I picked up this memoir because Nathan Miller teaches high school English (which is my plan for next year, economy willing) and theater (which would also be my plan if I had any practical experience other than reading and watching scores of plays). What I didn't realize from the misleadingly sappy and optimistic dustjacket is that _Teaching in Circles_ is not the memoir of a content and fulfilled teacher ready to pass on his wisdom to future generations. And thank goodness, really, because what Miller offers instead is much more honest and interesting.
Miller is brutally honest, frequently self-critical, bitterly sarcastic, and full of doubts - just like many of the good but struggling teachers that I know and also like the teacher I might become. There are high points of course, such as Miller's inspiring trip with students to London (something I will definitely fight to do now that I know it can be done). Overall, however, the book is incredibly depressing. He covers many of the commonly stated problems with the teaching profession - being overworked and underpaid with few opportunities for advancement, appreciation, or concrete success, for example, not to mention the wreck that is the American education system in general - and relates other injustices and frustrations that I hadn't even anticipated. His solutions generally consist of lowering his expectations, not exactly an uplifting thesis. The most depressing part of all is that Miller does not seem to be exaggerating or even trying to make his book depressing. He is trying to figure things out, to find hope, to find reason, but too often he finds a relentless tedium punctuated by tragedy. His experience is by no means unique, but it was good to hear. And like Miller I left the book weighed down but not forgetting those moments that can sometimes make it worth it. I would have loved to hear more. If Miller stays in the teaching profession for another decade I hope that he writes another one.