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Book notes: February 22, 2010.

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

Kim Stanley Robinson in the LAT.

Slate has an interesting article by Deborah Blum about the government’s deliberate poisoning of alcohol during Prohibition. Based on Sarah Weinman’s recommendation, I had already ordered The Poisoner’s Handbook; reading Blum’s Slate piece makes me even more happy I did so.

Edited to add: Lawrence suggests that I may have seen this on Megan McArdle’s blog. I honestly do not remember where I ran across Blum’s piece first; it is a top-billed story on Slate at the moment. But I’m always happy to give a hattip to my favorite Certified Netware Engineer.

Edited to add 2: I missed this story over the weekend; The Last Train from Hiroshima appears to have some problems. As in, one of the author’s sources seems to be a liar. (Hattip: Insta.)

What is the work of bookstores in this country?

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

In general, I don’t like telling people “Go over to this other guy’s blog and read his stuff”, especially when that’s instead of actual content. In this specific case, however, it will help considerably with context if you read Andy Ihnatko’s blog post about the City Lights bookstore historical reenactment and the comments on that post.

Still with me? Good.

My first reaction to this post was, “Yeah, Andy! Stick it to those snobbish bastids!” My second reaction was great annoyance at some of the comments, especially the one about City Lights as a bookstore with a “strong curatorial voice”. My third reaction was, “Wait a minute, do some of these people have a point?” This post is an attempt to work through those reactions.

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Random notes: February 15, 2010.

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Longer NYT obit for Dick Francis, as promised.

Also among the dead: Doug Fieger, lead singer for The Knack and co-author of “My Sharona“.

By way of Lawrence, we note this LAT article about a new collection of work by St. Clair McKelway, longtime New Yorker writer.

For 37 years, McKelway was one of the New Yorker’s most prolific and inventive nonfiction writers. In his time, he was regarded as a master of the long-form profile, a superior chronicler of rapscallions and low-rent hustlers. Indeed, when he was on his game, McKelway might have been the best nonfiction writer the magazine had — this at a time when Liebling, Mitchell and E.J. Kahn Jr. were also producing signature work.

Yes, I will be purchasing this.

What are the costs of green energy?

A plan to boost Austin’s reliance on renewable energy would make it one of the nation’s greenest cities. That stature, however, comes at a cost: Bills would increase an estimated 20 percent over the next decade.

Edited to add: Today’s update from the Department of WTF: A French judge has issued an arrest warrant for Floyd Landis. Apparently, the judge wants to question him about an alleged computer hacking incident.

Today’s update from the Department of WTF, part 2: Dave Eggers can’t understand why Gourmet was shut down.

“It’s impossible” that Gourmet magazine wasn’t profitable, Eggers said, referring to the popular magazine Conde Nast shut down last year.  “It’s impossible that you have a million subscribers paying 50 bucks a year and it can’t work.”

$50 a year? No, Dave. $15 a year is more like it. I think I paid $12 for a year when I subscribed.

Nets watch: At the All-Star break, the Nets are 4-48, for an 0.077 percentage. For the 82 game season, that works out to a projected 6.314 wins.

Obit watch.

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

Lawrence mentioned this to me a few days ago, but I wanted to have something better to point at than word of mouth: Philip Klass, who wrote SF under the name William Tenn, died on the 7th.

I wasn’t all that familiar with Tenn’s work, though I read “The Liberation of Earth” a long time ago in a Jerry Pournelle anthology and rather liked it; I always intended to ask Tenn, if I ever met him, if that story was inspired by a Bill Mauldin cartoon. And if anyone has any of the NESFA press collections they want to sell at a reasonable price, please contact me.

The NYT is also reporting the passing of Dick Francis, noted jockey turned even more noted mystery writer. If I can, I’ll try to link to a better obit tomorrow.

Leadership Secrets of Non-Fictional Characters (part 1 of a series).

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

Gregory Powell was denied parole for the 11th time a few weeks ago.

That name doesn’t ring a bell, does it?

In 1963, Powell and his buddy Jimmy Lee Smith kidnapped LAPD Officers Ian Campbell and Karl Hettinger, and murdered Officer Campbell. Officer Hettinger died in 1994. Smith died a few years ago.

Sound a little more familiar now? Maybe you’ve read Joseph Wambaugh’s The Onion Field. Maybe you’ve seen the movie.

At some point in the not-too-distant future, I want to write a longer post about Wambaugh’s book and what it means to me. I’ll say for now that, at the time I read it, I was deeply moved; I still think that it is Wambaugh’s best work of non-fiction to date.

There’s a section of the book that takes place after Officer Campbell’s murder that I want to call out here. The background is that, after the murder, LAPD issued a new set of policies; among other things, cops were told never to surrender their weapons under any circumstances. Wambaugh tells us (in the third person) how he reacted to these policies. Then he cuts away to another roll call in Central Division, where

a twenty-five year policeman who preferred the one-man beat, a virtuosic beat cop, one of those who fades into police myth and legend, who rules his beat, and is frequently the very best or very worst police work has to offer

stands up and says one word:

(Language after the jump.)

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Aces in my book.

Monday, February 8th, 2010

I’m putting this into a post by itself because the original has scrolled off the front page.

I mentioned earlier that someone should do a full length biography of the late General Robin Olds; John Darrell Sherwood was kind enough to comment on that post and observe that Gen. Olds’ memoirs will be published in April of this year.

This is great news; I’ve pre-ordered a copy.

(And I’d like to add, for the record, that the rest of Sherwood’s Fast Movers is just as good as the first chapter. I’ll be looking for more of Sherwood’s books.)

Leadership Secrets of Fictional Characters (part 3 of a series).

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Today’s example is also taken from Clear and Present Danger.

Jack Ryan is visiting his dying mentor, Admiral Greer, in the hospital for the last time.

“But what about—”
“Politics? All that shit?” Greer almost laughed. “Jack, you know, when you lay here like this, you know what you think about? You think about all the things you’d like another chance at, all the mistakes, all the people you might have treated better, and you thank God that it wasn’t worse. Jack, you will never regret honesty, even if it hurts people. When they made you a Marine lieutenant you swore an oath before God. I understand why we do that now. It’s a help, not a threat. It’s something to remind you how important words are. Ideas are important. Principles are important. Words are important. Your word is the most important of all. Your word is who you are.”

That quote’s heavy-handed enough that I think the lesson is obvious. But I find the simplicity of those last few words deeply moving.

Ideas are important. Principles are important. Words are important. Your word is the most important of all. Your word is who you are.

I think American business would be vastly improved if everyone, before they took on any sort of leadership position, was required to swear an oath before God. Maybe something like this:

We will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do.

Leadership Secrets of Fictional Characters (part 2 of a series).

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

I’m drawing my text today from Tom Clancy’s Clear and Present Danger.

I know that it’s trendy to sneer at Clancy. I haven’t read any of his fiction except Clear and Present Danger and The Hunt for Red October, both of which I thought were pretty spiffy thrillers. For all I know, his more recent works of fiction could be steaming piles. I have read a fair amount of his recent non-fiction military history interview books (Shadow Warriors, Every Man a Tiger, and Into the Storm) and I admire what I think Clancy is trying to do with those books; basically, he wants to be the S.L.A. Marshall of our generation.

This is getting slightly off-topic. What I’m getting at is, I’m not a blind admirer of Clancy, but Clear and Present Danger is a book that made a strong impression on me.

Here’s the background for this exchange. It comes from Chapter 1 of the book, “The King of SAR”. Clancy is drawing a character portrait of his heroic Coast Guard commander, “Red” Wegener. He’s already given us some of the character’s background, and how he came to command the Panache. The Panache is a pretty screwed-up new ship; the shipyard workers are on strike, the shipyard is bankrupt, and the process of commissioning the ship was badly botched. One of the first things Wegener’s told after taking command is that they can’t get more than 50% power out of the ship’s engines without them overheating.

Wegener manages to sneak the ship out of dock and out to sea, and puts his men to work fixing what’s been screwed up.

Wegener had been on the bridge, napping in his leather chair during the forenoon watch when the growler phone rang, and Chief Owens invited him to the engine room. Wegener arrived to find the only worktable covered with plans, and an engineman-apprentice hovering over them, with his engineering officer standing behind him.
“You ain’t gonna believe it,” Owens announced. “Tell him, sonny.”
“Seaman Obrecki, sir. The engine isn’t installed right,” the youngster said.
“What makes you think that?” Wegener asked.
The big marine diesels were of a new sort, perversely designed to be very easy to operate and maintain. To aid in this, small how-to manuals were provided for each engine-room crewman, and in each manual was a plastic-coated diagram that was far easier to use than the builder’s plans. A blow-up of the manual schematic, also plastic-coated, had been provided by the drafting company, and was the laminated top of the worktable.
“Sir, this engine is a lot like the one on my dad’s tractor, bigger, but-”
“I’ll take your word for it, Obrecki.”
“The turbocharger ain’t installed right. It matches with these plans here, but the oil pump pushes the oil through the turbo-charger backwards. The plans are wrong, sir. Some draftsman screwed up. See here, sir? The oil line’s supposed to come in here, but the draftsman put it on the wrong side of this fitting, and nobody caught it, and-”
Wegener just laughed. He looked at Chief Owens: “How long to fix?”
“Obrecki says he can have it up and running this time tomorrow, Cap’n.”
“Sir.” It was Lieutenant Michelson, the engineering officer. “This is all my fault. I should have-” The lieutenant was waiting for the sky to fall.
“The lesson from this, Mr. Michelson, is that you can’t even trust the manual. Have you learned that lesson, Mister?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Fair enough. Obrecki, you’re a seaman-first, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Wrong. You’re a machinist-mate third.”
“Sir, I have to pass a written exam…”
“You think Obrecki’s passed that exam, Mr. Michelson?”
“You bet, sir.”
“Well done, people. This time tomorrow I want to do twenty-three knots.”
And it had all been downhill from there. The engines are the mechanical heart of any ship, and there is no seaman in the world who prefers a slow ship to a fast one. When Panache had made twenty-five knots and held that speed for three hours, the painters painted better, the cooks took a little more time with the meals, and the technicians tightened their bolts just a little more. Their ship was no longer a cripple, and pride broke out in the crew like a rainbow after a summer shower – all the more so because one of their own had figured it out.

Here’s what I take away from this:

  1. Wegener’s interaction with the engineering officer. The guy screwed up; he knows he screwed up, and he knows how he screwed up. Wegener knows he knows and doesn’t dwell on it. “Have you learned that lesson, Mister?” “Yes, sir!” “Fair enough.” End of discussion. (At least at that time; we don’t know if Wegener and Michelson had another conversation later, but if they did, you can bet it was in private, not in front of Michelson’s subordinates.)
  2. This isn’t really a leadership lesson, but it is one worth remembering: “You can’t even trust the manual.” I’ve learned that lesson myself the hard way.
  3. Wegener’s interaction with Obrecki. Obrecki figures out the problem and the solution; Wegener rewards him on the spot, in public, and in front of his superiors (the engineering officer and chief). Cause and effect; you’re rewarded for good work, and Wegener makes that clear early in his command. Plus; praise in public, criticize in private.
  4. “…all the more so because one of their own had figured it out.” There’s nothing better than doing it yourself, with your own people. When your own people figure out, or build it themselves, it improves morale. Even the people who weren’t directly involved can feel proud, and it gives them an incentive to step up.

(Side note: I have at least one, and possibly two, more posts in this series planned out, plus one post that doesn’t involve a fictional character. If any of my loyal readers has suggestions for additional works of fiction that illuminate good points about leadership, I’d welcome hearing from you; either in comments or via email to stainles [at]  mac.com.)

Leadership Secrets of Fictional Characters (part 1 of a series).

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

Some of the best lessons in leadership I’ve learned have come from works of fiction. I’ve been thinking a lot more about leadership recently, for various reasons, and decided it was time to kick off this irregular series of posts.

My mind was made up by something a person (who shall remain nameless for the moment) said to me yesterday in conversation (in case it isn’t clear, they were being sarcastic):

Management is a priestly caste. You can’t possibly expect them to soil their hands doing the same work as their underlings. That would make them unclean. That would be like expecting Pelosi’s brood to fly commercial rather than take Air Force planes.

I thought for my first post I’d draw from one of my favorite books and movies, Thomas Harris’ The Silence of the Lambs.

Here’s the background for this exchange: Jack Crawford, head of the FBI Behavioral Science Section, took Clarice Starling, the trainee agent, with him to West Virgina to do forensics on one of Buffalo Bill’s (the serial killer Crawford and Starling are hunting) victims. While they were there, Crawford did a sort of shuck and jive routine about “giving the little woman some privacy” to clear the room so Starling could work. Now they’re coming home from the trip; Crawford is being dropped off at FBI headquarters for the night.

She realized then that he’d gotten her out of the car so he could speak with her privately.
“When I told that deputy he and I shouldn’t talk in front of a woman, that burned you, didn’t it?”
“Sure.”
“It was just smoke. I wanted to get him by himself.”
“I know that.”
“Okay.” Crawford slammed the trunk and turned away.
Starling couldn’t let it go.
“It matters, Mr. Crawford.”
He was turning back to her, laden with his fax machine and briefcase, and she had his full attention.
“Those cops know who you are,” she said, “They look at you to see how to act.” She stood steady, shrugged her shoulders, opened her palms. There it was, it was true.
Crawford performed a measurement on his cold scales.
“Duly noted, Starling. Now get on with the bug.”
“Yes sir.”
She watched him walk away, a middle-aged man laden with cases and rumpled from flying, his cuffs muddy from the riverbank, going home to what he did at home.
She would have killed for him then. That was one of Crawford’s great talents.

What do I take away from this?

  1. Being a leader means you’re being watched. Every day, people are watching you; not just your superiors, but the people under you, and even people you don’t know. The people under you are watching how you act, and how you behave; they are going to model their behavior after yours, for good or bad. What you do matters.
  2. “…she had his full attention.” Full attention. Not distracted by the cell phone, or email, or IM. Clarice has Jack’s full attention.
  3. The best leaders have the ability to chew your ass out, or take an ass-chewing, and still make you want to go out and kill for them.

The movie does include this exchange; Demme’s direction of it is pitch-perfect. If I could find it on YouTube, I’d link to it.

G-8 and his battle aces.

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Speaking of fighter aces, someone needs to do a full-blown biography of Brigadier General Robin Olds (USAF, ret.).

The first chapter of John Darrell Sherwood’s Fast Movers is a good start on one, but I think much more needs to be written about General Olds.

Two quotes from Sherwood’s book stand out for me:

Olds’ tremendous success as a combat leader stemmed from three elements in his personality; his loyalty to his men, his desire to share danger with his men, and his willingness to socialize and interact casually with his troops. Olds never asked someone else to do something that he wouldn’t do himself. He also did his utmost to shield his men from policies and orders that he considered nonsensical or downright dangerous.

and

Unlike many other leaders during the war, Robin Olds’ loyalty extended down to the lowest-ranking man in his outfit. Even if one were only a slick-wing captain, if one had a hot idea Olds would listen, and if one could sell him on that idea, Robin Olds would put his career on the line to see it implemented. Moreover, Olds did not come into the outfit thinking he knew everything. He was willing to learn from others. More significantly, he was willing to share danger with others. That he occasionally made mistakes is evident in this narrative. That his men forgave him when he did had everything to do with his willingness to share risk. Not once in his entire career did Robin Olds ever ask a pilot to do something that he would not do himself.

Five down and glory.

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Obit watch: Lt. Colonel Lee A. Archer (USAF, ret.).

Lt. Colonel Archer was one of the Tuskegee Airmen, and is believed to be the only black ace.

Archer was acknowledged to have shot down four planes, and he and another pilot both claimed victory for shooting down a fifth plane. An investigation revealed Archer had inflicted the damage that destroyed the plane, said Brown, and the Air Force eventually proclaimed him an ace pilot.

(Title hattip: here.)

Edited to add 2/4/2010: See here for notes on an important correction.

For those expecting more thoughts on Salinger: here’s the LAT obit. Beyond that, I have nothing to say; I’ve never read The Catcher in the Rye, for reasons other than censorship. My parents were very proud of the fact that they never censored my reading, and it was Huck Finn, not Salinger, that became the subject of censorship battles when I was in school. I basically just missed reading Catcher when I was the right age to be caught by it; any desire I might have had to read it now has been killed by listening to Lawrence talk about it. (I’m trying to talk him into posting his thoughts on Catcher, but he hasn’t. Yet. When he does, I’ll throw up a link.)

Edited to add: Lawrence’s thoughts on Salinger are now up.

Random notes: January 25, 2010.

Monday, January 25th, 2010

Our long national nightmare is over. Or just starting. US to lift 21-year ban on haggis. And just in time for Burns Night, too. (Hattip: Overlawyered.)

Philip K. Dick in Orange County. I don’t think there’s much new here for the serious Dick fan, but I do like the Tim Powers story that starts off the piece.

Covered elsewhere, but still worth linking: ESPN Ombudsman Don Ohlmeyer on the network and Mike Leach.

There’s an interesting story at the WP site about Rabbi Menachem Youlus, who specializes in rescuing Torahs lost in Europe during the Holocaust. But the Post article suggests that the stories Youlus tells may be somewhat exaggerated.

Nets watch: current winning percentage 0.070 (3-40).  That projects out to 5.74 wins for the 82 game season.

Obit watch.

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

I have not been able to find a formal report of this elsewhere, but both Bill Crider and Sarah Weinman are reporting the death of Robert B. Parker, author of the Spenser and Jesse Stone novels (among other works).

Edited to add: The LAT now has a short article up, and promises a full obit to come.

A lot of people who knew Parker better than I did are probably going to be commenting over the next few days. I’m at work right now, but when I get home tonight I’ll update this entry with some thoughts of my own.

Update: I’ll post links to the major papers obits tomorrow morning. In the meantime, I’m putting my thoughts after a jump, because they contain both possible spoilers (including one for Gone, Baby, Gone) and language…

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The Elves of Dalton, GA (and other tales from Christmas).

Friday, January 1st, 2010

Just be patient, it will all come together in the end.

A few weeks ago, one of my cow orkers sent around this photo, just for fun. It prompted a discussion among some of my other cow orkers about their first computers. I was sitting there listening to these guys talking about their 386 machines with 4 MB of memory, and thinking to myself, “You bunch of pikers. My first computer had 4K of memory. Not 4 MB, 4 KB. As in, 4,096 bytes total. And I used cassette tape for mass storage.” You tell that to kids nowdays, they just don’t believe you. (Well, except maybe the cow orker who sent around that photo; I suspect he actually got his start sometime in the System 360 days.)

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How not to sell books.

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

ABEBooks sent me another spam email about their “Weird Book Room” and, like an idiot, I clicked through to take a look at the titles. Now that they’ve made me cranky and irritable, you get to benefit from my rant.

It seems to me that there’s quite a bit of condescension in the whole idea of the Weird Book Room. But worse yet, there doesn’t seem to be any logic or reason to what they consider weird. It appears to be based on reader suggestions, but it doesn’t look like anyone made any attempt to impose any kind of filter or sense on the whole affair. Some examples:

  • What’s Wrong With My Snake? A User-Friendly Home Medical Reference Manual . I’m sure this seems “weird” to ABEBooks patrons, but here’s a hot news flash; some people keep snakes as pets. Perhaps they could use a quick reference health guide as much as dog and cat owners.
  • The Social History of the Machine Gun. I own this and have read it. Ellis’s book is a highly regarded and well-written work of history, and one I frequently see referenced in footnotes for other books I own.
  • Taming a Liger: Unexpected Spiritual Lessons from Napoleon Dynamite. Not really interested in this book, but how is it any weirder than other books about the science and/or philosophy of “The Simpsons”, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Star Trek”, etc.?
  • Nuclear War: What’s in it for You?. It’s easy to laugh at this now, but I remember when this book came out. I didn’t agree with the message, or the movement, but it was at least a serious attempt to advance a point of view on a subject that many people were concerned about.
  • Impeccable Birdfeeding. I haven’t read this, but I have read some of Adler’s other books, like Outwitting Squirrels and Outwitting Deer (the latter of which contains the classic quote, “Deer are just very large squirrels.”); he’s a talented author, and a book about birdfeeding and birdfeeder maintenance doesn’t trip my weird button.
  • The History of Torture. Have it, have read the first couple of chapters. A popular work of history by a well-respected author.
  • The How and Why Wonder Book of Guns. This is the one that really set me off. I owned a whole crapload of the “How and Why Wonder Books” when I was a kid, and this was probably my favorite of the lot. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll order a replacement copy for myself after Christmas. I can’t see anything wrong with a book for the intelligent child that discusses the various kinds of firearms, the history of firearms development, how guns work, and gun safety. Unless, of course, you’re the kind of yuppie East Cost liberal who thinks kids shouldn’t even know that guns exist.
  • Then there’s actual bestsellers like How To Survive a Robot Uprising and The Pop-Up Book of Phobias.

There are some legitimately weird books in the list, to be sure. Of course, some of those “weird” books are esoteric works intended for a limited audience (I’m not really interested in Jewish Chess Masters on Stamps, but it doesn’t take a lot of imagination to see that there’s probably considerable overlap in the Venn diagram of stamp collectors, chess players, and Jews.) and some of them are by people who are clearly batshit crazy (which gives me the uncomfortable sensation of “Hey, let’s go poke the crazy person with sticks!”).

It just grates on my nerves.

(In case you didn’t notice, all but the first link go to Amazon, because why should I give ABEBooks any more traffic?)