Skip to main content

Talking to Strangers

Talking to Strangers has been a very enjoyable read and not because it was a well-researched book or I learned anything of value from it. Once you set such expectations aside, a book can have redeeming qualities. In this case, Gladwell cites a variety of examples of people failing to understand strangers in high-stakes situations with world-changing consequences. Each one illustrates makes you wonder how that's possible - the people in question were well-qualified for the job, they had more than enough data points at their disposal and yet they were terribly wrong, time after time. 

The way I want to use the content in this book is as vignettes from history and events of the modern world that all show a common theme. That is the data the reader can use to go read further if they are interested to learn about Lord Halifax and Neville Chamberlain for example. Then they could arrive at the own conclusions regarding the events and that may even help them understand what they could do in their own lives to avoid such gross misunderstanding of strangers and their motivations.

Readers who were expect to have a guiding light shone on them will be disappointed. It would also be unwise to proceed with the expectation that Gladwell's conclusions will prove satisfactory - I won't go into the likelihood to offend because that is a whole another can of worms. Luckily none of that describes me as a reader and also I did not buy the book - I almost never do buy and when I see it on display in the Target checkout line, its a extra big red flag not to buy. So given all that, I came out satisfied with the book.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Part Liberated Woman

An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no matter how flawed and imperfect. We have both spent over a decade outside India and have kids who were born abroad and have spent very little time back home. Returning "home" is something a lot of new immigrants like L and myself think about. We want very much for that to be an option because a full assimilation into our country of domicile is likely never going to happen. L has visited India more often than I have and has a much better pulse on what's going on there. For me the strongest drag force working against my desire to return home is my experience of life as a woman in India. I neither want to live that suffocatingly sheltered existence myself nor subject J to it. The freedom, independence and safety I have had in here in suburban America was not even something I knew I could expect to have in India. I never knew what it felt t

Cheese Making

I never fail to remind J that there is a time and place for everything. It is possibly the line she will remember me by when I am dead and gone given how frequently she hears it. Instead of having her breakfast she will break into a song and dance number from High School Musical well past eight on Monday morning. She will insist that I watch and applaud the performance instead of screaming at her to finish her milk and cereal. Her sense of occasion is seriously lacking but then so is mine. Consider for example, a person walks into the grocery store with the express purpose of buying detergent because they are fresh out of it and laundry is only half way done. However instead of heading straight for detergent, they wander over to the natural foods aisle and go berserk upon finding goat milk on sale for a dollar a gallon. They at once proceed to stock pile so they can turn it to huge quantities home-made feta cheese. That person would be me. It would not concern me in the least that I ha

Under Advisement

Recently a desi dude who is more acquaintance less friend called to check in on me. Those who have read this blog before might know that such calls tend to make me anxious. Depending on how far back we go, there are sets of FAQs that I brace myself to answer. The trick is to be sufficiently evasive without being downright offensive - a fine balancing act given the provocative nature of questions involved. I look at these calls as opportunities for building patience and tolerance both of which I seriously lack. Basically, they are very desirous of finding out how I am doing in my personal and professional life to be sure that they have me correctly categorized and filed for future reference. The major buckets appear to be loser, struggling, average, arrived, superstar and uncategorizable. My goal needless to say, is to be in the last bucket - the unknown, unquantifiable and therefore uninteresting entity. Their aim is to pull me into something more tangible. So anyways, the dude in ques