I loved reading Lucy Kellaway's snarky and spot-on FT columns and always looked forward to Monday's edition of FT and Martin Luke's latest nonsense. It wasn't surprising that I loved Re-educated, Kellaway's account of how she navigated the massive changes in her life (some self-initiated, others beyond her control) when she was in her 50s. In 2015, Kellaway moves from a large, terraced family home in Highbury to a modern house in Hackney, separating from (but not divorcing) her husband David Goodhart in the process; in May 2016 her father passes away and a month later, Kellaway decides she wants to become a maths teacher and also to set up a charity - her idea is to call it Teach Last - to encourage experienced professionals to switch to teaching as a career. In June 2017, just before she turns 58, Kellaway decides to stop dying her hair brown and to go grey.
As a columnist, Kellaway was often unsparing of her interviewees and turns her brutal frankness onto herself this time around. She describes how she fell into journalism for the lack of any better ideas for a job; she found she had a talent for making fun of things and enjoyed entertaining her readers and what sustained her was "a personality flaw that is common in journalists…I was both insecure and a show-off". She describes in detail her struggles to train as a teacher, from her struggles with the technology and software platforms, to how she has to reframe her understanding of what her duty as a teacher is to her students:
"Two years later, I have a clearer idea of what it is I'm trying to do. Changing lives turns out not to be about making instant transformations - it is about hard slog and tiny, incremental improvements. This realisation has changed my own life - or at least how I teach, and the sort of teacher I want to be. Before I started teaching I thought the best teachers were the ones who were incapable of dullness and who could inspire their students to think big. I was determined that my lessons would be an entertaining spectacle with me going at full throttle….To my delight, the first time I stood up in a classroom to teach economics I found being this flamboyant teacher was easy. Rogue comes naturally if you spent your whole life writing snarky newspaper columns. [But when one of her students comes up at the end of the lesson and starts to cry because she doesn't understand anything in class, Kellaway realises that] the best way of helping [her students] is not to try to make economics a fun show, it is to get [them] to pass [their] exam. If it is a teacher's job to open doors, those doors, under the present regime, are GCSEs."
How she comes to realise how homogenous her social circle was when she joins a "wide world where [she is] in a minority in almost everything: class, outlook, income, age, hair colour, and, most obviously, ethnicity". Kellaway learns how to pronounce names of students whose families hail from Africa, Asia and the Caribbean, to scrub her speech of phrases that might be ok in a white, upper middle class setting but would cause deep offence in the mixed setting of London schools ("whiter than white", "black mark"). When judging a public speaking competition in Hackney, Kellaway is struck by the fact that all the Black female finalists speak about being disadvantaged by being young, Black and female. None of them talk about the issues white students talk about, like climate change, or the power and influence of corporations like Amazon.
Kellaway closes off the book by saying that this book was supposed to be about reinvention. But at the end of it, she's not sure she can say definitively that she's a fundamentally different person, job, hair, marital status and address aside. Instead, the way she decides to think about it is that:
"what has changed is not my character but my experiences. I am immersed in a new world that feels a long way from my old one. Though I've not been reinvented, what has happened is just as radical and a lot more interesting: I am being re-educated."
A brilliant read, perhaps even more so if you're becoming young-old as Kellaway describes herself.