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Narrative Knowing and the Human Sciences (Suny Series in the Philosophy of the Social Sciences) Paperback – 7 Apr 1988
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This book speaks to a raging controversy that has significance for a variety of fields. I know of no other book that is so integrative and clarifying of what the issues are and how they arose. Seymour Sarason, Yale University"
"This book speaks to a raging controversy that has significance for a variety of fields. I know of no other book that is so integrative and clarifying of what the issues are and how they arose." -- Seymour Sarason, Yale University
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Donald E. Polkinghorne is Emeritus Professor and Chair of Counseling Psychology at the Rossier School of Education at the University of Southern California. He is the author of Methodology for the Human Sciences: Systems of Inquiry and Practice and the Human Sciences: The Case for a Judgment-Based Practice of Care, both also published by SUNY Press.
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1. School, fine
2. End of school, great
3. New clothing, great
4. Sunlight, great
5. Pets, great
6. Pets, what are they thinking
7. What pets are thinking, cannot know
8. Gum, great
9. Gum, extra?
I call her my niece, but we’re not actually related.
Given this rather limited set, and given KANDACE's big day, I thought I would give her NARRATIVE KNOWING AND THE HUMAN SCIENCES by the great POLKINGSTONE. That way, KANDACE might learn more about NARRATIVE KNOWING before she embarked upon the WORLD, and we might have something to discuss besides gum and sunlight. She could tell me about POLKINGHORNIAN theory; in turn, I could impart some life lessons, such as never trusting a liberal with your car.
It was a clear, sunny day, like 9/11, and everyone had gathered on the back patio to watch KANDACE unwrap her gifts. A watch. An IPAD. A fruit basket, except instead of fruit, there were soaps. That’s a clever twist on the fruit basket, I mused. But wait until she unwraps the Polkingstone. More gifts: a sweater. Earrings. An array of giftcards. I thought about how a gift card is a gift that lets someone buy more gifts. I vowed to buy them more often for people. Still, I mused, not as unique as Narrative Knowing and the Human Sciences, because you can buy gift cards at 7-11.
When she finally unwrapped POLKINSTONE, KANDACE seemed taken aback. “A book, a science book or something,” she said and then sat and stared, as if waiting for the book to do something else. Perhaps it will turn into another IPAD, she seemed to be thinking. She began to flip through its pages, slowly realizing it was just page after page of complex, worthwhile POLKINSTORNIAN theory.
I sat forward. “KANDACE,” I said, “you are done with school, but your education is only just beginning. It is a challenging world. A complex world. A world of dreams, and of disappointments.” KANDACE fanned the pages two or three times, and then held the book by the spine and shook it. “KANDACE,” I continued, “there are no shortcuts in this world of dreams and disappointments. What is narrative knowing?” A pause. She looked at me. “What are the human sciences?” Another pause. “See what I mean? Next week you’ll be able to tell me.”
KANDACE nodded, put the book on the table next to her and reached for another present. Obviously a hefty scholarly tome like this one isn’t something you can read at a party. When I got up to mix myself another SODA, some of the other guests watched me with envy and appreciation.
When I stopped by the following week, KANDACE wasn’t home, so I spent my visit chatting amiably with her parents, GRACE and SAM D. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by KANDACE’s room and noticed that NARRATIVE KNOWING AND THE HUMAN SCIENCES was on the nightstand, the perfect position for some nighttime cogitating on the big questions. “There you go, KANDACE,” I said.
The next week I went back again, and KANDACE was again absent. Once again, I went to the bathroom, and once again spotted NARRATIVE KNOWING AND THE HUMAN SCIENCES on the nightstand. This time, however, a half-eaten bowl of noodles was resting upon it, and there were noodles strewn on the cover. The noodles were covered in some kind of a sauce.
The next week, KANDACE was absent again. The bowl was gone, but NARRATIVE KNOWING AND THE HUMAN SCIENCES was covered in noodles. They were probably pretty dry by now, I reasoned.
The next time, the book had noodles, and a clump of hair.
Then it had noodles, a clump of hair, and two coffee rings.
Then it had noodles, a clump of hair, two coffee rings, and a pink splat.
Then it had noodles, a clump of hair, coffee rings, a pink splat, and some ants.
What to do with this scene? It was difficult to judge from it whether KANDACE had read NARRATIVE KNOWING AND THE HUMAN SCIENCES. On the one hand, the book now looked like a used book, which was promising; on the other hand, you think a person would at least pull dried noodles off the book she was reading. Otherwise, it would feel weird under the fingers. I began to wonder if I was stopping by at the wrong time of day.
Finally I ran into KANDACE quite accidentally, at the local dry cleaners. She was picking up a blouse or slacks or perhaps a hangerful of wispy scarves, and I was dropping off my most prized grey suit, a stately CHESTERFORK. After some of the usual chat about gum, she thanked me for the book. “Humans and the sciences,” she said, “such a big topic.”
“Don’t forget knowing,” I remarked.
“Right,” she said, “knowing humans and the sciences too.”
“It’s a lot to digest, I’d imagine.”
“So much to digest,” she said, “and to think about as well.”
“That’s what’s interesting,” she said, “how complex it all is.”
“What I find interesting, is that complex doesn’t mean dull. Many people don’t see that.”
“It can mean just the opposite.”
“Precisely the opposite. And thought-provoking.”
“So thank you again.”
The discussion then moved on to how complex the dry cleaners was. All of those items brought in by different people at different times of day. Starch. Light starch. And clothes really all look the same, I said, unless you own them yourself. “I think,” KANDACE noted, “that’s why they hand out the tickets.”
And with that, she took her scarves, blouse, or slacks, and her leave.
I walked home heartened, feeling like we had broken though and broadened our conversation. KANDACE, like me, like POLKINGHORNE, and like so many others, now sees how complex the world is. This is truth that will no doubt assist her on her way as she turns her face towards the FUTURE. There are things you can’t learn from an IPAD.
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