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Ryan Holiday’s bestselling trilogy—The Obstacle Is the Way, Ego is the Enemy, and Stillness is the Key—captivated professional athletes, CEOs, politicians, and entrepreneurs and helped bring Stoicism to millions of readers. Now, in the first book of an exciting new series on the cardinal virtues of ancient philosophy, Holiday explores the most foundational virtue of all: Courage.
Almost every religion, spiritual practice, philosophy and person grapples with fear. The most repeated phrase in the Bible is “Be not afraid.” The ancient Greeks spoke of phobos, panic and terror. It is natural to feel fear, the Stoics believed, but it cannot rule you. Courage, then, is the ability to rise above fear, to do what’s right, to do what’s needed, to do what is true. And so it rests at the heart of the works of Marcus Aurelius, Aristotle, and CS Lewis, alongside temperance, justice, and wisdom.
In Courage Is Calling, Ryan Holiday breaks down the elements of fear, an expression of cowardice, the elements of courage, an expression of bravery, and lastly, the elements of heroism, an expression of valor. Through engaging stories about historic and contemporary leaders, including Charles De Gaulle, Florence Nightingale, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Holiday shows you how to conquer fear and practice courage in your daily life.
You’ll also delve deep into the moral dilemmas and courageous acts of lesser-known, but equally as important, figures from ancient and modern history, such as Helvidius Priscus, a Roman Senator who stood his ground against emperor Vespasian, even in the face of death; Frank Serpico, a former New York City Police Department Detective who exposed police corruption; and Frederick Douglass and a slave named Nelly, whose fierce resistance against her captors inspired his own crusade to end slavery.
In a world in which fear runs rampant—when people would rather stand on the sidelines than speak out against injustice, go along with convention than bet on themselves, and turn a blind eye to the ugly realities of modern life—we need courage more than ever. We need the courage of whistleblowers and risk takers. We need the courage of activists and adventurers. We need the courage of writers who speak the truth—and the courage of leaders to listen.
We need you to step into the arena and fight.
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The Call We Fear . . .
Before she knew any better, Florence Nightingale was fearless.
There's a little drawing done sometime in her early childhood. An aunt captured Florence walking with her mother and her sister, when she was maybe four years old.
Her older sister clings to her mother's hand. Meanwhile, Florence "independently stumps along by herself," with that wonderful innocent confidence some children have. She didn't need to be safe. She didn't care what anyone else thought. There was so much to see. So much to explore.
But sadly, this independence was not to last.
Maybe somebody told her the world was a dangerous place. Maybe it was the imperceptible but crushing pressure of her times, which said that girls should behave a certain way. Maybe it was the luxury of her privileged existence, which softened her sense of what she was capable of.
Each of us has had some version of this conversation, when an adult does us the cruel injustice-whatever their intentions-of puncturing our little bubble. They think they are preparing us for the future, when really they're just foisting upon us their own fears, their own limitations.
Oh, what this costs us. And what courage it deprives the world.
As it nearly went for Florence Nightingale.
On February 7, 1837, at age sixteen, she was to get what she was later to refer to as the "call."
To what? To where? And how?
All she could feel was that it was a mysterious word from on high which imparted to her the sense that something was expected of her, that she was to be of service, to commit to something different than the life of her rich and indolent family, something different than the constraining and underwhelming roles available to women in her time.
"Somewhere inside, we hear a voice . . . ," Pat Tillman would say as he considered leaving professional football to join the Army Rangers. "Our voice leads us in the direction of the person we wish to become, but it is up to us whether or not to follow. More times than not we are pointed in a predictable, straightforward, and seemingly positive direction. However, occasionally we are directed down a different path entirely."
You might think that a brave girl like Florence Nightingale would be primed to listen to that voice, but like so many of us, she had internalized the beliefs of her time, becoming a scared teenager who could not dare to imagine a path other than that of her parents.
"There was a large country house in Derbyshire," Lytton Strachey wrote in his classic Lives of Eminent Victorians, "there was another in the New Forest; there were Mayfair rooms for the London season and all its finest parties; there were tours on the Continent with even more than the usual number of Italian operas and of glimpses at the celebrities of Paris. Brought up among such advantages, it was only natural to suppose that Florence would show a proper appreciation of them by doing her duty in that state of life unto which it had pleased God to call her-in other words, by marrying, after a fitting number of dances and dinner-parties, an eligible gentleman, and living happily ever afterwards."
For eight years this call sat there in the recesses of Florence's mind like an elephant in the room, not to be addressed. Meanwhile, she was vaguely aware that all was not right in the Victorian world. Life expectancy was barely forty years at birth. In many cities, mortality was higher for patients treated inside hospitals than outside them. In the Crimean War, where Nightingale would later distinguish herself, just eighteen hundred men out of some hundred thousand troops died of their wounds. More than sixteen thousand died of disease, and thirteen thousand more were rendered unable to serve. Even in peacetime, conditions were terrible, and to enlist was itself life-threatening. "You might as well take 1,100 men every year out upon Salisbury Plain and shoot them," she once told officials.
But as urgent as that crisis was-as fast as the altar of murdered men grew-the fear was greater.
There was china to look after, Strachey wrote. Her father expected her to read to him. She needed to find someone to marry. There was gossip to discuss. There was nothing to do, and that was all that a woman of means was allowed to do: nothing.
Barraged with this banal pressure, Florence tuned out the call, afraid to let it intrude on polite society. Sure, she helped the occasional sick neighbor. She read books. She met interesting people like Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor. But still, at twenty-five, when she was offered an opportunity to volunteer at the Salisbury Hospital, she let her mother squelch it. Work in a hospital? Why, they'd sooner she become a prostitute!
After eight years of denial, another call came. The voice asked, more pointedly this time: Are you going to let reputation hold you back from service? That was precisely the fear: What would people think? Could she break with the family who wished to hold her close to them? To go from a rich debutante to a nurse? Could she pursue a vocation she knew next to nothing about-which in the nineteenth century hardly existed? Could she do what women were not supposed to do? Could she succeed at it?
This fear was strong, as it is in every person when they consider uncharted waters, when they consider blowing up their lives to do something new or different. When everyone tells you that you'll fail, that you're wrong, how could you not listen? It's a terrible paradox: You'd have to be crazy not to hear them when they tell you you're crazy.
And what about when they try to guilt you? When they try to punish you? What if you're afraid to let people down? That's what Nightingale faced. Parents who took her ambition as an indictment of their own lack of ambition. Her mother wept that she was planning to "disgrace herself," while her father raged at her for being spoiled and ungrateful.
These were painful lies that she internalized. "Dr. Howe," Florence once ventured to ask Julia Ward Howe, philanthropist and author of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," "do you think it would be unsuitable and unbecoming for a young Englishwoman to devote herself to works of charity in hospitals? Do you think it would be a dreadful thing?" Her questions were loaded with some many assumptions. Unsuitable. Unbecoming. Dreadful.
She was torn-did she want permission to follow her dream, or permission to leave it unfulfilled? "My dear Miss Florence," Howe answered, "it would be unusual, and in England whatever is unusual is thought to be unsuitable; but I say to you 'go forward,' if you have a vocation for that way of life, act up to your inspiration and you will find there is never anything unbecoming or unladylike in doing your duty for the good of others. Choose, go on with it, wherever it may lead you."
But that fear of being unusual, of more guilt trips, more threats, remained. All of it was designed to keep her at home, to keep her within bounds. And as is so often the case, it worked-despite the explicit encouragement from someone she admired.
"What a murderer am I to disturb their happiness," Florence would write in her diary. "What am I that their life is not good enough for me?" Her family would hardly speak to her, she recounted, "I was treated as if I had come from committing a crime." For years, these tactics worked. "She had the capacity to assert herself," her biographer Cecil Woodham-Smith writes, "but she did not. The bonds which bound her were only of straw, but she did not break them."
Nightingale was not the exception in this-in the 1840s or today. Indeed, in the so-called Hero's Journey, the "call to adventure" is followed in almost all cases by what? The refusal of the call. Because it's too hard, too scary, because they must obviously have picked the wrong person. That's the conversation Nightingale had with herself, not for a little while but for sixteen years.
Fear does this. It keeps us from our destiny. It holds us back. It freezes us. It gives us a million reasons why. Or why not.
"How very little can be done under the spirit of fear," Nightingale would later write. A good chunk of the first three decades of her life had been proof. But she also knew that there had been a brief moment where she had not been afraid. She needed to seize that power inside herself, to break out on her own and accept the call she had been given to hear.
It was a scary, terrifying leap. Walking away from a life of ease. Flouting convention. The chorus of doubts and demands. Of course this had held her back-it holds so many of us back. But for Nightingale it would no longer. Two weeks later, she took the leap.
"I must expect no sympathy or help from them," she wrote of her decision to break free. "I must take some things, as few as I can, to enable me to live. I must take them, they will not be given to me."
Within a year, she was setting up field hospitals for wounded troops in Crimea. The conditions were horrendous. Men died in the halls of buildings and on the decks of ships for lack of beds. Rats stole food from their plates. Patients huddled in freezing hospitals without clothes, some spending their last moments on earth completely naked. Their rations were unsuitable, and their doctors incompetent. It was everything her parents had tried to prevent her from sullying herself with. It was enough to scare away even the bravest of public servants.
"I have been well acquainted," she explained, "with the dwellings of the worst parts of most of the great cities in Europe, but have never been in any atmosphere which I could compare with that of the Barrack Hospital at night." By now the fear was gone. In its place was steely determination. She funded the repairs out of her own pocket and got to work.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow would capture her heroic image perfectly in one of his poems, contrasting the dreary, cheerless corridors of the hospital with the image of Florence Nightingale, going from room to room, carrying a lamp and her good cheer.
On England's annals, through the long
Hereafter of her speech and song,
That light its rays shall cast
From portals of the past.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic, period. Possible only because she was brave enough to overcome those pedestrian but powerful fears.
Her work in Crimea, done under fire and at grave personal risk-indeed, she picked up "Crimean fever" (brucellosis), which plagued her for the rest of her life-would inspire the founding of the Red Cross. Her innovations, her pioneering work afterward in systematizing the care of the sick and vulnerable, continues to benefit anyone who has ever been to a hospital in the 180 years since she stepped off the path that so many others had tried to intimidate her into staying on.
Her mother had wept when her daughter asserted herself. "We are ducks who have hatched a wild swan," she said. Imagine crying because your child turned out to be special. Imagine growing up in a house where that happened. As Strachey would write, Nightingale's mother was incorrect. Her daughter was not a swan. They had birthed an eagle. It had been a long time incubating, a long time in the nest, but once it flew, it was fearless.
What we are to do in this life comes from somewhere beyond us; it's bigger than us. We are each called to be something. We are selected. We are chosen . . . but will we choose to accept this? Or will we run away?
That is our call.
One way to see Nightingale's story is that she spent years ignoring her call to service. The other is that she was preparing herself for the mission of her life. It took time for her to see through the smoke and noise of the family and society that attempted to discourage her from doing what needed to be done. It took time for her to acquire the skills she needed to transform nursing.
In either version, fear-and the triumph over it-is the defining battle of her existence. Just as it has been for anyone who has changed the world. There is nothing worth doing that is not scary. There is no one who has achieved greatness without wrestling with their own doubts, anxieties, limitations, and demons.
As it turns out, for Nightingale this experience was itself formative. When she finally threw herself into the establishment of hospitals and the reformation of Britain's military and civilian health systems, she faced incredible opposition-from bureaucracy, from the elements, from the political powers that be. She had to be more than an angel of mercy in the sick ward: She was a quartermaster, a shadow secretary, a lobbyist, a whistleblower, an activist, and an administrator. It would be her ability to do this, persisting in the face of this relentless and intimidating opposition, to wage a patient but indefatigable battle against those who wanted to deter her, that would make her work possible.
No one could intimidate her any longer. She could not be bullied.
"Your letter is written from Belgrave Square," she said in a letter challenging Britain's secretary of state for war, "I write from a hut in the Crimea. The point of site is different." This from the woman who a few months earlier was afraid to disappoint her hysterical mother. Now when a doctor-or anyone-told her that something could not be done, she replied with quiet authority, "But it must be done." And if it wasn't-for instance, when a hospital she worked at refused to admit Catholics and Jews-she threatened to resign. They got the message.
Her experiences with fear helped her relate to and love the thousands of wounded, dying patients she would care for. "Apprehension, uncertainty, waiting, expectation, fear of surprise, do a patient more harm than any exertion," Nightingale wrote. "Remember he is face to face with his enemy all the time, internally wrestling with him, having long imaginary conversations with him." This was a battle she knew firsthand, one she could help them win.
Today, each of us receives our own call.
To take a risk.
To challenge the status quo.
To run toward while others run away.
To rise above our station.--Ce texte fait référence à l'édition hardcover.
Revue de presse
Ryan Holiday is a genius. -- Chris Evans
A clear and inspiring guide for how to develop this highest of human virtues. -- Robert Greene
Worthy for anyone trying to develop their own code, this is a superb handbook for crafting a purposeful life. Masterfully composed and highly readable, using stories from antiquity to the modern-day realities confronting all leaders, the 'march' of the chapters brings forward valuable gems on each page of the journey. Holiday's themes will remain with you and strengthen you long after you finish reading it. -- General Jim Mattis, General, U.S. Marines (ret.) and 26th Secretary of Defense
Ryan Holiday's Courage is Calling traces the history of courage and its many faces through the ages and arrives at the present day with an urgent call to arms for each and all of us. As we battle our enemies within and without, will we choose to rise-up to the call of our courage or blush and bow down to the whispers of our cowardice? Our answer to this question is about more than our sense of duty, it's about our freedom. It's about more than wins and losses, it's about our survival. It's on me, it's on you, it's on us. Take the dare we may. -- Matthew McConaughey, Academy Award Winning Actor and New York Times #1 best-selling author
[Courage Is Calling] dresses us with the proper garments of courage, something we need more than ever. -- George Raveling
Ryan Holiday shows his own courage in this book to not toe the line, to speak truth to power, and show us all why we must not defer to fear if we are to go forward together with grace and humanity. Drawing on examples across history--from the ancient Greek and Roman world to Florence Nightingale to his own critique of 'hollow courage' in our own times, Holiday shows why virtue matters now more than ever. -- Nancy Sherman, Professor of Philosophy at Georgetown University
In a world full of people riddled with fears and deeply afraid of sticking their necks out, our salvation lies in cultivating courage in all arenas of life. In this book Ryan Holiday has provided a clear and inspiring guide for how to develop this highest of human virtues. -- Robert Greene, #1 New York Times bestselling author ― The 48 Laws of Power
In this clarion call to act on your convictions, Holiday draws on a remarkable range of figures from Socrates to Solzhenitsyn. A heartfelt and passionate book. -- Shadi Bartsch, author and translator ― The Aeneid
A superb handbook for crafting a purposeful life. -- General Jim Mattis, General, U.S. Marines (ret.) and 26th Secretary of Defense
It is fantastic ... All of his books are amazing - you have got to get into Ryan Holiday, it's as simple as that. If you don't, you're doing yourself a disfavour. -- Chris Evans
Ryan Holiday is among the most psychologically wise writers I know. -- Angela Duckworth, bestselling author of Grit
Ryan Holiday is one of his generation's finest thinkers -- Steven Pressfield, author of The War of Art
[Ryan Holiday is a] self-help sage, who is now a sought-after guru to NFL coaches, Olympians, hip-hop stars, and Silicon Valley entrepreneurs . . . [he] translates Stoicism, which had counted emperors and statesmen among its adherents during antiquity, into pithy catchphrases and digestible anecdotes for ambitious, twenty-first-century life hackers. ― New York Times
I don't have many rules in life, but one I never break is: If Ryan Holiday writes a book, I read it as soon as I can get my hands on it. -- Brian Koppelman, screenwriter and director, Rounders, Ocean’s Thirteen and Billions --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition paperback.
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The book is written with concise chapters each focusing on a specific aspect of courage, covering real life examples of great people. This format makes it very digestable and extremely easy to read and re-read. When trying to apply the lessons, chapters covering ideas that were already absorbed can be easily skipped to focus instead on our weaknesses.
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You should by now know that telling just part of a story to make your point is an intellectual misjudgment.
Although you write important aspects on the need to be more courageous, you give the impression that we just need to "stick to what we believe no matter what the consequences are" or "make a leap of faith" - which can result in terrible outcomes if we fail to understand what kind of people one is dealing with or being totally ill-prepared before making the leap.
No, Reed Hastings did not just make a "leap of faith".
Neither Jeff Bezos.
Yes, they made a series of risky decisions, but they were clever enough to test the waters and analyse the market before placing all their stakes in their ideas.
Do study their biographies and paint a more accurate picture than creating a fantasy reality - leave that to J. K. Rowling.
As a final advice, please read again "The 48 Laws to Power" by your mentor Robert Greene.
There is true wisdom in there that you are contradicting in your book.
To be frank, I'm puzzled how Robert allowed you to publish this book on courage... maybe you should ask the true intentions behind the G.O.A.T.?
I do like books like this. I find them fascinating. Your generic philosophy / well-being books can be quite vague and cliché. History books have their use. But the increasing wealth of literature attempting to splice the two, tickles my pickle.
And so Holiday should be congratulated on this undertaking. Using the principles of stoicism to motivate the modern reader into reaching their potential is a just and captivating pursuit.
The reason why I rated it three stars are as follows:
- Though there is an apparent close relationship between Greene and Holiday, Courage is Calling seems to contradict 'Greeneism' in many ways. My take from much of Greene's work is that the world is harsh and competitive and you need to use subtlety and poise to navigate through life. Issues are nuanced, people are complex, so understanding people and using restraint in our interactions is key.
Holiday in this book however [this is again my take] seems to champion a rather reckless and swashbuckling kamikaze approach. 'Just send that angry email', 'just quit your job', 'just move places'. It's all very emotional and drastic.
I tend to adhere to Greene's way of looking at this, and so Holiday's proclamations come across as a naive and overly bolshy without regard to repercussions.
How realistic is it to expect a working class 21 year old to just quit their job because they dislike their boss? In an age of intense competition for jobs, rising living costs, the ongoing pandemic. Of course Holiday would respond to this saying that courage is needed to make these big decisions, they can work out - but it just seems a bit too Hollywood happy ending, idealistic for my tastes. I tend to favour Greene's pragmatism. But that's just me.
I just disagree with this idea that you should make yourself a matyr to make some kind of vague wider point; and I can't help but feel this take is derived from Holiday's own angst regarding an experience he had at American Apparel.
- Holiday also lost me slightly when he throws in barbed comments about people he disagrees with on issues such as the COVID vaccine, Trump, voting left or right etc. I think these issues, whichever side you align with, are very charged and trigger emotional responses in us all. By declaring one side right and one side wrong, Holiday loses half the readership. It again seems to be naive from someone acting as an authority on human interaction.
I fundamentally believe that there are certain subjects you're best off tackling in a diplomatic way or perhaps avoiding altogether, so the fact that Holiday seems to either ignore this understanding of human psychology or not care, then sullies my trust in him to advise me on how to interact with society.
It is perhaps a feature from North America where this culture war is particularly toxic and is seeping into many other parts of the West now. This 'goodies v baddies', 2d cartoonish view of both sides of a political issue. It destroys nuance, and creates a very dim 'right v wrong' narrative.
Linked to this is Holiday's attempts in the book to suggest some courage is bad, while other courage is good, and the determining factor of 'good or bad' seems to be whether the agents involved are people he politically aligns with., or those who are opposed. WW2 Japan 'bad', Abraham Lincoln 'good'. In reality no side is wholly good or bad, every cause is nuanced. Good and bad dwell on both sides of every debate.
Holiday also mentions that you have a duty to act in advancing 'the truth' but again 'what is the truth?' everybody will have different perceptions, different opinions.
It may be that the above is just a consequence of the author and I having different world views; and Holiday isn't to blame for seeing things differently to myself.
I can only praise the undertaking, i just found I disagreed with Holiday on much. You should give it a read and make your own mind up. It is very readable, the chapters are short and choppy and the tone is informal so you can pick it up and read significant amounts at ease.
I was lucky at eighteen to join a job that tested my mettle, but as life in general gets softer few youngsters learn to face down their fears. He’s done a good job here mixing old wisdom and modern advice.
EDIT: Yeah, enjoyed it and still dipping in, but I can’t help feeling he’s missed a trick. An appendix giving real life examples of progressively overcoming fears would’ve been a great extra to this book. (See ‘Fear, the friend of exceptional people’ by Geoff Thompson)
The book is good as it stands though, so remains five stars from me.
But that’s just me, I’m probably in a minority. People seem to like these books more than ever, and don’t seem to mind the author’s attempts at political messaging. If you’ve liked the author’s books in the past, you’re probably going to like this one too.
Erst Mal war ich sehr gespannt auf das Buch und dachte, genau das Richtige zu diesem Zeitpunkt, während der seit 2020 andauernden Pandemie. Wenn mir diese etwas klar machte, dann, wieviele Menschen um mich herum vor Angst vor dem C-Virus umkamen. Von dieser Angst ließ ich mich nicht anstecken, weder deckte ich mich mit Toilettenpapier ein, noch tätigte ich Hamsterkäufe (zugegeben, die leeren Regale frustrierten mich), ging meiner Arbeit nach, verhielt mich in Bus und Bahn wie sonst auch immer (z.B. Drücken von Knöpfen, damit sich Türen öffnen) und meine Lieben wurden weiterhin umarmt von mir (vor Fremden halte ich generell Abstand, schon aus Höflichkeit). Es starben viele Menschen am C-Virus, allerdings erreichte es nicht die Maße wie bei der Pest oder der Spanischen Grippe (hätte ich damals gelebt, wäre ich vielleicht auch anders drauf gewesen). Ich kennen niemanden, der daran gestorben ist. Es tut mir leid für diejenigen, die solch einen Verlust erlebten.
Also ich war gespannt, was Herr Holiday über Mut zu erzählen hatte. Das Buch ist optisch schön, handlich, in drei Teile kategorisiert: Angst (Fear), Mut (Courage) und Das Heroische (The Heroic). Die Kapitel sind kurz und zahlreich. Schnell wurde ich Holidays Schreibstil überdrüssig.
Weil dieser oberflächlich ist. Weil dieser sich wiederholt. Weil dieser sich so ernst nimmt. Weil dieser ermüdet. Nach der Lektüre erscheint mir Holiday als Angeber. Wichtigtuer. Schlaumschläger.
Im letzten Absatz imitiere ich seinen Schreibstil. Hier ein paar Beispiele:
Kapitel: It’s Good to Be „Difficult“ (Teil 2, Seite 118 bis 121):
„Freedom to fight, aggressively, repeatedly, for what we believe in. To insist on a higher standard. To not compromise. To not accept that the „matter has been settled.“
It takes courage to do that, that wants everyone to stay in their lane, that doesen’t want anyone to asking why.“ (S. 119).
Weiter auf S. 120:
„You have to be combative. You have to be determined. You have to be confident. No, that’s not how this is going to go. No, what you’re proposing is not „best for everybody.“ No, I’m not going to keep my mouth shut. No, this isn’t over. No, I’m not going to „tone myself down.““
Ein paar Sätze weiter, immer noch S. 120:
„Despite the costs. Despite the resistance. Despite the fear.“
S. 115, Kapitel „Be the Decider“:
„Truman and Marshal knew they would be criticized. The knew that each decision was a risk. They knew that the buck stopped with them - (…).“
S. 79, Kapitel „You Can’t Be Afraid to Ask“:
„You’re looking for a hand, not a handout. You’re looking for advice. You’re not looking to be exempted. You’re getting your wounds treated so you can get back into the fight. You’re speaking up not for the pity or attention but so the same thing doesn’t happen to someone else. You’re not looking to get an unfair advantage. You’re taking advantage of the opportunities (…).“
Gleich gefolgt vom folgendem Satz (immer noch S. 79):
„For years, the addict was afraid to ask for help, afraid to admit their powerlessness. For years, the executive sat behind their desk, struggling with imposter syndrome, afraid to ask if anyone else felt the same way. For years, the mother sat with the black dog of depression, there for her children, afraid to demand that someone else be there for her too. For years, the veteran kept their pain to themselves, hiding the true cost of their heroism, afraid of looking weak.“ -> Die Grammatik scheint mir nicht richtig, 3. Person Singular am Satzanfang, dann 3. Person Plural mit Nutzung von their und themselves.
So geht es weiter und weiter und weiter und zieht sich durch Kapitel um Kapitel usw. usf. Dieser rhetorische Griff nennt sich Anapher, die Wiederholung eines oder mehrerer Wörter zu Beginn aufeinanderfolgender Sätze oder Satzteile. Als Winston Churchill in seiner berühmten Rede „We Shall Fight on the Beaches“ am 4. Juni 1940 vor dem britischen Unterhaus sich der Anapher bediente, wusste er genau was er tat „ We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France…“ (Quelle „The Elements of Eloquence“ von Mark Forsyth). Ryan Holiday wiederum scheint nur das an der Uni gelernt zu haben und nutzt nun die Anapher bis zum Erbrechen. Es ist wie bei einer Unterhaltung, bei der das Gegenüber bei seinen Argumenten einem bei jedem Satz, der immer großtuerisch vorgetragen wird, den Zeigefinger in die Brust drückt. Darauf hat kein Mensch Lust.
Schon auf Seite 21 stieß ich auf eine Aussage, da zogen sich meine Augenbrauen arg in die Höhe (Kap. „This Is the Enemy“):
„Peoples would rather be complicit in a crime than speak up. People would rather die in a pandemic than be the only one in a mask. People would rather stay in a job they hate than explain why they quit to do something less certain.“ Klar, welchen Satz ich meine (und ja, schon wieder grüsst die Anapher)? Ehrlich, in dieser C-Virus-Pandemie seit 2020 sind die Verfechter der Maske nicht die Mutigsten, sondern die Regierungskonformsten. In meiner Nachbarschaft sehe ich sofort, wer geimpft ist, es sind die, die heute immer noch mit Maske draußen rumlaufen (ich meine draußen, an der Luft). Nicht jeder Geimpfte tut dies, aber die draußen immer noch Maske tragen (oder dem Paketboten mit Maske öffnen > z.B. meine Nachbarn) sind eigentlich geimpft.
So quälte ich mich durch dieses Machwerk, hatte manchmal sogar schlechte Träume in denen es um Anaphern ging, da brachte mich Holiday in seinem Schlusswort doch noch zum Lachen, weil er damit endgültig zeigte, wie lachhaft er ist. Zuerst schreibt Holiday über seine Zeit beim Unternehmen American Apparel. Wer sich noch erinnert, dass war dieses gehypte US-Textilunternehmen mit den überteuerten T-Shirts zu einer miesen Qualität (vermute ich, denn nach Inspektion des Stoffes in einer American-Apparel-Filiale entschied ich, dort nichts zu kaufen), aber weil in den USA hergestellt und genäht und auch sonst sozialistische Leistungen im Unternehmen die Regel war, wurde der CEO Dov Charney in den Himmel gejubelt. So meine Erinnerung. Nach und nach kamen sehr häßliche Dinge über Charney raus und mir ist nicht bewusst, ob American Apparel noch existiert. Denke, ist in der Versenkung verschwunden wie Charney mutmaßlich in seinem Wahn. Holiday war in seinen frühen Zwanzigern, als er für Charney arbeitete. Er berichtet, wie er sich nicht ausreichend gegen diesen stellte, dass er trotz allem dort blieb. Aber 2016, inzwischen älter und ein etablierter Autor, da kam seine große Stunde, als er eine kritische Kolumne über den Präzidentschaftskandidaten Donald Trump schrieb. Seine Kolumne erschien im „New York Observer“. Bis dahin gab es keine Probleme mit den früheren Stücken, aber dies wollten sie nicht veröffentlichen. Der „New York Observer“ gehört Jared Kushner, dem Schwiegersohn Donald Trumps. Warum es lachhaft ist, dass Holiday sich hier als Mutigen inszeniert? Egal was man von Trump denkt, es ist für mich verständlich, dass das Blatt, das Trumps Schwiegersohn gehört, keine kritische Berichterstattung wünschte. Das tat ja schließlich schon jedes andere Nachrichtenmagazin. Alle waren sie gegen Trump: die Presse, Hollywood, Uniabsolventen, Hausfrauen der Mittelschicht/aus den Vorstädten, Demokraten und Republikaner, es war allgemeiner Konsens, dass Trump für den Posten als Präsident nicht geeignet war (nur die dummen kleinen Leute im Herzen Amerikas sahen das anders; sie sahen in diesem Millionär immer noch einen von ihnen, der sich für sie einsetzt und sie achtet, was sonst niemand für sie tat; Trump zu wählen war ihre Art Washington einen „höflichen“ Grüß zu schicken). Nein, Holiday ist mMn immer noch der Duckmäuser wie noch zu seinen American-Apparel-Zeiten. Die Sache mit dem „New York Observer“ deute ich eher so, dass Holiday sich seiner Sache so sicher war mit der Kritik an Donald Trump (weil nun mal jeder mit Uniabschluss so dachte), dass es ihm gar nicht in den Sinn kam, man könnte seine Kolumne dort ablehnen. Trump ist ein Egomane, aber er war nie ein Tyrann oder Diktator, oder wieviele der Journalisten, die sich kritisch über ihn äußerten, sind während seiner Amtszeit verschwunden? Kein einziger. Und wäre er so eine Gefahr gewesen, hätte sich auch kein einziger getraut, so frei über ihn schlecht zu reden.
Dann erwähnt Holiday noch eine Querelei mit der Nachrichtenwebseite Breitbart, nachdem er einen kritischen Artikel über diese schrieb. Breitbart bezichtigte Holiday des Plagiats. Holiday schreibt, dass es ein Warnschuss gewesen war, man wollte ihn wissen lassen, dass sie ruinieren würden. „Didn’t work.“ (S. 272). Natürlich funktionierte es nicht, denn ehrlich, wer ist Breitbart? Nach den Infos auf Wikipedia erscheint mir diese Nachrichtenplattform nicht sonderlich groß, hatte mMn schon vor ihrem Fall (zwischen April und Juni 2017) keine große Leserschaft und Stand Mai 2019 weniger als 5 Millionen Leser. Holiday stilisiert einen Medienzwerg zu einem Goliath, um sich dem Leser als mutigen David anzubiedern. Pah! Was für ein Selbstdarsteller und Windmacher. Holiday nimmt sich sooo wichtig und ist bar jeden Humors. Nee, wirklich, ersparen Sie sich Zeit und Geld. Lesen Sie lieber das Original über David und Goliath in der Bibel, diese bieten noch viele weitere Geschichten über Mut. Oder lesen Sie Seneca. Oder sehen Sie Dave Chappelle. Dieser Tage lernt man von ihm weit mehr über Mut als von diesem Holiday.