To his credit, Alexander Maksik (or Mr. Maksik as I knew him) came out with a book only 5 years after his release from his job at ASP.
Until this book started getting publicity, I and most other students at ASP hadn't heard or seen anything about him since he didn't show up to teach that one day. And on that same day it was pretty much revealed to all of us that 1. Mr Maksik got fired the day before, or rather, forced to resign, because 2. he was sleeping with a student, 3. Yes, it was that girl, the smart one who was often seen giving announcements at the beginning of the school day for some of the academic clubs she was involved in. A nice girl. And unfortunately 4. She had to have an abortion. This was also an experience available to be read about on his blog soon after, which is now a similar excerpt in the book.
Cut to 5 years later, after a good number of us have heard he's got a book coming out, being edited by an author that most of us know of, and certainly we're impressed. Of course it must not have anything to do with that time he was fired for sleeping with that girl. Wouldn't that be funny? It would be hilarious. But then soon enough the synopsis is revealed to be about "a high school teacher at an international school in Paris." More jokes ensue, hahaha, what if he wrote about you know, his EXACT situation?
Then the book came out. It wasn't hilarious. It was sickening.
Unfortunately, while reading it there wasn't just a feeling of familiarity. It felt like reading an actual written record of that time, that particular school year. As if it was his diary and his fantasy of what Marie was thinking. Things "Mr. Silver" said in class, a particular analogy that he used ME as an example for, had happened. An incredibly precise description of the fellow teacher that taught ME "The Flea" was there. Yes, we did rumor between ourselves about them seeing each other. "Mr. Silver" bringing in a lamp to put on the desk, a common Maksik thing to do. Many daring questions on life and god. The intro to our class included a short speech on being able to leave the classroom if we wanted, he didn't care, and he reiterated this around exam times as well. On and on. The girl described completely. Mr. Maksik describing himself. Numerous details of students that were really there. The school physically described to a T. A fellow student of mine, who was in the year above, said that a whole dialogue came from one of her English classes with him.
I was surprised to hear it took 3 years to write, but then again, he had to come up with lots of good things to say about himself from his imaginary male student. Gilad was a dream of Mr Maksik's, a true student he would have loved to have, who doesn't want an(other) admirer? Then he had to dream up thoughts of a 17 year old girl. This part made me cringe the most. I hoped hard that "Marie" would never read it. It takes a lot of balls to write a book like this. A book about how innovative, clear-thinking, and rebellious you are, a dream teacher that has admiring students, dear students whose lives you've changed, and somehow, oh an affair just fell upon you... A sweet young girl (you imagine) whose thoughts don't stray from sex, boys, texting, etc, and well, apparently it's not your problem. Apparently it isn't your responsibility to do anything about it. You're a free-thinker, right? A real existentialist, living right here in the moment and it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. You're just one man. Who doesn't even wear condoms, you know, the ones you can buy all over Paris in the Metros.
It takes a great pair for you to write this book and pretend it wasn't you. It takes a great pair to say in interviews that your inspiration for the book was a curiosity about teachers, you know, like your parents were before. It takes a MASSIVE pair of balls to never mention that you also were a teacher at an international school in Paris. Takes the biggest pair to do something this despicable to a girl that you were involved with, and this is ON TOP of her being a student and you a teacher. You wrote that book about a fellow human being, someone whose life you affected. What an enormous pair. It takes an even bigger pair to think that WE wouldn't say anything. That was your mistake.
How dare you.
As an 11th grade student, learning about what you did, I assumed it was some sort of adult situation I couldn't understand. I thought of any sort of excuse to cover up the simplest one, you were an idiot. After reading your book, well, you didn't disprove the latter.