Junio 17

Blinkby Malcolm GladwellLittle, Brown and Company, 277 pages, $25.95Malcolm Gladwell, science writer for The New Yorker magazine, recently dominated the nonfiction bestseller list with his first book, The Tipping Point, subtitled “How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference.”  He’s repeating his bestselling performance with his current book, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking.  His wide popularity is somewhat surprising, considering the veneer of his ideas.  Gladwell’s theories are to science what non-alcoholic beer is to Saturday night.  There may be the appearance of authenticity, but there just isn’t any potency.  You can pretend you are getting educated, just as you can pretend you are getting inebriated.Gladwell sets out three tasks for himself in Blink: 1) to prove to us that decisions made very quickly can be every bit as good as decisions made cautiously and deliberately; 2) to demonstrate when we should trust our instincts and when we should be wary of them; and 3) to convince us that our snap judgments and first impressions can be educated and controlled.  As skilled as Gladwell is at selling books, he falls slightly short of the mark of selling these three points.His style is to discuss in a conversational manner various and sundry scientific experiments that bolster his thesis.  His desire to be layman friendly (i.e., bestseller friendly) often reduces his focus to incidental details at the sacrifice of more valuable information.  This was prevalent in The Tipping Point as well.  For example, Gladwell spends much time upon, and gives great credence to the videotaping experiments conducted by a University of Washington psychologist who claims he can predict with 90% accuracy whether a couple will still be married 15 years later by watching 15 minutes of their taped conversation.  Gladwell describes the psychologist as “a middle-aged man with owl-like eyes, silvery hair, and a neatly trimmed beard.”  Nothing surprising or particularly useful there.  Then, for no apparent reason and with absolutely no follow-up, Gladwell adds, “During the Vietnam War, he was a conscientious objector, and there is still something of the ’60s hippie about him like the Mao cap he sometimes wears over his braided yarmulke.”  Although Gladwell includes this gratuitous information, he fails to give us any vital long term data on this experiment and its 15-year prediction window.  Without such data, the whole experiments seems like not much more than a parlor game.Gladwell is guilty of this throughout Blink.  He describes a clinician as wearing a beret and another academic as wearing black plastic-rimmed glasses.  Who cares?  Is this Vogue magazine or a book on science?  What we need to know is the validity, accuracy and application of the experiments conducted.  Too often, those foundations are given short shrift.Blink introduces concepts such as “thin-slicing,” “priming” and “mind reading” to explain what might otherwise be called intuition or hunch.  The book proposes that we are processing more information than we think we are.  In one of Gladwell’s weakest arguments in the book, he uses an extended example of the emergency room at the Cook County Hospital in Chicago.  With limited time and resources, the emergency doctors had to quickly determine whether patients complaining of chest pains were experiencing heart attack.  The traditional method was to make a diagnosis based upon as much intake information as could be obtained.  “What screws up doctors when they are trying to predict heart attacks,” according to Gladwell, “is that they take too much information into account.”  Then a cardiologist “came up with an algorithm–an equation–that he believed would take much of the guesswork out of treating chest pain,” Gladwell writes.  “Doctors, he concluded, ought to combine the evidence of the ECG with three of what he called urgent risk factors: (1) Is the pain felt by the patient unstable angina?  (2) Is there fluid in the patient’s lungs?  And (3) Is the patient’s systolic blood pressure below 100?”  For each combination of risk factors, the cardiologist drew up a decision tree that recommended a treatment option.  Gladwell applauds this as an application of thin-slicing, or thinking without thinking.  He completely ignores the fact that the application of this algorithm is the antidote to intuition and seat-of-the-pants diagnosis.  Such a checklist instills order and logic over hunch and guesswork.  “Left to their own devices, the doctors guessed right on the most serious patients somewhere between 75 and 89 percent of the time,” Gladwell says.  “The algorithm guessed right more than 95 percent of the time.”  Gladwell simply paints himself into a corner with this example.Having identified one of Blink’s less effective passages, it should be noted that the book does contain stronger material.  One of the more convincing experiments involves electronically filtered recordings of doctors speaking with their patients.  Using only the tone of voice as a predictor, experimenters found they could determine which group of doctors had been sued for malpractice and which group had not.  “If the surgeon’s voice was judged to sound dominant, the surgeon tended to be in the sued group.  If the voice sounded less dominant and more concerned, the surgeon tended to be in the non-sued group.”  Further, “the surgeons who had never been sued spent more than three minutes longer with each patient than those who had been sued did (18.3 minutes versus 15 minutes).”  Gladwell points out that although malpractice appears to be an infinitely complicated and multidimensional problem, this is actually how patients thin-slice their doctors.Often, the conclusions stated by Gladwell are simply too glib.  In explaining brain function, for instance, he assigns a hierarchy to the ability to identify people over the ability to identify objects.  “The difference in the sophistication of those two regions [of the brain] explains why you can recognize Sally from the eighth grade forty years later but have trouble picking out your bag on the airport luggage carousel,” he writes.  Doesn’t this fail to take into consideration that Sally has more distinguishing features than a black rectangle?  Gladwell states, “If we are to learn to improve the quality of decisions we make, we need to accept the mysterious nature of our snap judgments.”  But is that how we want important, critical decisions to be made?  Probably not.  We prefer a more studied, deliberate process.  It may, however, be how we decide to buy a book from the bestseller list.

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Abril 30

Among the many wonders in our country, one gem is called the Tree Authority. We ordinary folks may be forgiven, if we presume that the onerous duty of this august body is to protect trees and increase the tree cover of the state for which they are responsible. On the contrary, the newspaper reports suggest that they are more in the business of giving permissions for cutting trees, or looking the other way, when contractors or their own bosses, the municipalities hack trees with gusto – generally in the name of ‘development’. On paper, cutting even a single tree is a grave offence. Even if the tree was planted by you, in your own compound! While the nitty-gritty may vary from place to place, this is a non-bailable offence, leading to a fine of Rs. 5000.00 per tree and/or jail up to one year. If for some valid reason a tree has to be cut, written permission from Tree Authority is required, along with a deposit of Rs. 5000.00 per tree. The same tree or its replacement has to be replanted elsewhere and nurtured. Once the tree has taken root, the money is refunded. In practice this never happens and with or without the blessings of the Authority, our neighborhoods are being deprived of the life nurturing gift of trees.

When the state or the municipalities have to hack trees for public projects, they do so with a slyness, which can only be envied. Either they are felled at the dead of night, thus leaving no trace who the culprit was or by nailing the mandatory public notice (inviting objections) so high on the tree, that even the most ardent tree watcher will have no clue, that these trees are doomed. Only a monkey would have been able to read the notice, at that location! This is no exaggeration, as a campaign in our locality is going on just against this cynical behavior of the authorities.

Now the question is, why all this fuss about mere trees? Sometime back, I put this poser to a class of Business Management students: Which statement is true – ‘Man cannot exist without plants and trees’ or ‘Plants and trees cannot exist without Man’. I gave them 24 hours to study, discuss or look up sources and then give me the answer. Next day, to my shock they all uniformly replied that ‘Man can exist without plants and trees, but they cannot exist without Man’! Possibly they were only thinking of manmade gardens and the like. They were then informed that the Plant kingdom and Animal kingdom arrived and flourished on the surface of the Earth ages before Man arrived on the scene. From early man to today’s femme fatale walking down the ramp, they have all survived thanks to the nourishment and fresh air the plant kingdom provides us. Not to mention shade, checking soil erosion, raising water table, hosting chirping birds, converting carbon dioxide (a green house gas) into sugar and giving out fresh air for us to breath. Providing timber and fuels. The list of blessings is endless. Just after India’s independence, the visionary writer and founder of Bhartiya Vidya Bhavan, Dr. K.M. Munshi launched the ‘vanmahotsava’, for planting trees around Delhi in July every year, for halting the march of the desert. At that time he was lampooned and called ‘paudha mantri’, instead of Minister of Agriculture, that he was. Much later, Sunderlal Bahuguna started the ‘Chipko’ movement, where the locals would just hug the trees tightly, and prevent the timber mafia from felling them. But the mayhem goes on.

In more recent times, thousands of trees along the highways have been allowed to be cut illegally, to make way for commercial hoardings, all protests notwithstanding. This spate of unconscionable mass felling of trees along the roads is reminiscent of the shenanigans of the billboard fraternity in the United States in the early 30s. This drove the humorist, Ogden Nash to pen in 1933 a parody, ‘Song of the Open Road’ thus:
“I think that I shall never see
A billboard as lovely as a tree.
Perhaps unless the billboards fall,
I’ll never see a tree at all. “
The parody was inspired by the best poetic tribute to trees ever made, viz. ‘Trees’, by Joyce Kilmer. The opening and the closing lines of the poem are:
“I think I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”

All ancient cultures have wisely worshipped and revered trees, for more than one reasons. From childhood we learnt to worship trees. I feel the same reverence for the trees and plants – from the holy tusli to the giant Redwoods. Ancient rulers in India always donated a temple grove and a tank to every village. This provided shade and cool resting place for the fatigued pilgrim, and helped to preserve water table and helped in water harvesting, for the draught periods. Driven by Mammon or ignorance, those who wield the axe do not know what heinous crime they are committing against humanity and our planet. They are the very breath of life.

For good measure, Nash had also written elsewhere:
“Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road. “

We would do well to guard our trees, the gift of life that Nature has blessed us with. And how will our Bollywood survive, if there are no longer any trees for the mandatory song and dance number, with the hero and the heroine, running around it, with the lady in her rain-soaked diaphanous sari.

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