I’m lucky enough to be in a situation where I love the career I’m building for myself. I didn’t always know that I wanted to be a historian, though. One significant moment which affirmed my choices happened this past fall while I was enrolled in a course on the history of the early printed book at the University of Victoria. The class was tasked with engaging an early modern printed book in a hands-on project; rare enough at the undergraduate level, but made particularly special for me because the special collections department of the library just happened to have a book I’d particularly wanted to get my hands on for some time.
Vesalius’ anatomical masterpiece, the De Humani Corporis Fabrica Libri Septem.
