as celebrating your own individual successes today, I hope you’ll also celebrate the contributions you’ve made to the successes of others through friendship, collaboration, advice, mutual support, tutoring — or just simply being here. Every success really is everybody’s success. Thank you, and enjoy the rest of the day. (And in keeping with this spirit, I’d like to thank Al Dearle, Steve Linton, Linda Rafferty, and Lisa Dow, for their comments that made this speech so much better than when I first wrote it. The official press release version is on the university web site.)  

Catastrophe: Europe Goes To War 1914

Max Hastings (2013)

Exactly the sort of balanced and readable account one would expect from Max Hastings, this book covers the first four months of the war on the basis that this period established the themes that remained essentially unchanged until the breakdown of 1918.

Hastings makes the familiar argument that the Western Front was the key to the whole war, with the other fronts being sideshows. But he makes the less familiar (to me anyway) argument that the deadlock was largely inevitable — the result of macro-economic forces and the evolution of defensive military hardware — rather than due in any significant way to failures in generalship on either side. This isn’t to excuse the poor leadership, nor to minimise the consequences of the stubbornness and lack of imagination or empathy that went with it, but simply to say that the war had to be fought largely as it was, with few viable alternatives.

It’s great to see Hastings acknowledge his debt to Barbara Tuchman’s The Guns of August, which to my mind remains the greatest summary of this period despite its low standing amongst professional historians. This book runs it a close second, though.

4/5. Finished Thursday 21 November, 2013.

(Originally published on Goodreads.)

Death of a Naturalist

Seamus Heaney (1966)


I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.


Heaney’s first volume of poems all relate to his growing-up in the country. Lots of the allusions are to an Ireland that still exists, untouched by the progress, boom, and bust of recent years, recognisably “country”.

The most famous poem in this volume is “Mid-term break”, describing Heaney’s returning home to the funeral of his younger brother, once again perfectly recognisable as an Irish country removal and wake in a way that wouldn’t be familiar elsewhere. Although I must say that my own favourite is “Storm on the Island” that describes how a storms comes over an empty West-of-Ireland landscape:


We just sit tight while wind dives
And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo,
We are bombarded by the empty air.
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.


Sentiments I recognise in myself at every storm I sit out.


5/5. Finished Saturday 16 November, 2013.

(Originally published on Goodreads.)

Too many numbers

I’ve never really noticed before how over-indexed even common documents are. Maybe it’s just that we’ve become more sensitive to these things recently, but when I recently renewed my car’s tax disc (for non-UK readers: the document that shows your car is legally on the road) that I realised exactly how much numeric information appears on the document: too-many-numbers There’s some “expected” information that really has to appear: names, addresses, car registration numbers, fee, and the like (which I’ve blurred). But the real action is on the counterfoil — a document you don’t have to keep, are never asked to produce, and will basically never be seen by anyone again. Let’s start with the long sequence of numbers (1)  at the top left. Two groups of these numbers are repeated bottom right as (3) and (4); three groups are distinct and don’t appear anywhere else. There’s a long issue number for this document bottom-left (2). At the bottom right, (6) also appears on the disc itself as (8) — in fact the only number  that makes it onto the tax disc itself, although there’s also a barcode in the centre. As if this wasn’t enough, and despite all the numbers being printed in what is clearly a machine-readable font, there are two QR code. In the interests of science I scanned them both. (6) repeats (5) (and therefore (8)), but (7) was too small to scan with a cellphone QR code reader: it’s visibly different to (6), though. So this is eight distinct pieces of information, in the main all dutifully recorded only to be discarded when one detaches the tax disc from the counterfoil to fit it. What is it all? Since we don’t have ID numbers in the UK, none of the numbers relate to me directly. I can understand a single registration number for the tax disc — although even that’s a bit redundant when you can query the tax status of a vehicle online to check whether the disc is genuine or not — but the rest mystifies me, as does the use of three machine-readable formats on one document. I’m not worried about the volume of information per se, as it’s being discarded and — more especially — it doesn’t seem to relate to me or my identity in any way, but I am curious as to why it all appears in the first place and what purpose any of it serves.

Strange landscape: A journey through the Middle Ages

Christopher Frayling (1995)

A fascinating dive into the structure of the Middle Ages, a period often regarded as a uniformly dark cipher. Fraying focuses on four topics: the origins of Gothic architecture; the evolution of the idea of heresy; the conflict between church and reason; and the cosmology of Dante’s The Divine Comedy. If these choices seem eclectic, they’re both carefully chosen and intricately related to the complete story of the period.

Most fascinating for me was the description of the arguments between Peter Abelard, the man who almost singlehandedly put the University of Paris on the map, and St Bernard of Clairvaux, about the place of reason and inspiration in religion. They were both what we would now regard as religious men, but their radically different views on religion’s place and relationship to thought cut the the heart of many modern debates as well. Similarly, the chapter on Dante simplifies and structures what can otherwise be a difficult book to access.

The theme that runs through the book is the similarities that appear between the Middle Ages and the modern world, best captured by Umberto Eco in saying that we have never really left Middle Ages behind. Certainly a book like this makes much more clear the intellectual debt we still owe to the period, as well as how many of the questions raised then remain live even now.

4/5. Finished Friday 1 November, 2013.

(Originally published on Goodreads.)