Jamaica Kincaid called me a "master swimmer" during a dinner gathering
last week, which threw me for quite a loop.
At first, I did not understand why her comment--an especially flattering
one--made me uneasy, but I have realized that it was awkward because I
do not identify myself as an athlete in academic settings.
As I spoke with Ms. Kincaid about her literature and the world at large, I
was an intellectual, a scholar, a thinker. I was in my academic mode.
My world of athletics was a mere shadow in my mind--if present at