So instead of accepting, I decided to channel my inner Konnikova
I’m not really paid for my time, I thought. I’m paid for the ideas, perspectives, strategies, tips, etc. I deliver. (Buy an Adam Grant book and you don’t pay for the time he spent writing it; you pay for the value you receive.) And I’m not desperate, since speaking is only one of the things I do.
Complete Article at Inc.com
Book referred to: “The Biggest Bluff: How I Learned to Pay Attention, Master Myself, and Win. “
That, my friends, is an Elmore Leonard beginning. Where other novels zig, Leonard’s zag. Plot is not a series of bricks built upon bricks to erect a formidable edifice, but a loose collection of steps one or two primary characters take down a path that crosses another path that leads to a building with a room where more people are gathered. When one of those characters goes out the back door and down a fire escape, the original character follows and enters an alley which leads to another path which winds further away from that first path, which nobody remembers anyway because it’s, like, 10 paths back. In other words, Elmore Leonard’s plots feel less like plots and more like life.
Full article here at the ‘The Guardian’
When we say that a television show is “realistic,” what do we mean? Must the drug corners on The Wire resemble the streets of Baltimore? Do the mimetic set pieces on Mad Men engender more cinéma vérité than its sexual politics? How representative must The West Wing be of the West Wing, or Empire of hip-hop, or MASH of Korea, or The Hills of hell? And does realism even equate with quality?