Gee, Arianna, tell us how you really
This is not a book for the squeamish;
but then, books about pigs (with apologies
to pig farmers) usually shouldn't be read
anywhere near lunch.
It won't take you long to read Pigs
at the Trough, partly because of
Ms. Huffington's take-you-along-for-a-ride
style, and partly because you'll keep turning
pages to find out if it'll get any worse.
Not Ms. Huffington's style, by the
way. Nope, it's the stories about
Enron, Tyco, WorldCom, and a bunch of other
companies whose leadership was obsessed
not with how to run the business but how
to bleed it of its wealth.
You'll meet a rogue's gallery of arrogant
folks, leaders of corporations like these,
and others whose model of efficiency and
market performance was to cut the workforce
in half and see what happens.
Oh, you'll enjoy Pigs. But
you'll also finish it and be hopping around
like you've dropped a riches-to-the-rich
bowling ball on your toe. You'll be
mad. And that's just what she wants.
Where Marjorie Kelly is politely outraged
in The Divine Right of Capital,
Arianna Huffington is, plainly, ticked off.
As the rest of us should be.