Ode to The Economist

Steve Jobs has nothing on me.

I was going to blog about how a bad ending can ruin an otherwise perfectly good read.  A nice juxtaposition with last week’s blog about an ending saving a read, I thought, but it’s not to be (at least this week).  I’ve been distracted by The Economist.  I love The Economist.  Sure it’s full of informative articles, touching upon a wide range of issues and geographic regions (really, who else writes about Dagestan?); it’s well written with close attention to proper English usage (a friend who teaches writing claims that it is one of two publications in which she is yet to find a grammatical error); has fascinating editorials; and is well-researched.  But that’s not why I love it (although, it is why I read it).  I love it because it’s so irreverent from regularly referring to children as ankle-bitters to the obese as fatties.  The editorial that distracted me today was on what Swedish crime novels have to teach us about globalization (one of the main lessons being that place matters more than ever in a global economy).  Of course, this article only begins to compare to one of my all-time favourites editorials: what CEOs can learn from a read of Keith Richards’ autobiography.

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