Last updated: Feb. 26, 2007, 10 a.m. Latest additions - NYT obit + audio clips + link to “The Struggle Against Forgetting”
Link directly to these tributes: http://snurl.com/jamescarey
Five sets of items below about the death of Prof. James W. Carey - one of the best known teachers in our business and winner of the 2005 “Teacher of the Year” Award at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism. His bio is here.
- Memo from Dean Nicholas Lemann about Prof. Carey’s passing.
- Details of funeral arrangements and contact info.
- Links to articles about his passing, including an eloquent tribute by Roy Peter Clark of the Poynter Institute.
- Links to selected writings of James Carey, including “The Struggle Against Forgetting.”
- Notes from former students and colleagues - share your thoughts here:
Sree Sreenivasan - ss221@columbia.edu (subject line = Prof. Carey) - please indicate your connection to him.
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Note from Sree: Among the links below is an audio-only podcast of a 1991 interview conducted by David Shedden. Roy Peter Clark wrote in to say, “Make sure you listen to the last two minutes of this audio clip, and share it with your colleagues.” I listened to the entire eight minutes and Roy’s right about the power of those last two minutes (and it was great to hear his voice again - you can also hear him emphasizing his points by forcefully tapping the table). Here’s what he said, 15 years before his death (you can listen to the audio here):
David Shedden: Jim, we are coming to the end of the interview and wondered if you might have a final thought on this life you have led and the things that you have written.
Jim Carey: There are no final thoughts. I quote all the time these wonderful lines of Kenneth Burke… Life is a conversation. When we enter, it is already going on. We try to catch the drift of it. We exit before it’s over. The first lesson any pragmatist learns is that at the hour of our death, we are rewriting our biography for the last time. And then the first hour into our death, someone else rewrites the biography for us. Our children, our spouses, our friends. Do you remember what he was like… what he said… what he did… And so in that sense, life is a conversation that continuously goes on, that continuously renews itself, and, therefore, renews you. All work is a matter of self-renewal, which is a renewal of the other. No one has the last word. There are no final thoughts, there is no end to the conversation.
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From: Nicholas Lemann
Subject: Sad news
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Dear Friends,
James W. Carey of our faculty died in his sleep last night, at his family’s home in Wakefield, Rhode Island. His family was at his side and he was not in any pain.
There is so much to say about Jim that I can’t do anything but scratch the surface now. Suffice it to say that he was a figure of world renown in the field of communications scholarship, the founder of our Ph.D. program, longtime teacher with Steve Isaacs of Critical Issues, and a man with a rare gift for touching practically everybody he met. He was a magical teacher. As is not universal in the upper-academic realm where Jim dwelt professionally, he loved journalists, and believed that universities have something important to teach us. (Jim’s last major accomplishment at the school was writing the syllabus for an ambitious new full-year course, which he never got to teach, called “A History of Journalism for Journalists.”) He is primarily responsible for our being just about the only journalism school where professional scholars and professional journalists live in true harmony, friendship, mutual respect, and collaboration–that’s a rare and precious gift.
Jim’s funeral will probably be this weekend in Wakefield–details TK as we
learn them–and after Labor Day the school and the Carey family will stage a full-dress memorial services. In the meantime, I’m sure Bette would appreciate any condolences, especially if they arrive electronically and not over the phone.
Best,
Nick Lemann
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Funeral Services
Wake: 7-9pm, Friday May 26
Nardolillo’s Funeral Home
1111 Boston Neck Rd. (Route 1A)
Narragansett, RI
tel. 401 789 6300
Funeral mass: 10.00am Saturday May 27
St. Francis of Assisi
128 High St.
Wakefield, RI
Reception follows the mass, c. 11.30am
University Club
University of Rhode Island
95 Upper College Rd.
South Kingston, RI
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If you wish to write a note to Bette Carey and the family:
Carey Family
362 South Road
Wakefield, RI 02879-7611
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Stories about James Carey’s Death
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Links to Selected Works of James W. Carey
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Comments From Former Students & Colleagues
The newest ones are being added to the top.
- Erika Angulo, J1996
Professor Carey was a kind boss and a brilliant teacher. I was lucky
to be his research assistant during my time at the J School
(1995-96). I was also lucky to be his student in his religion class.
He himself studied constantly, researching, reading, looking for the
wider historical perspective of each news story. He had such a vast
knowledge of journalism, ethics, history, and countless other fields
that it was sometimes intimidating to have a conversation with him,
yet he showed no ego. The son of immigrants, he once mentioned he
was amazed he had made it that far. He loved his family and his job.
I feel blessed I got to know him.
- From: Alex Puissant, J1999 (writing from Brussels, Belgium)
There was nothing fake about this man.
Nothing was ostentatious
about this teacher
who had so much to share.
He cared. He was an example.
He was a proud American
in the best sense
who saw the conversation of journalism
as truly worthwile, in any society,
so human beings can be true to themselves,
as he was.
Goodbye, Professor Carey.
- Pamela Troutman Palmer, J1998
In Fall 1997, I think, Professor Carey taught a course on the political and
social dynamics influencing media in the 20th century. I’m not exactly sure
of the semester, but what I do remember is that the course was offered in
the evening. I would arrive, along with about 20 other students, tired
from a full day of work. But once Carey’s lecture began, the ensuing lively
discourse reinvigorated us. For Carey would prod, push and cajole us to
turn issues inside out and examine them anew. He punctuated his instruction
with humorous asides, and then seamlessly brought the discussion back to his
original thesis. At the time, I remember initially feeling intimidated by
his accomplishments and stature. But as we became better acquainted, I
realized that Carey really was a man who knew a great deal about some
things, did his best to share them and remain a decent human being in the
process. And that is the essential meaning of “teacher.”
- Todd Gitlin, Columbia Journalism Professor
It comes back to me that the oldest debt I owe to Jim Carey goes back about twenty-five years. I had just published The Whole World Is Watching and through some comedy of errors the book had been picked up off the New York Times Book Review’s shelf by a journeyman hack reviewer with a political grudge who sneered at my use of rarefied terms like “hegemony” and “paradigm” by way of avoiding reckoning with the slightest trace of the book’s arguments. My letter ensued, with the Book Review’s editor halving it before running it. The Chronicle of Higher Education commissioned a piece on the contretemps, and the piece quoted Jim, then dean of the College of Communication at the University of Illinois, saying something to the effect that the field of media studies had been thin on theory for a long time and my book was welcome because it presented and defended theories.
To say I was enormously grateful would be an understatement, for Jim was one of the few visible people in media studies who took ideas seriously. Truth be told, when I finally met him, some 10 years later, I can’t remember talking about my book. I still don’t know whether he thought I was right or not, or what exactly his politics were, or what he was up to in the ’60s and how he lived the period I was writing about. But what interested him, in the Book Review squabble, was none of that, really. He was really defending three propositions: that a book reviewer ought not to be allergic to thinking, that thinking ought not to be alien to a newspaper, and that thinking about big social questions ought not to be alien to the study of journalism and mass communication, either.
As it happens, then, his defense of my book cut to the core of his big project: to muscling intellectual seriousness into a field that, because of its funding and the bureaucratic boundaries of the university and the cop-out that the social sciences were committed to, was adept at taking too many easy ways out.
Against this background, I can well understand how important was the confirmation he gave so many of his students over the years.
- Mike Hoyt, Columbia Journalism colleague:
One of the many things that I liked about Jim Carey was his immunity from the disease of self-importance that sometimes afflicts journalists here on the little island of Manhattan. He valued all striving journalists and all good journalism, whether it served sports fans in Indiana or lawyers in Miami or teachers in Kansas City. Status was not part of his calculations. His wisdom was available to anyone smart enough to ask for it, and that big Irish smile was the bonus.
- Deborah Wassertzug, Columbia Journalism colleague:
I always enjoyed my brief conversations with Professor Carey (may his memory be a blessing). One evening last winter, I saw him on the steps in front of the building, and we spoke about his health. He said that while his doctors wouldn’t give him a clear indication of whether he should retire, they all seemed to have a very good idea of what retirement should mean: They wondered why he wasn’t yearning to lie on beaches, drink rum and Cokes, and read magazines. It was a droll yet incredible insight on the medical profession - and the human condition - distilled into one sentence. Staring out over the plaza he sighed, and said in his charming
accent, “You know, the heart is a dark continent.” I went home and started a poem on this conversation, which I must finish now. May the many, many people who were touched by this extraordinary man find comfort in their memories of him.
- Arlene Morgan, Columbia Journalism colleague
I met Jim, as so many editors did, during a coaching session at an ASNE committee meeting on the changing news media. He was one of the most engaging, literate and gracious scholars the business has ever produced. And he was most certainly a poet about the role of a journalism in our society. It was an honor to work with him then and even more so when he became my colleague when I joined Columbia six years ago. His kindness and advice to everyone who knew him and his brillance in the classroom will never be replaced. He was one of a kind.
- Julie Englander, J1999
In my first go at grad school, at the University of Chicago, I took classes from luminaries J.M. Coetzee and Joseph Cropsey, and a fellow classmate pointed out to me, with a smirk, that these professors shared initials with someone else whose brilliance could only be explained by having a direct line to God–that is, Jesus Christ. I laughed then at my classmate’s joke, but when I reached Columbia, and found myself floored by Professor Carey’s first Critical Issues lecture, I realized, with a touch of amazement, that I was in the presence of yet another JC. And he lived up to the cockamamie theory of my old classmate: Professor Carey’s insights seemed not merely compassionate, not merely brilliant; they seemed, somehow, essential to how we work and live. He was profoundly humane and wise, and I feel extraordinarily lucky to have
had the chance to learn from him.
- Chay Hofileña, J1998
The mid-career students of 1998 had Jim Carey as our adopted father. The late night classes of his were golden opportunities to just listen to him. We will remember the hospitality of his home that was extended to us (we truly felt privileged) and the celebratory luncheon treat after classes were over. Prof. Carey, thank you for the chance to be your student. You will surely be missed and you will leave a void difficult to fill.
- Marta Bennett, J1998
Like most, I “knew” Professor Carey through Critical Issues. I don’t recall any particularly memorable conversations with him but the sadness I felt when hearing of his passing has lingered with me these past few days. It is rare to come across a person whose intelligence, warmth, decency and caring can touch so many from so far. I am very lucky to have attended the Journalism School during his era. For me he embodies an important truth: very great people don’t advertise.
- Lisa Spinelli, J2004
He was the only teacher at J-school that had nothing but pure good energy about him. There were other nice teachers, but he was on a whole other level. I am very sad even though I didn’t really know him well. He made me smile real big by just being in same the room.
- LynNell Hancock, Columbia Journalism Professor:
How can we even contemplate the loss of Jim Carey? It is impossible to imagine anyone filling the void he has left us. He was a superb scholar and a dedicated teacher. Students would often come into my office just to talk about Jim’s lecture in Critical Issues that morning, and how much it inspired them to scale impossible walls, or to think beyond the predictable. It happened so often, I came to expect the conversation every semester. Jim probably missed his calling as an international diplomat. He could quell any academic storm, with his calm wisdom, and kind attention to all the impassioned arguers. How many times did we have a volatile faculty meeting when one issue or another would threaten to consume us all in anger and confusion? Jim would then stand up and turn quietly around to face us, taking a deep breath, chuckling wryly, and settle the matter with a wise lesson in history, precedent and civility. He was a rare human being and the best kind of friend–kind, supportive, warm, expansive and funny. I will miss him terribly.
- Victor Navasky, Columbia Journalism Professor
Jim once proposed that we think of journalism as “an exercise in poetry”– and that, often, is the way he spoke. His idea was that we discard the notion that the job of the journalist is to bring the facts to a passive audience, and instead he recommended that we say goodbye to this “scientific” conception of journalism. He wrote: “All journalism can do is to preside over and within the conversation of our culture: to stimulate and organize it, to keep it moving, to leave a record of it sop that other conversations — art, science, religion — might have something off of which they can lead.” Talking with Jim was like that.
- From: Chris Anderson, Columbia PhD Candidate
Over the course of my three years at the Columbia, I have been honored
to call Prof. Carey a mentor and an intellectual inspiration. But even
more importantly, he was a truly wonderful and kind man. Brilliant *and*
a kind — those of us who have spent some time world of academia know
how infrequently those two adjectives are conjoined. Prof. Carey taught
me that it is OK to study journalism in an “academic” way; one only need
to have witnessed the biting hostility often expressed by academics with
regard to journalism (”you’re getting a PhD in journalism?? What does
that mean??”) to know what a valuable contribution that really is. Prof.
Carey also reminded me, and still reminds me through his writings– that
the media is nothing without democracy: it might exist, but its
existence is hollow. In the dark times in which we live– times in which
it seems like we have more and more media and less and less democracy–
that’s a lesson worth holding on to.
- From: Karina Alexanyan Fitch, Columbia PhD Candidate
I first met Prof. Carey about 4 years ago when I was considering applying to the Jschool Phd program. I remember being amazed that he would take the time to speak with me, and I remember leaving his office feeling like I had found a home. His background and mine are drastically different - Russian Jewish immigrant and Irish Catholic Midwesterner - and yet I felt that he understood me instantly. He had a breadth and generousity of spirit that could find a common ground with anyone. It took me a few weeks in class to figure out why I had such an instinctively warm response to him - there was something about his voice, his smile, the twinkle in his eye….and then it hit me - he reminded me of Santa! Prof. Careys essays, like his lectures, combine a mastery of language with a depth of scholarly thought with a compassionate understanding of human nature that is truly exceptional. Its why his works are classics - fundamental to the field. And why his lectures were always riveting and mind broadening. And why his presence will be sorely, sorely missed. I feel extremly fortunate to have known him.
- From Andie Tucher, Columbia Journalism Professor and director of the PhD program
I first met Prof. Carey more than 20 years ago, when I was a graduate student groping my way into the virtually non-existent field of journalism history (or at least the virtually non-existent field of *good* journalism history). In a talk at a conference he was so insightful, provocative, witty, and inspiring — seemed to see and map so clearly what journalism history could do and be — that I rushed up to him afterwards to blurt “I’ve been looking for a man like you!” He handled that with his customary grace. And I’ve looked up to him ever since. I feel extraordinarily privileged and grateful to have worked with him at Columbia and to have enjoyed the generous warmth of his friendship and mentorship. The adjectives that spring to mind when I think of him would sound almost quaint applied to anyone else in the world — honorable, cordial, gallant, humane, public-spirited, open-hearted — but he was decidedly a citizen of our world and a sometimes exasperated lover of it as well. Our world will miss him.
- From: Lucas Graves, Columbia PhD Candidate
I was lucky enough to take Jim’s proseminar two years ago. Before that I knew him only by reputation, and from a pair of brilliant essays. But spending a few hours with him each week I was struck by just how offhand his brilliance could be, how easily the most penetrating insights and perfect turns of phrase came to him; and by his uncommon quality of warmth and engagement which seemed to enliven every setting. I wish I’d had the opportunity to know him better, and I can only offer my deepest sympathy and the assurance that all of us in the PhD program are very proud to consider ourselves an enduring part of Jim Carey’s legacy.
- Kim Khan, J1998:
My favorite memory of Prof. Carey was outside the Critical Issues classroom, a class that I enjoyed immensely. I had a brief talk with him at the end of a class one Friday and then happened to run into him at the Columbus Circle subway that nigh. I shouted to him and it took him quite a while to recognize who I was. It was Halloween and I was dressed as Austin Powers. I don’t know if he every saw the movie, but he always remembered the costume when I saw him around the J-School.
- Kurt Gottschalk, J1997
One of my fondest memories from Columbia was running to the bookstore after Lonnie Guinier spoke in his class. I had to get to LaGuardia to catch a flight to Chicago but wanted her book for the trip. I almost missed the plane but ran aboard at the last minute, disheveled and panting, still holding the book I hadn’t bothered to put in my suitcase. And there was Father Carey, sitting in first class, looking at me and looking at the book and smiling broadly. There’s something nice about those moments in life when nothing needs to be sa