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53 of 62 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Windy, September 24, 2001
By A Customer
There's something a tad creepy about Jack Welch. Behind the tight smile is a man who, admittedly, is "full of himself." That's his blessing and curse. If you believe that building business empires is the sole aim of life, and it's worth sacrificing a marriage for, Welch is probably worth this saintliness being bestowed on him. But if you believe there is more to our existence than work and golf, this book is not for you. There's some business wisdom in the book, but one must slog through a lot to get it. Welch reminds me very much of the Frederic March character in The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit (based on Sloan Wilson's novel). Yes, he built a great business, but realized too late that he had lost much more than he had gained. This was a common profile in the post World War II American economy. Welch fits it to a T (or a W). And while his devotion to his mother's memory and teachings is touching, Freud would have had a field day with this book. The book is not horrible by any means. But I could have done without the golf stuff. There are about half a dozen photos of Jack golfing in one place or another (including with that great American, Bill Clinton). It all comes off like a twenty-year-old's showing off (he has reproduced a score card from a golf round with Greg Norman!) than the reflections of a mature business leader. There's a touch of this throughout, such as when he divorces wife #1, and suddenly observes: "Being single and having money was like standing six feet four with a full head of hair." As Chris Farley might have said when he played the motivational speaker: "Well Lah-De-Freakin'-Dah!" I can see a whole new generation of baby MBA's lugging this book around like the Bible. If you are one, my message before you buy this book: Try the Bible instead, especially the book of Ecclesiastes. There, the Jack Welch-like king who built up all this wealth and honor for himself found, at the end of his life, that it was all meaningless, a "chasing after the wind." Windy is a good word to describe this book. In fairness, Welch's co-writer (John A. Byrne), who was responsible for the prose, does a good job. The book is quite readable. But they gave Welch what, $8 million for this? I'd rather read the reflections of a successful elementary school teacher in the inner city, or two average people who value their marriage over their career plans, or a good philosopher. Not worth $30 bucks, or even $15 with various discounts.
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