The post that follows was an unsuccessful submission for the London Library Student Prize, whose winners will be published in The Times later this year. The subject – whether or not gap years are a new form of “colonialism” – is a vast one that is difficult to treat adequately in the limit of 800 words. This is the best that I could manage at the time with exactly that number, but I have since read so much more, much of it damning, and so should you (start here, h/t Scott Hatch).
When travelling abroad, few things are as disheartening as arriving to find that the serene and inviting accommodation that was advertised has been disembowelled and is rotting from the inside out. That is unless you are volunteering on a gap year, in which case, after carefully selecting one of the deals on offer from your specialist provider, you’ll hope for the most destitute community possible and will be horrified if the people you hoped to serve were doing well enough without you, except for when they needed a babysitter.
Experiences like these sound unlikely, but they have become increasingly common with the commodification of gap years, now that around one hundred organisations – many resembling travel agencies – are pitching to students. Gap years are no longer a spontaneous luxury for the elite; they are pre-packaged, widely affordable and sold for a profit. Yet, while some students may end up in communities that don’t need help, it may be better for those that do if they are left alone, as volunteer work frequently has negligible long-term consequences and can even extend poverty by giving the reassuring impression that people are being cared for despite no significant improvements to their living standards.
I don’t watch much TV, and when I do, I mostly watch documentaries and comedies of the kind typified by David Attenborough and Armando Iannucci. I occasionally flirt with fantasy, but I didn’t think I’d be in the mood for a while after giving myself to big-screen Tolkien adaptations, whose turgid trilogy became a cinematic masterpiece, leaving the lighter and altogether more charming Hobbit – a personal childhood landmark – to suffer the gimmicky ruin of any franchise that goes on too long. But I was avoiding work one day last week when I spotted an On Demand link to HBO’s first two series of