This is a wry, truthful, painful account of an intelligent woman being comprehensively conned by a charismatic man, but it isn’t only that. It’s an indictment of the system that allows people like this to thrive. The academic institutions scammed by the Irish Professor prefer to avoid embarrassment by keeping quiet, even as they observe the fraudster going on to other prestigious positions. Still worse, it’s public money – sought-after research grants and scholarships – that’s funding his lifestyle. Governments and corporations are only too eager to hand out money to the “business” stream of academia, and nobody looks too closely at how the money is used once the big public announcement is made. As Ryckmans sums in up in a later article (see link below) “Australia’s universities have been corporatised and compromised, and business schools are at the vanguard of academic capture.”
When Ryckmans first met the Irish Professor he was, in his own words, “a distinguished scholar of financial regulation” with a CV covering professorships at various universities and a network of prestigious international connections. His particular interest was the “Trust Project” whose aim was to improve public trust in corporations by embedding integrity, responsibility and accountability (individual and corporate) and he had secured funding from several universities for this project. He was constantly flying first-class around the world to meet with high-profile collaborators, and he swept Ryckmans up into this glamorous world and into his private life on the Irish island of Inishbofin. He told her, as he told numerous other women, that he had never before taken a woman there. And of course, as he was Irish, there were large dollops of blarney and quoting of Yeats.
Ryckmans is reticent about her early feelings for the IP. It’s a story of inexorable entrapment rather than romantic effusion, and all the more powerful for it. It’s a very well-constructed narrative, moving between past and present and weaving in the story of another charismatic egotist, the Irish poet Tom MacIntyre who abandoned his family to spend five years on Inishbofin with a young woman who had been his student. Deborah Tall later wrote "The Island Of The White Cow" about her years with MacIntyre.
I recently heard a discussion about sincere liars as opposed to conscious hypocrites. The IP certainly qualifies as a sincere liar. His obsession with the need for trust at all levels of life is in proportion to his flouting of it at every level of his own life, but you never get the impression that this is hypocrisy. Rather, he’s the person who can believe two opposite things at the same time without any sense of discord. He’s the person who believes every different version of his own life that he tells himself. He’s an instinctive liar whose mind-processes are based on self-justification and a reinventing of the past. And you’d have to say there’s an element of mania here. The sheer mental and emotional energy involved in managing such a frenetic life is exhausting to most of us.
A worthy addition to our library of Frauds, but a little different from the others, who seem to have created themselves out of nowhere. The Irish Professor would have been a chancer at any time. He was incubated and rewarded by a system that is a product of our own times, a system that is ongoing and unchallenged.