I tucked into my first book of the vacation ready for some intellectual stimulation. Just because the sun is out doesn’t mean I can’t learn something that might improve me professionally, right?
The Black Swan turned out to be (as advertised) well-written and well-argued. Also an incredibly subversive read for a girl with a specialty in financial services who makes her living writing speeches for corporate types. This book could get me fired, I thought, even as I giggled my way guiltily through the author’s dissection of…well, all the things that pay my mortgage, like narrative and causality and forecasting.
So my next selection – Brother Ray, the autobiography of Ray Charles – is turning out to be lemon sorbet for my overstimulated brain. And while I thought I would be reading it from my perspective as a musician, the speechwriter in me is extremely impressed at how the co-author, David Ritz, has captured Charles’ voice perfectly.