Welcome to Martin Wheeler’s online journal. This is a collection of personal jottings and occasional comments, and remarks on life in general. Particularly on the people and events which impinge on my life as a writer, retired academic and artist in a small country town in Somerset, England. Particularly if they tickle my sense of humour, and rouse my acute cynical attitude to the human condition.
[And if, for any reason, you want to hear what my voice sounds like these days, click on the link below : ]
Martin Wheeler was born and raised in the Lake District (which perhaps accounts for his distinctly Cumbrian character — Fletcher Christian is the local village hero), as the fourth child in a family of five.
At the age of 21 when he joined the faculty staff of the University of Tananarive (Madagascar), he had already lived and worked in the cities of London, Paris and Geneva; and had also attended (albeit sometimes briefly) courses at the Universities of Strasbourg, Oxford, Paris and Keele. More surprisingly, he had already made the switch to considering himself more French than English.
After ten years in Madagascar, during which time he specialised in Theoretical, then Applied Linguistics, and where he was trained as a computer programmer whilst working for NASA at the Imerintsiatosika Satellite Tracking Station (incidentally, during the first moon-landing), he returned to take charge of his own Department at the University of Paris VII (ex-Sorbonne).
In 1977 he published his first academic text-book in English from a remote croft on the Isle of Skye; after which he moved to a crocodile farm in Queensland for a few months, before returning to Europe and academia once more.
In 1996 he moved to Glastonbury with his wife Elisabeth (http://ewheeler.co.uk/) where they both continue writing and research.
Recently, both have begun to devote more time and serious effort to drawing and painting, including illustrating their travels on the continent.
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