Название: Stuff Matters: Genius, Risk and the Secret of Capitalism
Автор: Harry Bingham
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежная деловая литература
isbn: 9780007375172
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This chapter has spent most of its time explaining why businesspeople may be admired but are seldom liked. It’s been an extended apology for the entrepreneur weeping tears of rejection into her Château Lafite Rothschild, for the unloved industrialist forced to comfort his grieving soul with another Rolls Royce and an extensively customized private jet. So it’s perhaps time to admit one further truth: that one reason why successful businesspeople are often not liked is that they are often not at all likeable.
I haven’t read many ‘How To’-type books in my life for the simple reason that I don’t believe most such books have anything useful to impart. But one book I did read and learn from is titled simply How to Get Rich. Its author, a magazine publisher named Felix Dennis, has absolutely no professional or academic qualifications to justify his lecturing me – me, a highly rated investment banker and Oxford-educated economist – on the topic, but since he does sit atop an entirely self-made fortune of around £750 million, I’m prepared to extend him the benefit of the doubt.
And Dennis is blunt about what it takes to succeed. Among his words of wisdom:
If you care about what the neighbours think, you will never get rich.
If you cannot bear the thought of causing worry to your family, spouse or lover while you plough a lonely, dangerous road…you will never get rich…
If you are not prepared to work longer hours than almost anyone else you know…you are unlikely ever to get rich.
The truth is that getting rich means sacrifice. And the worst of it is, it isn’t always you that’s doing the sacrificing. You must get used to that, or give up the quest.
In another chapter, Dennis is talking about ownership and tells us:
You must strive with every fibre of your being, while recognising the idiocy of your behaviour, to own and retain control of as near to 100 per cent of any company as you can. If that is not possible, in a public company for example, then you must be prepared to make yourself hated by those around you…That is the dirty, rotten secret of it all, my friend.
His book is, in fact, ‘an anti-self-improvement book’ – because it admits openly that the chances of anyone reading it and then becoming rich are minuscule. ‘The vast majority of you are far too nice.’ If it’s any consolation, however, Dennis doesn’t regard you as rich until you’re worth £40 million or so, or a whole lot more than that if you’re American. So you can be nice and still worth £39 million or, let us say, a round $100 million, which is the kind of compromise I could probably bear to live with.
The lack of niceness you need to succeed doesn’t need to be very profound – and certainly there are plenty of entrepreneurs who rediscover their inner niceness once they’ve made their pile. But it’s a rare entrepreneur who isn’t somewhat obsessive; who doesn’t downgrade their personal relationships while hot in pursuit of the almighty dollar; who doesn’t put aside a concept of ‘fairness’ while at the negotiating table; who isn’t perfectly ready to fire people, close factories, hand out rollickings, or make other tough decisions. Most of the entrepreneurs I spoke to told me that, at the time when their careers were first taking off, they were either single, or had relationships that failed, or had a partner of extraordinary forbearance. Marriages are best formed after the entrepreneurial furnaces have burned back a little.
An obsessive temperament is at work here, of course, but so is a kind of motivational minimalism. The emotional and ethical thickets that the rest of the world blunders around in don’t confuse the entrepreneur. If a particular action is good for the business, then it’s an action that needs to be taken. It ought to be taken with due regard for others – there are good ways to fire people and bad ways; nice ways to negotiate and terrible ones – but the need for the action is never in doubt. That’s why you’ll find that businesspeople tend towards a radical simplicity in the way they talk, negotiate, and operate. That simplicity isn’t the product of either idiocy or genius. It’s simply the result of having only one goal that truly matters.
The same thing lies at the root of another disconcerting characteristic of most successful entrepreneurs: their truthtelling. Most of us like to tell the truth, of course, but we’re caught up in a web of human complexity at the same time. We might know that, let’s say, a particular product line is underperforming, but we also know that Jenny has tried her hardest on the marketing side and the real problem person, Jake, feels a lot of guilt at his failures, and we prefer him by a long way to that creepy person from production who’s just waiting to stick his nose in. On top of which we have convinced ourselves that this year, surely, the market is finally going to improve. At a meeting where these things are being discussed, it’s not that we’ll hold back from the truth, but our expression of it will be compromised by all those other things that compete for our attention. It’s not that entrepreneurs aren’t aware of all those facts about Jenny, Jake and the creepy guy from production; it’s just that those facts, to them, are background. If a product isn’t selling, then it isn’t selling. If the line needs to be axed, it needs to be axed. What is to be done about Jake, Jenny, and the others becomes a secondary problem to be sorted out once the primary decision is taken.
The breathtaking simplicity of this approach is something most of us find uncomfortable, because it relegates to the sidelines all our human emotionality and complexity. That conflict, between business goals and human complexities, lies at the heart of almost every drama about tough businesspeople, from Dickens’s Hard Times to contemporary TV drama like Mad Men. It’s also why businessmen have a reputation for crassness, and an addiction to numbers and facts. The addiction to numbers is certainly there, but that’s only because numbers don’t lie about profits and profits are all that ultimately matter. It’s not crassness that’s to blame, but a frightening simplicity of goals.
Yet for all the discomfort that we may feel around formidably successful businesspeople, there is almost always a respect that goes with it. Martyn Rose’s factories made all those tins of waterproofing gunk. Rockefeller’s refineries turned crude oil into usable fuel. Felix Dennis churns out his magazines. Michael Mastromarino – well, it’s hard to like the fellow and I’m not even going to try, but even he found ligaments for those in want of ligaments, skin for those in want of skin. However complicated our reactions to entrepreneurial success, we can at least see the stuff that’s produced as a result of their endeavours, or the difference made by the services that they’ve provided. Our respect may be grudging, but it’s usually there, however buried.
No such sympathy, however, shelters bankers and investors, traders and hedge fund managers, the dark magicians of all things financial. They’re doubly or trebly cursed: Cursed once for being richer than we are. Cursed twice for their inhuman intensity of focus. Cursed three times for practising an art apparently both magical and pointless. King Edward I of England expelled the Jews because he owed them money and because there is no good PR to be enjoyed by a usurer. Philip IV of France disbanded the Knights Templar and tortured many of their members for the same two reasons. The modern hedge fund manager is unlikely to be expelled or tortured, but governments still tremble at their power. It’s to that power, and to the people who exercise it, that we turn next.