The Anthropologist

TO SAY THAT Professor Lenny Fuller has an irreverent attitude to dusty, unimaginative, uninspiring academia is an understatement. But he carries on handing out his A+ grades to new tranches of anthropology students, one eye set on his students' horizons and the other on his imminent retirement. Meanwhile the university hierarchy has its eyes set on him. So, when he swaps his staid corduroys for hip hop polyester and starts lecturing in explicit rap, the powers-that-be are ready to swoop.

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