I have zero interest in “how to” business or sales books, yet I
found Broughton's study of some of the world's top salespeople, and
writers on sales theory, to be not only accessible, but almost
impossible to put down. Broughton's theory is that we can apply the
experiences and lessons of people like Ted Turner and Donald Trump
to non-business situations. After all, everyone “sells” something
every day, whether it's the idea that you should pay attention in
school to your kids or yourself to a potential mate. Success in life
often depends on “reading” others and applying the appropriate
social strategies, just as a salesperson would. Only occasionally
does this book specifically touch on the details of that premise,
but that's fine. We all enjoy reading about the climb from failure
to success, and Broughton's case histories are engaging and
enlightening. They range from salesmen and authors Dale Carnegie (How
to Win Friends and Influence People) and Og Mandino (The
Greatest Salesman in the World) to pioneering beauty product
magnate Madam C.J. Walker. There are lessons to be drawn from the
world of art dealers (“the fact that art has little or no utility
makes the salesperson all the more important”) and the Peter O'Toole
film Lawrence of Arabia, where Lawrence works through “a
constant back-and-forth of persuasion and resistance” to finally
achieve “a miracle.” Even if we don't take part in it, we see buying
and selling everywhere. To understand what goes on inside the minds
of all those people we see selling is fascinating.
Readers will have to bring their interest in the rock concert
industry, and especially in the promotions aspect, to this book. But
those who thrill to the name of Bill Graham and who cheered when
Pearl Jam canceled their 1994 tour over a fight with Ticketmaster
will enjoy this definitive history of mass ticketing. The authors
start in the 1960s, when early computers connected by phone lines
promised to eliminate the need to stand in line at an actual venue
in order to get tickets. By the 1970s you could buy Led Zeppelin
tickets at Sears. The 1980s and 1990s saw all aspects of the rock
business restructure around mega bands and mega tours like The
Rolling Stones' “Steel Wheels” tour, which earned $90 million from
North American dates alone. Now promoters have to “buy a tour” with
a pre-set fee to the band. With more money at risk, everyone needs
to guarantee their own cut, raising prices. At first the Internet
promised to democratize ticket purchasing, but the ease of purchase
only increased ticket demand, ironically making tickets harder to
get. With more demand, and since they hold a virtual monopoly on
distribution, ticket agencies have been able to raise their service
fees, secure in the knowledge that some people will pay any price
just for access to the tickets, let alone the face value. Meanwhile,
the problem that has existed since Charles Dickens first toured
America—scalpers—remains insolvable.
Murray, who co-authored the controversial IQ-and-race treatise
The Bell Curve, here writes solely about white America. He
argues that the biggest threat to America is its division into two
classes: one very smart and very rich, and the other so poor and
uneducated that it's unwilling and unable to appreciate and
participate in the culture being created by the former. This divide
is being caused by the concentration of both intelligence and money.
More and more, rich, well-educated people only interact with other
rich, well-educated people. This means that they have children with
each other, and inherited wealth (along with access to rewarding
social and business positions) and intelligent genes (or at least a
college education) stay among the One Percent, rather than being
spread around multiple levels of society.
Although the book is filled with charts and graphs to back-up
Murray's position, and some readers might agree with the cultural
observations he makes, others might not feel that this situation
even exists, let alone that it needs solving. Murray's solution is
what one might call a “Smart Man's Burden.” NPR-listening, New
Yorker-reading families need to move out of their gated
communities and live among the lower classes. There they will set an
example for the NASCAR-and-beer crowd to follow. Murray says that
the elite needs to “preach what they practice”; it's no longer any
good just quietly going to college, getting married, and having
children, all of whom are “above average” (as Murray notes, if you
catch that reference, you're a probably a member of this elite).
Murray suggests that the elite need to be seen setting the better
example. It's difficult to read this book without thinking that
Murray pines for 1920's England, where the country folk strove to
imitate the examples of their “betters,” the gentry. Are you a
member of this cognitive elite? The book helpfully provides a quiz.
Hint: if your reaction to the word “Branson” is “Richard,” not
“Missouri,” you might be snob.
Studying the Irish influence and experience in mostly pre-Great
Depression New York, Chicago, and Boston, Barrett gives readers a
much more complex picture than the Irish cop on the beat and the
street thug—though there are plenty of those. Actual suffering, both
in Ireland and in America, led the recently-immigrated Irish to
become self-reliant and tightly-knit to a point that led to
exclusionary labor policies and racism—primarily against Italians
and blacks. Barrett doesn't shy away from these darker aspects.
Irish-American interest in World War I was limited due to
traditional antagonism toward England, but the U.S. was able to
stimulate enlistment by appealing to clannishness: “Go to the Front
with Your Friends,” read one recruitment poster for the famous 69th,
an all-Irish Infantry Division. Where the book hits upon clichés
like the Irish’s “special interest in and talent for street
fighting,” it explains them in a historical context. But Barrett
also writes about nuns who established convents in the heart of the
poorest communities in their cities and dedicated themselves to
helping those constituencies, making the sisters some of the only
white people who lived and worked in black neighborhoods.
Particularly revealing of the Irish-American experience is Barrett's
study of the stage dramas and comedies of the time. Irish performers
perpetuated Irish stereotypes through the characters of Paddy the
lazy laborer, and Bridget—“Biddy”—the dim-witted domestic. Still,
these stereotypes served as a crude way of helping immigrants
“navigate” their way through their new social environments in
America. The clichés eventually passed, but not before many young
women named Bridget changed their names, so strong was the
stereotype. The book contains a good sprinkle of period photos and
political cartoons, as well as a couple of very helpful maps.
If you aren't familiar with filmmaker and podcaster Smith's style,
he lets you know what's coming from the very start: he dedicates
this book to his wife and a posterior portion of her anatomy.
Smith's films, from 1994's ultra-low-budget Clerks to 2011's
self-distributed Red State, as well as his podcast empire,
have always been about being “indie”—doing what he wanted to do and
convincing others to come along. True, they've also been about
superhero references and outrageously crude humor, but that's been
backed by intelligence and heart. Here Smith tells the story of his
career, how he financed Clerks on a bunch of credit cards,
which led to a deal with Miramax Films and nearly 20 years of making
films for the company that spun indies like Good Will Hunting
into Oscar gold. Smith would eventually be forced to apply the
lessons learned from Miramax’s owners Bob and Harvey Weinstein to
his own life. Smith is a self-proclaimed “fat, lazy slob,” and this
book is meant to inspire. If he can find a way a get paid to do what
he loves to do, then presumably thinner, more motivated readers
should be able to do so as well. Regular listeners to his Smodcast
network of podcasts will have already heard these stories. How he
met his wife, a reporter for USA Today; the disappointing
experience of directing his hero, Bruce Willis, in Cop Out;
his public (and publicity-generating) battle with the Westboro
Baptist Church over his film Red State; and the event that
really brought him into the public eye: bring thrown off a
Southwest Airlines flight for being “too fat to fly.” The book's
ultimate lesson is drawn from Smith's obsession with hockey legend
Wayne Gretzky, whose father told him, “Don't go where the puck's
been; go where it's gonna be.”
That ancient Chinese curse forms the epigraph
for the first section of Phillip Margolin’s Capitol Murder, his
latest Washington-based entry in the series featuring lawyer Brad
Miller and private eye Dana Cutler. And, given all they’re up
against this time out, these are interesting times indeed.
Not only has Clarence Little, the serial killer
they put on death row in Executive Privilege, escaped, there’s a
terrorist plot to blow up a football stadium. Before you can say
Black Sunday, the action is off and running as the newly re-teamed
Miller and Cutler race to separate the good guys from the bad guys
and save potential victims in amounts both large and small.
Margolin’s style is silky smooth and Capitol
Murder hums along like a well-oiled machine. There’s nothing
particularly new or special here, but don’t let that fool you.
Nobody makes better use of typically colorful Washington locales,
and Capitol Murder is everything you expect and want it to be. A
worthy successor to its predecessors in the series on a grander
scale with stakes to match.
The
Great Game is
the third book in the Bookman Histories. The series is a sprawling,
rollicking steampunk cavalcade of literary, historical, and pop
culture allusions, taking the conceits of the genre and running with
them to great effect. Sentient automatons and alien cyborg monsters
are also in the mix, with hints of a coming war of the worlds.
Retired secret agent Smith—living in “the village,” à la The
Prisoner—comes out of retirement to investigate the murder of
the head of his Bureau, Mycroft Holmes. Lucy Westenra is also on
board, as well as Harry Houdini, all three working independently to
get at what’s behind several mysterious deaths, which point to the
machinations of unknown parties from . . . parts unknown.
It’s
an elaborate conspiracy complicated by the Great Game itself, the
game of spying and behind-the-scenes manipulations engaged in by the
world powers of the nineteenth century. Agents and double agents,
feints and double crosses . . . if the pieces and moves on the board
are at times difficult to follow, that’s part of the charm.
As
the three heroes dig deeper, it becomes clear that all is not as it
seems, and telling the good guys from the bad guys is a little
murky. Still, many threads developed in the previous books are
concluded even as some surprising twists leave the reader hoping for
more in the series. If you enjoy Victorian literature and steampunk
mash-ups like The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, dive in
to the Bookman Histories.
“Will Robie was thirty-nine years old and would turn forty the
following day. He had not come to Scotland to celebrate this
personal milestone. He had come here to work.”
And work for Will Robie is killing. He’s a professional assassin
extraordinaire who dominates The Innocent, number one
bestseller David Baldacci’s spectacular entry into the hardcore
action-adventure world. His latest is also his most cinematic work
going all the way back to Absolute Power, a kind of hybrid
combination of Taken and the Luc Besson classic The
Professional.
That’s because Robie’s next assignment takes him to Washington, D.C.
where what Hollywood screenwriters like to call Plot Point One (aka
the Inciting Incident) comes into play. Not only does Robie totally
break protocol by refusing to complete his mission, he also runs
into a runaway fourteen-year-old girl. Turns out she’s being
stalked by the killers who murdered her parents, so what’s a
professional killer to do? Well, in the soulful, reflective world
of David Baldacci, he’s going to take Julie under his protection and
get to the bottom of a conspiracy that may or may not be connected
to the job he just botched.
Their relationship forms the heart of The Innocent, a
wondrous father-daughter metaphor and master-apprentice tale in
which the latter roles sometimes seem to flip-flop. The result is a
daring, emotive book that has echoes of warmth and pain seen only in
very special thrillers like William Goldman’s Marathon Man,
itself turned into a terrific Dustin Hoffman film. The Innocent,
though, stands on its own as a tour de force of storytelling power
and grace. Baldacci at his best, which is as good as it gets.