President’s Day Tech Reading

One of the best parts of my work life is deep-diving into the industries, issues, and ideas that touch on my clients. Now that I am back working with the most innovative company in the telecommunications business, topical reading is at least half of my list.

My daily client contact just finished Brad Smith and Carole Ann Browne’s Tools and Weapons, so I am nearly done with it. Smith shares his thoughts on the double-edged nature of the innovations that are pushing into our lives – a critical mental warm-up as we guide our client through the rollout of 5G wireless networks.

Jon Gertner’s The Idea Factory has been perched on my shelf for years waiting for its moment, and that moment is now. I see a lot of interesting parallels and contrasts between my client – who has spent $60 billion on R&D in the past three decades – and Bell Labs, all good. Bell Labs, like Xerox PARC after it, made some profound mistakes in its efforts, most notably spending vast sums on R&D without building the business and legal structures to capture the value of all of that investment. That’s my superficial understanding: hopefully, Gertner will offer some important nuance.

Wrapping these – and catching up on back numbers of The Economist – should round out my long weekend.

Edward Abbey on the Train

As I scrolled through my list of a Thousand Books, looking for something to read on the Southwest Chief, I did not have to get very far to find Desert Solitaire. A book about being alone in Arches National Monument seemed like an ideal fit for a full day spent between La Junta, Colorado and Kingman, Arizona.

At the same time, it would have been a crime to glue my eyes to a screen or book as some of the most phenomenal scenery in North America rolled by my window. I spent a precious credit at the Audible store and downloaded Mr. Abbey’s Opus.

Next to reading James Clavell’s Tai-Pan on my first trip to Hong Kong, this was the best “site-read”  I have even done. Abbey’s prose is that rare mix of earthy and lyrical, a balance that defines the best nature and travel writers. Abbey brings his own twist: he is the original eco-curmudgeon, enchanted by natural beauty and repulsed by the natural consequences of human attraction to it.

I consider myself an environmental moderate, so I agreed fully with about a third of what he wrote, was provoked to deep consideration by another third, and utterly repulsed by the remainder.

For example, at one point Abbey muses that ” I couldn’t agree more. Rationalism as a north star will not guide us always to the right answer. Sometimes we need to tap into faculties that rise above the rationalist toolkit in order to see things in their fullness.

I loved his phrase “the creeping strangulation of the clean white collar.” After three decades behind a desk, I feel that.

He provoked thought with ideas about the hidden costs of tourism as a mass-market activity, not just on tree and trail, but on people. “And whether good or bad in strictly pecuniary terms, industrial tourism exacts a spiritual price from those dependent upon it for their livelihood.” I can see that, especially for those of us who truly care about nature. I work hard to ensure our scout troop treads lightly upon the land, going well beyond the Leave No Trace guidelines. That makes it so much harder to see when people with zero clue about how to enjoy nature in an ecologically friendly way don’t even seem to care.

But much of what Abbey wrote frustrated me. His self-consciously flippant anti-theism was not so much offensive as it was juvenile and irritating. At the same time, he anthropomorphizes constantly. To say that the death of a rabbit at the talons of an apex predator is an environmentally positive event would be sufficient to make a point, but Abby suggests that the rabbit is probably even grateful to the owl who kills and eats him. Were I to assume the existence of leporine sapience, even I would give them the benefit of a finely tuned desire to live. Otherwise, why does the rabbit run from the raptor in the first place?

What bothered me most were reminders throughout the book that Abbey’s worldview was whatever suited him at the moment. He regularly declares that he is a Humanist driven by purely rational thinking. Yet at one point he muses that “the romantic view, while not the whole of truth, is a necessary part of the whole truth.” He constantly imbues animals and plants not just with sentience, but even with spiritual sapience, at one point suggesting that a rabbit is grateful to the owl that kills and eats him. And his irrational dislike of all things mechanical and technological. And what sort of humanist would place the value of the life of a coyote above that of a man?

I finished with the conclusion that at best, Edward Abbey was a Romantic and an Egoist, not the Humanist he claims to be. That of itself is not an issue: he is entitled to his ethos. But this self-misidentification, combined with his studied irreverence makes him less a philosopher or scientist than a professional non-conformist, a better gadfly than a guide. “The Colorado [river] has no false pride,” he wrote, and Edward Abbey sported no false modesty.

So what of it all?

Abbey wrote Desert Solitaire in his formative years before he took up a monkey wrench and became the prophet of a generation of radical environmental activists. I see the roots of that in Desert Solitaire, and I could see how Abbey’s thinking might lead him down a path wherein he was willing to put the life of an animal ahead of that of a child.

At the same time, Abbey compels me to ask some difficult questions. How much should we save the environment for man, and how much are we saving it from man? Does a paved road or private automobile belong in a national park? Has the time come for us to rethink completely our relationship with the land, both as space to take up and as a storehouse of wealth?

For all of Abbey’s challenges, then, Desert Solitaire is a must-read. I’ve got a dog-eared paperback that I picked up, and I’m walking it upstairs to my son. He needs to read this even more than I do.

The Scouter’s New Friend

I still prefer my iPad mini as a Kindle reader, but this little thing goes where I have to travel light and use little power. Like campouts. Which is why I bought it.

That said, I’ve found another advantage: minimum-distraction reading. I power through more reading on this, as with my iPad I am constantly taking detours into maps, Wikipedia, etc. With the Paperwhite, it’s all about the text, and I zoom through.

Last Saturday, reading intermittently as I followed my wife around Westfield UTC, I shot through a full fifth of Max Hasting’s superb Armageddon: The Battle for Germany 1944-1945. Next up: a book on Agile project management, then about a dozen articles and essays. That should cover me through the weekend.

Sabbatical Reading: Going to Joan’s Town


This was my first book of Didion, and probably just as well that I started with Slouching. I am drawn to Didion’s work primarily because I see her as one of a chorus of Californian voices who have influenced American letters, and arguably for the better.

I find Didion has a permanent second-person detachment, the ability to be in a milieu without allowing herself – or being able – to be of it. She is the chameleon with the clear eye, who is able to blend in enough to get close to her subjects, but at the sme time never loses the detachment.

At some point, I almost wanted to shake her and ask “okay Joan, who are you and what do you care about?” Because, Lord knows, I looked, and all I found was the detachment, the curiosity, the wonder that borders on perpetually asking why? This makes for a damned good observer and a journalist. But Didion herself remains a cipher, at least here.

Perhaps this is why her later works, especially Blue Nights and The Year of Magical Thinking, are such important parts of her oeuvre. Maybe that’s where we find out if there is something more to Joan than her observations. There must be: the subtlety of her filter and the gentle way in which she chivvies us to her conclusions are hints at greater storms unseen.

Sabbatical Reading: Talking About a Revolution

Finishing Edmund Burke’s Reflections on the Revolution in France was a bit of a personal triumph for me, so bear with some short musings as catch my literary breath for a moment.

Despite a predilection for complex sentence structures and multi-page paragraphs, Burke is brilliant. At the very least, I walked away with an new appreciation of the French Revolution that contrasted with the neo-Jeffersonian interpretation of events.

Histories I had read emphasize the excesses of the Reign of Terror. Burke acknowledges and decries the atrocities but does not use them to weave a polemic. Instead he focuses on the fundamental shortcomings of the revolutionary government itself. He does not embark on the kind of ideological screed that fills political tracts today as much as he delivers a cogent practical critique of the revolution, and by extension all scorched-earth paroxysms of change. Progress is essential, Burke emphasizes, but change is not the same as progress. and while for true progress to take place there must be change, that change must be modest and incremental.

The phrase that hung above my head as I watched Burke dissect the National Assembly was “consequences unintended, unforeseen but not unforeseeable.” No doubt I will return to his work in the future, but other exponents of the matured values upon which Burke expounded, like Russell Kirk, Max Weber, Leo Strauss, and Irving Babbit, now call for my attention.

A final note: I find it fascinating that Burke, who stands at the center of the Anglo-American conservative pantheon, sounds less like a right-wing icon than he does a moderate conservative, and someone who might well be dubbed a RINO.

Sabbatical Reading: Train Training

Two things I have learned about traveling by train: a) passenger rail is different in every country; and b) traveling comfortably on a train is an art form.

I have never taken an overnight trip on Amtrak, but I have five nights entrained in the coming month, so I want to hack this ahead of time.

Jim Loomis is THE man when it comes to North American rail travel, and this quick but very thorough read was an immeasurable help in me getting ready for my train-ing.