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SELF-HELP NATION

THE LONG OVERDUE, ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED, DELIGHTFULLY HOSTILE GUIDE TO THE SNAKE-OIL PEDDLERS WHO ARE SAPPING OUR NATION’S SOUL

Smashing gnats with a sledgehammer can create some pretty patterns on the page, but it’s a strange form of art.

A cynical, spirited assault on the self-help industry and its eager clients.

Veteran journalist Tiede has a simple thesis: “Self-improvement books are narcotics in ink,” he begins; “you must think, and mess up, for yourself,” he concludes. In between are entertaining eviscerations of the entire pantheon of self-help deities, including Laura Schlessinger (“a moralist, a stiff spine, a hanging judge, a smell fungus, a censor, a hall monitor”), M. Scott Peck, Leo Buscaglia, Jay Carter, Barbara Keesling, Susan Forward, John Bradshaw, Barbara King, Peter McWilliams, Deepak Chopra, Susanna Hoffman (“a wee writer with large knuckles”), and a host of others. Tiede believes these writers offer only poorly written platitudes and palliatives; he counters with a plea for old-fashioned Emersonian self-reliance and a recognition that “the rules of success do not exist, outside common sense, which does not always work.” After demolishing the “success” writers, Tiede dispatches those who focus on relationships, sex, addictions, religion, and a sort of catch-all category: the lonely, old, and fat. Frequently he fires broadsides at baby-boomers (whose values he abhors) and sprinkles throughout much peppery evidence of his impressive education: Alongside the names of the featherweight self-helpers are allusions to and/or quotations from heavyweights Thomas More, George Orwell, James Joyce, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain, Voltaire, Seneca, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Albert Einstein, and others. Occasionally, in his zeal to point out the nakedness of the self-help emperors, Tiede does not notice his own nudity: He dangles a participle, assigns a work by Godwin (born in 1756) to the early 18th century, claims he saw a Sasquatch, and suggests the Pilgrims (1620) were the first European settlers in North America—apparently forgetting the colonists of Jamestown (1607). Ultimately, predictably, he blames all on the Usual Suspects: the news media, movies, television, celebrity- and youth-worship, and an addiction to pseudo-science (UFOs, astrology, etc.).

Smashing gnats with a sledgehammer can create some pretty patterns on the page, but it’s a strange form of art.

Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2001

ISBN: 0-87113-777-1

Page Count: 240

Publisher: Grove

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2000

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WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...

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A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.

Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”

A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.

Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6

Page Count: 248

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015

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GOOD ECONOMICS FOR HARD TIMES

Occasionally wonky but overall a good case for how the dismal science can make the world less—well, dismal.

“Quality of life means more than just consumption”: Two MIT economists urge that a smarter, more politically aware economics be brought to bear on social issues.

It’s no secret, write Banerjee and Duflo (co-authors: Poor Economics: A Radical Rethinking of the Way To Fight Global Poverty, 2011), that “we seem to have fallen on hard times.” Immigration, trade, inequality, and taxation problems present themselves daily, and they seem to be intractable. Economics can be put to use in figuring out these big-issue questions. Data can be adduced, for example, to answer the question of whether immigration tends to suppress wages. The answer: “There is no evidence low-skilled migration to rich countries drives wage and employment down for the natives.” In fact, it opens up opportunities for those natives by freeing them to look for better work. The problem becomes thornier when it comes to the matter of free trade; as the authors observe, “left-behind people live in left-behind places,” which explains why regional poverty descended on Appalachia when so many manufacturing jobs left for China in the age of globalism, leaving behind not just left-behind people but also people ripe for exploitation by nationalist politicians. The authors add, interestingly, that the same thing occurred in parts of Germany, Spain, and Norway that fell victim to the “China shock.” In what they call a “slightly technical aside,” they build a case for addressing trade issues not with trade wars but with consumption taxes: “It makes no sense to ask agricultural workers to lose their jobs just so steelworkers can keep theirs, which is what tariffs accomplish.” Policymakers might want to consider such counsel, especially when it is coupled with the observation that free trade benefits workers in poor countries but punishes workers in rich ones.

Occasionally wonky but overall a good case for how the dismal science can make the world less—well, dismal.

Pub Date: Nov. 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-61039-950-0

Page Count: 432

Publisher: PublicAffairs

Review Posted Online: Aug. 28, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2019

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