I’ve just had the terrible news that a good friend and colleague, Jim Hall, died yesterday (Sunday) evening. It is hard to take in. I worked with him on Falmouth’s MA, and also on OU courses, including one we ran together last year in Wiltshire. We’d agreed to halve the fee so that we could join in each other’s teaching: it was more fun that way. We’d planned to repeat the course this year – and, the day before yesterday, we met at Taunton at a tutor briefing for the OU, sat and had lunch together. It was always good to see him – he was always fizzing with ideas, and had new enthusiasms, and was full of eccentric and passionate whims. Watching him teach was a treat – a whirlwind of ironic remarks, and able to make narratology amusing (not easy!). He could chuck in words like ‘extradiegetic’ and make them sound like they belonged in everyday conversations.
When someone goes with whom you’ve shared great rolling conversations, and a lot of laughter, it’s somehow absurd. He was 58. That’s too young.
He was the course leader in journalism at Falmouth, and a great exponent of online teaching and writing, but for me, just a fund of good humour and intensively creative ideas. I will miss him.