Several months ago I provided a rather pithy review of Susan Cain’s nonfiction book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. However, since this is one of the better nonfiction books I read in 2012, I wanted to provide a more comprehensive critique.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain
Several months ago I provided a rather pithy review of Susan Cain’s nonfiction book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. However, since this is one of the better nonfiction books I read in 2012, I wanted to provide a more comprehensive critique.
Quiet was just the
rationalization I was looking for to justify my hardwired inclinations to
isolate myself from the world, and it made me question why I even needed to
pardon that proclivity. Unfortunately, this is also why Quiet wasn’t as good as it could have been.
Cain’s examination of quietness goes beyond the individual
to the global. In fact, she connects events such as the Wall Street meltdown and
the endless succession of wars to the extroverts of the world who are so
forceful and self-assured that they rampage unchecked, dragging the rest of us
along in their force field. Of course the irony here is that it takes two to
drag, the dragger and the drag-ee.
Quiet also
examines introversion in a variety of contexts, like families (e.g., the quiet
kids vs. ring leaders) and work (e.g., the invisible cubicle mutes vs. the
verbose water cooler jockeys), all of which felt familiar and gratifying in a somewhat
unsavory manner. It also identifies the contributions of famous introverts of
the world (i.e., J. K. Rowlings, Albert Einstein, Charles M. Schulz, Meryl
Streep, Warren Buffett, and Rosa Parks). In fact, Cain glorifies introverts and
vilifies extroverts to the point that I, as one reviewer observed, “…got tired
of being patted on the head.”
Since Quiet is on
the “best nonfiction of 2012” list of Amazon, Barnes & Noble, People Magazine, Goodreads, Today Show, Audible.com, and many
others, I could speculate that introverts are the readers of the world and also drive sales of books written to help them stop being introverts.
But I won’t.
Bottom line, I liked Quiet
and it will make my best of nonfiction 2012 list too, but I suspect that
extroverts who read it will be ambivalent in their imperviousness, and
introverts who read it will feel ill at ease with their newly acquired
self-righteousness.
Humble request sheds light on how to do holy work these holidays By Judy Knotts
(My friend Judy Knotts is the former and current interim head of St.
Gabriel’s Catholic School in Austin, and a columnist for the Austin American-Statesman - below column was re-printed with permission.)
It was a blustery winter day. The wind whipped about
spiraling dry leaves and paper scraps everywhere. As I searched for a close-in
parking space in the enormous Walmart lot, I glanced at the temperature gage,
35 degrees. The near freezing conditions and dark clouds overhead made it feel
like snow or “mixed precipitation” as the weather forecasters like to say.
After hunting for my gloves, I wrapped my fleece jacket around me tightly, and
hurried from my car to the entrance of the store.
Near the door, an old woman wrapped in a light shawl sat on
a wooden bench waiting. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce right through me. Then
she spoke, “Please Dearie, can you spare some change for a pair of britches? I
have none.”
I was completely taken aback, embarrassed for her,
embarrassed for me, and embarrassed for passersby’s who might have heard this
uniquely intimate plea. My imagination went wild for a few moments. I tried to
figure out how this could be! Was she raped? Were her underclothes so ripped
that they were beyond repair? Were they soiled? After a few minutes of this
free-range panicking, I realized it really didn’t matter, the fact remained
that under her skirt she was wearing nothing.
Over the years panhandlers have asked for money, a
hamburger, dog food, or coffee, but no one has ever pleaded for this basic
necessity — underwear. How desperate she must have been to beg, feeling exposed
and totally stripped of human dignity. Click on Read More Below...
The Homestead on Foxridge Ben & Breakfast
I recently found out that one of my school mates, Leta
Smithson Thomas, Leta Jo to me, owns a bed and breakfast just west of San
Antonio in Helotes, so I went to the website to check it out, and gal howdy, it
is fantastic!
If you, your family or friends need a place to stay when you
are in the San Antonio area (family trip to Sea World or Fiesta Texas, live
music at John T. Floore's Country Store, dinner at the lovely
Gray Moss Inn, golfing at Briggs Ranch, wedding, etc), or if you just
need to get away to somewhere quiet and serene for a few days, Foxridge is the
place for you. The pool area is beautiful and the breakfast to die for.
You can access the Homestead on Foxridge here, or call her at the phone # above. When you go
to Foxridge be sure to give Leta Jo a hug for me! You can thank me later.
Best Masseuse!
Yes I am glowing from my fabulous massage from Wilma Schindeler, and you can glow too!
Contact Wilma at
432-386-2222
or
wilmaschindeler@mac.com.
Contact Wilma at
432-386-2222
or
wilmaschindeler@mac.com.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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