Dear Committee Members reads to me like a secret file on one’s computer where, when asked to write a recommendation letter, one pens what promptly (sassily, and sometimes even passive aggressively) comes to mind, sniping and smirking and shaming and such only to then start with a new, blank document and write the letter actually sent. And when read this way, I just adored this book. Sure, our professor has an acrid tongue at times. Sure, our letter writer holds onto bitterness often like a toddler clings to his favorite blanket- And yes, the book itself is a grand commentary on life in academia and the mundane and infuriating and charming life that entails. But it’s also funny. And sometimes too true. And entertaining.
Although written as letters to others, we learn a great deal about this professor and what has hurt him and how he has worked through that. Anyone who’s ever been in a higher education faculty meeting will surely giggle at some of the too-true revelations about the inner workings of departments and personalities. (Not that I’m saying that I saw any former colleagues or former professors in the book. No not that I’m *saying* that.) But we also see just how much professors can care about helping deserving students succeed. And that is endearing.
The style of this book will not at all appeal to all. But for those who’ve ever worked in higher education, this is a must read. As long as you’re willing to laugh at yourself while giggling with knowing nods at the rest.