But, as Shakespeare wrote, we sometimes “by indirections find directions out.”
Jason Peters professes English at Augustana College in Rock Island, Illinois. While there he pines for the mysterious and musical tea-colored trout streams of his native Michigan, whither he is trying to repatriate full-time, there to ride out the Long Emergency by raising cattle and chickens, making beer, and writing a novel of Russian proportions about an English professor who tries to get fired but can’t. (See a real-life attempt here.)
Meanwhile, he won't disdain to teach courses on Milton, the Catholic novel, Environmental literature, and both British and American literature, mostly before 1900. He also enslaves undergraduates to work on a local farm, to renovate houses for low-energy use, and to participate in urban improvement programs, some of which can be read about in Local Culture, a journal by and for undergraduates, which he serves as faculty advisor.
His less-important work (unless you're using industry standards, which you shouldn't) has appeared in such places as the Sewanee Review, the South Atlantic Quarterly, English Language Notes, Explicator, American Notes and Queries, Christianity and Literature, Orion, First Principles, University Bookman, and the Journal of Religion and Society. He is also the editor of Wendell Berry: Life and Work (University Press of Kentucky 2007). Currently he is building a fly rod and juggling too many writing projects, including an account of the repatriation efforts (tentatively titled Dispatches from Dumb-Ass Acres, by a Dumb Ass), another book on Wendell Berry, yet another on food (tentatively titled The Culinary Plagiarist), and yet another on that neglected genius, Owen Barfield.
He has tried to break a life-long debilitating addiction to basketball but has been woefully unsuccessful to say the least. His own opinion of himself is that he excels at abuse and limericks, though others have suggested that he’s merely mean and witless.
Peters lives in Rock Island while school is in session. Otherwise he lives at Dumb-Ass Acres in Michigan with his longsuffering wife, their three children, and his two arthritic knees.