My one brush with fame and Dr Karl was when he stood in front of me at a Jack River concert: bloody tall bastard!!
He once came to address a principal’s conference I was attending. He was on the go the whole time he was there, working away on his computer while waiting to speak. The moment he finished his speech he was out the door and gone to his next engagement. Without wanting to sound disrespectful I am sure he has a touch of ADD, OCD and is on the spectrum. Nevertheless, I admire him greatly for various reasons. His work on JJJ in simplifying science and being so joyous about the marvelous process of learning is one strong reason for loving the work he does and the man that he is. He has made knowledge cool.
Kruszeinicki’s memoir has a 2004 doppelganger in the form of Peter Skrzynecki’s ‘Sparrow Garden’. The memoir of a Polish/Ukrainian boy fleeing war torn Europe who arrived in Australia in 1949. He grew up in the western suburds of Sydney, suffered racist taunts and humiliations and whose father worked on the waterboard, and then became a well known author and academic.
Reading memoirs by people of a similar age, identity, interests etc often leads to looking into a mirror. My own drug use ran on similar lines as Kruszeinicki. I warmed to his chapters describing when he was a taxi driver. In the late 70s I drove for Taxis Combined, worked similar shifts and had similar experiences, having an accident, working a “semi” on Sunday’ getting punched in the face, but not knocked out like K. We might have even been in same queues at the illegal gambling casinos.
The early chapters are a lengthy reminescant of his somewhat misspent youth, Wollongong Uni, steel works, PNG, taxi driving, music industry, car maintenance, running the City to Surf in 60 minutes, his discovery of mangoes (better than sex!), numerous jobs, share houses and squatting. Being of the same baby boomer generation I could reflect knowingly on many of these escapades. Not sure that would be the same for later generations.
My esteem for Dr. Karl rose to planetary heights when I read about his friendship, and work with Fred Hollows, one of my all time favourite Australians.
His memoir moves onto his years of study as a medical student, his father’s unsurprising disappointment in the fluidity of career choices, my father held similar sentiments of me. Then, the launching of his multi-media career of radio and TV presenter and book author. He writes at length about his work on JJJ, where he still broadcasts till this day.
The section on the death of his father (a Rennaissance Man) and his mother are most personal and moving. The description of his mother’s dementia makes me hope that I don’t inflict that on own loved ones. His line that he was, “swimming, not drowning in grief” is one that I will remember. He later wrote so caringly and passionately about his own children.
I liked his description of that social media pandemic known as the Dunning-Kruger Effect. If there is an opposite to this syndrome then Karl undoubtedly suffers from it.
I am glad the author made such a strong and forceful comment about climate change and it's effect on the Planet. Karl said he first spoke about greenhouse gases in 1981. I remember first teaching the concept in 1988. Climate scientists are still receiving death threats.
In the latter part of his memoir Kruszeinicki touches on his fortunes and failures of his life in the media. There are some enjoyable anecdotes where some names are mentioned, and some aren’t.
Reading his pages on AIDS brought back the very sad story of Eve van Grofhorst and the public panic, hysteria and humiliation she and her family suffered.
Karl’s last two stories tell of his role in saving the life of a young pedagogue and then his isolated and sun filled marriage. He proclaims his fulsome love for his now wife, Mary and their children. In his epilogue he asks all these questions about what could have happened in his life. I would ask what would have happened if there had been no Mary.
Karl certainly gives meaning to the words autodidact polymath. He always saw learning as a worthwhile challenge. In these days of instant experts on social media espousing their brilliance in climate change, dietary behaviour, green energy, epidemology, it is re-assuring to listen to a man who has a wide knowledge over much scientific knowledge and has completed serious study in many areas, but, who will readily admit to things he doesn’t know the answers to. In his memoir he is open to admitting to his mistakes and failures. He aknowledges and recognises the brilliance of others, especially his father.
His memoir is a potted history of Australia from the 1970s through till today and his minor but important role. If you lived during this time there will be much that you will be able to relate to. Maybe Millenials not so much so. I enjoyed his story immensely and if I met him I would tell him so, but I would never stand behind him at a music concert.