{"id":368,"date":"2012-02-14T12:48:29","date_gmt":"2012-02-14T18:48:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/people.brandonu.ca\/kramer\/?page_id=368"},"modified":"2014-02-19T13:33:52","modified_gmt":"2014-02-19T19:33:52","slug":"profile","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/people.brandonu.ca\/kramer\/home\/profile\/","title":{"rendered":"Faculty Profile:  Dr. Reinhold Kramer"},"content":{"rendered":"<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-371\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/people.brandonu.ca\/kramer\/files\/2012\/02\/Family-at-U-of-W-300x225.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/people.brandonu.ca\/kramer\/files\/2012\/02\/Family-at-U-of-W-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/people.brandonu.ca\/kramer\/files\/2012\/02\/Family-at-U-of-W.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>\n<p>To become a farmer &#8212; that\u2019s what I wanted.\u00a0 Of course, at age 12, my vision of farming was The Old Swimming Hole, not 16-hour work days during harvest or calving season.\u00a0 Growing up in Winnipeg made it easy to idealize the country.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Growing up in a German Pentecostal church, where The Word was central, opened up a very different interest:\u00a0 literature.\u00a0 I loved Danny Orliss, the Hardy boys, and, when I got to high school, Agatha Christie and Isaac Asimov. \u00a0Although math was my strongest subject and English one of my weakest, I read Frank Herbert\u2019s <em>Dune<\/em> under my desk in Mr. Funk\u2019s math class.\u00a0 He graciously let my reading addiction bloom so long as I kept my math mark up.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0I initially had no interest in whatshisname, Shakespeare, but at some point\u2014I think it was when I picked Alan Garner\u2019s little-known <em>Red Shift <\/em>off the library shelf in the mistaken belief that the novel was science fiction\u2014I realized that there were writers who could do magic in a way that Agatha Christie couldn\u2019t.\u00a0 My teachers at Grant Park High School helped a lot.\u00a0 Mr. Coyle, an alcoholic Scotsman, drummed into us how to write a logically coherent essay and allowed us (i.e. forced us) to read widely.\u00a0 He\u2019s dead now, but I still pass on his advice to first-year students, and I hear the echo of his no-nonsense voice:\u00a0 \u201cKrrrhaymarh, step fohrward.\u00a0 Due nat <em>throuw<\/em> yer gahrbadge inta tha weyste besket froom tha beck rhouw.\u201d\u00a0 Mr. Schwetz, conversely, was one for new ideas and linguistic experiments.\u00a0 It was in Mr. Schwetz\u2019s class that I refused to write the city-wide exam on <em>Hamlet <\/em>and wrote, instead, an essay on how utterly wrong it was to dissect a great work of literature.\u00a0 I should have gotten a zero, but the kindly Mr. Schwetz gave me 8 out of 20, salvaging my term mark.\u00a0 Would I have tried such na\u00efve romanticism with Mr. Coyle?\u00a0 No.<\/p>\n<p>I determined to major in English at the University of Winnipeg, and when second-year registration came around, I asked the English advisor exactly how one could go about majoring in English while studying only contemporary literature.\u00a0 She was a medievalist.\u00a0 She glared at me.\u00a0 Then she said, \u201cThe first thing you\u2019ll do is to register for Shakespeare.\u201d\u00a0 I did.\u00a0 Soon I rejoiced.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After my B.A., I married Rita Flaig.\u00a0 For two years I worked in a group home for delinquent and emotionally-disturbed adolescents, but that taste of real-world disaffection soon made me long for the peacefulness of the academy again.\u00a0 Rita went along with my decision to return to university, even though it meant many sacrifices.\u00a0 She gave birth to three dear children\u2014Madeline, Stephanie, and Michelle\u2014during my graduate years, as we struggled together to earn enough to survive.<\/p>\n<p>At the University of Manitoba I met the novelist and scholar Dr. David Williams, whose influence and mentorship have guided me for many years.\u00a0 I told him that I wanted him as an advisor for an M.A. thesis on Leonard Cohen, but Williams wasn\u2019t eager to work on Cohen.\u00a0 Okay, I said, give me another subject.\u00a0 We settled on the Trickster\u2019s role in three Amerindian writers.\u00a0 For my PhD a few years later, I broadened my notion of The Word somewhat to write on the Canadian novel and scatology (the study of bodily excretions).\u00a0 Although the Graduate committee was initially reluctant to approve such a topic, I was allowed to pursue it, and eventually I published <em>Scatology and Civility in the English-Canadian Novel<\/em> with the University of Toronto Press.\u00a0 Despite the jokes it elicited at home and among friends at my Mennonite church here in Brandon, the book is a serious work, focusing on the relations between body and text in about 70 Canadian novels.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When former BU archivist Tom Mitchell asked me to collaborate on a book centred on Hilda 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