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Acknowledgments

Every book worth writing feels, to whomever penned it, like a small act of revolution. This is because, just like a revolution, writing a book can lead one into unexpected openings in the fabric of the usual and the normal, to disclose hitherto unimagined possibilities for life. In the relatively understated universe of academia, the time I spent in Transition gave me the courage to seek alternatives beyond the increasingly unrecognisable world of REF-compliant research agendas, securitised student fees, teaching fellowships of uncertain duration and customer satisfaction ratings. And before this, it gave me the courage to call myself a sociologist, after a time spent feeling a bit crazy and a bit stupid for arguing that there ought to be a space to experiment with a new grammar to put Transition into words. No revolution, of course, is possible without revolutionaries, and I have been lucky to meet a string of them, all at once: a rare privilege.

It is not surprising, in retrospect, that many of my companions along this journey I met in Devon, a county known since the seventeenth century for being a haven to pirates. One of its biggest ports – Plymouth – is where I found a team bold enough to sign up and produce this book at the University of Plymouth Press: Paul Honeywill, Miranda Spicer, Peter Jones and the editorial assistants that worked on the text at different times, Harriet McClure and Ben Brown; your enthusiasm and support is something I will cherish long after publication. Totnes, of course, is where a lot of the action for this book has taken place. There, Schumacher College has been a unique breath of fresh air and, indeed, a triggering factor in making me want to follow the trails of conscience above those of career. Jonathan Dawson, Julie Richardson and Tim Crabtree, the organisers of the course in Economics for Transition, have been incredibly supportive of my antsy presence and polemical verve. Finally, the community at the College, from the students and all the other teachers, to the cooks and the volunteers, has etched itself in my heart for the space, the companionship and the support it has offered (not to mention heaps of incredible vegetarian food!).

In Totnes I have also had the privilege of meeting many trailblazers with varying degrees of vicinity to Transition. To every single person I interviewed goes my heartfelt gratitude. When I think of the time and the honesty you generously gave to a relative ‘outsider’ like myself (with every interview often going over the hour and, in a couple of instances, close to three), I am truly humbled, and sincerely hope you will find inspiration in this text I offer back.

My thanks also go out to everyone else whom I did not interview, but who took the time to show me around, to point me to this or that person or event and who acted as go-between to ensure I could meet those people or participate in those events. This book has grown upon the fertile ground of your knowledge surrounding the Transition terrain, which I have avidly tried to soak up, and I hope it has done it justice. Last, but not least, Devon is also where I have met David Inglis, who has offered fatherly support, sociological wisdom, and a model of grace and patience to look up to for the rest of my career.

But pirates and revolutionaries hide a bit everywhere. R.C. Smith, the founder and director of the Heathwood Institute in Norfolk, has generously given his time and expertise to draft the preface to this book. The Heathwood Institute, an independent research organisation looking to develop a synthesis between phenomenology, psychology and the politics of Occupy and alternative education, is one of the most interesting experiments I have come across as of recent. Steffen Böhm and Stephen Quilley in Colchester and Waterloo (Canada) have equally accompanied this book with their enthusiastic appreciation and kind words.

I am also thankful to the places that have given me the opportunity to be an academic according to my own inclinations and leanings. The Department of Sociology at the University of Exeter has offered a respectful and supportive space to come into my own as a scholar. My other academic home, the International University College of Turin, is an impressive instance of a post-secondary institution working for the common good. Not in the trite sense of promoting empty notions of ‘excellence’ mediated by meaningless rankings, but in the sense of conceiving of education as an occasion for commoning and for individual and collective emancipation. Finally, I am grateful to the Fondazione Felice Gianani for their financial support that made my fieldwork – and this book – possible (here, the usual disclaimer applies).

Another debt of gratitude is the one I have towards anyone who has afforded me spaces to talk about my work so far, especially Stefan Geier of Shoreditch Radio for a memorable interview (and some really funky tunes), Charlotte DuCann of the Transition Free Press, Jonny Gordon-Farleigh of STIR Magazine and Allegra Hawksmoor of the Vagrants Among Ruins collective. I also wish to disclose my indebtedness to Martin Shaw and Paul Kingsnorth of the Dark Mountain Project for their inspiration: I hope they will find here traces of uncivilised writing.

Last, but not least, my thanks go to the many friends and family that have dined, smiled and punctuated months of hard work with moments of lightness and words of encouragement. To my mum and dad for never making me feel distant, despite living in different parts of the world, and to my brother for making me part of the enthusiasm that new ideas can offer. To my adopted family in India and Wales, for memorable times spent together in Aberystwyth and in Shillong: among them, I cannot thank Danny and Zelma Pariat enough for giving me a home where I was able to complete this book. I am also grateful to Amin, for having supported my work early on when I took it where it needed to go. To Paul and Jane, for taking the pirate metaphor so far as to move to an island. To Isheeta and Michael, for patient listening and board game shenanigans. To Rob and Maria, for giving us a home to so many fond memories in Brighton. To Alfonso, confidant and co-conspirator, Hannah, Marius and Giovanni for breaking bread together and Lal for sha, jingbam and Wahingdoh matches.

My closing thought goes to Janice. If I have got to the end of this book in good physical and mental health, and most of all in love, it is because she is truly magnifica.