Posts Tagged ‘revenge’

Pretty Close to Your Stop, Aren’t We? And Other Ways to Surrender Gracefully (law 22)

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

surrenderSurrender. That’s law 22 in The 48 Laws of Power. If you can’t win, surrender. It transforms weakness into power. The theory is that it is better to surrender, and come back fighting another day, than to get defeated.

It’s classic military strategy. After all, if you lose half your troops in a bloody firefight you can’t win, how are you going to come back and defeat the enemy later? All your resources are gone. If you lose the battle, you may not win the war. But if you surrender the battle, you can regroup, restrategize, and come back to win the war in the end. All you lose is pride.

That, of course, is why this strategy needs to be one of the laws of power—because most people think it is better to lose a battle but have the pride of having fought it than to surrender and save your skin. Sometimes it is. It’s just a matter of whether you are pursuing victory or a reputation. Sometimes you need a reputation in order to get to the point of victory, so both techniques could come into play.

In Ham on Rye, the story of his childhood in the Great Depression, Charles Bukowski describes his quest to go from being a wimp to a neighborhood tough guy. One thing he did was get in all the fist fights he could. He always lost. It wasn’t a strategy exactly, people just kept picking on him and his pride prevented him from running away. If he had surrendered instead of fought, then sought revenge later, it wouldn’t have worked. The local toughs would only get angrier and beat him up. The neighborhood kids wouldn’t have even remembered the instance that was being avenged. We are not dealing with geniuses here. It’s the street. It’s about proving yourself. Okay.

But later, when he had become known as the baddest son-of-a-bitch on the block, he would use strategy. He would surrender to a bully, then plan a campaign to humiliate the guy when he least expected it. He’d keep his resentments under wraps until he had a chance to serve the revenge up cold, Hamlet style, then go for it. Surrender became his strategy.

Or you could surrender in the mode of another great memoirist, David Sedaris. He doesn’t really surrender as a strategy, just as a force of habit. Does it get him anywhere? It keeps him from getting beat up, and that’s something for a gay guy on a Greyhound bus. Witness this splendid passage from Naked:

“You think you’re going to learn something from a book?” the man said, punching my headrest with his tattooed knuckles. “Let me tell you a little something, bookworm, if you really want to learn the truth, there’s only one place to do it: Chatham Correctional Institute. That’s the best fucking school in this whole stinking country. It taught me everything I know and then some. Hell, you’ll learn more on this goddamned bus than you would in a whole . . .” He paused, attempting to recall the name given to such a place. “You’ll learn more here than in a whole pyramid pull of books. You could fill a racetrack with every piece of shit ever written, but you’ll learn more right here.”

Having never seen a racetrack full of books, I though it premature to contradict him. “You could be right,” I said, regarding the scars that ornamented his battered, sunburned face. “Pretty close to your stop, are we? If not, I can move across the aisle and give you some more room to stretch out. Would you like that?”

Paybacks are a Bitch, Even in Outer Space (Law 19)

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

astronautLaw 19 of the 48 Laws of Power: “Know Who You Are Dealing With—Do Not Offend the Wrong Person.” If you outmaneuver certain people they will spend the rest of their lives seeking revenge, while other folks will just say Uncle. So choose your opponents carefully. Ain’t it the truth.

So there was a guy, and he was a really stupid guy. He went to college and got himself a Ph. D. in astrophysics. How stupid can you be? Along the way, he joined a fraternity and made friends with a lot of other highly educated, well-connected guys, and it looked like he was headed straight for the top. This guy is my cousin, not just any guy, so I know the facts.

Now, this fraternity was an exclusive sort of thing. It was a fortress of sorts. Only the “best” people could get into it and get to go away on skiing trips and Caribbean vacations with them, and all the things that the wealthy, well-connected, and too-smart-to-have-to-study like to do.

There were always other guys that wanted to join up with them, but the fraternity brothers very selectively said No more often than Yes. Sometimes it was because the candidates were dressed in a shabby manner, sometimes it was because they wore too-thick glasses, and sometimes it was simply a matter of personal taste. Our guy, the astrophysicist, he became a ring-leader of sorts. He was pretty proud of himself and his accomplishments. He thought he was the king of the world, basically.

One guy the fraternity said No to was William Anders. His pants were high-waters and his shirt was buttoned too high. Uncool. William Anders remembered it. He remembered the faces of each and every one of those good-looking, well-dressed, charismatic fools that had rejected him, just like they had rejected so many others, from their fancy little club. After seeing their smug faces, he didn’t want to be in the club anymore. But he remembered them.

Anders eventually joined a better club: the astronaut corps at NASA. It was 1963 and he became a contemporary of Buzz Aldrin. The two turned out to be buddies. Boy did they have some high times together. Along the way, they had some input into who else got picked for the Astronaut Corps.

Once you were in, you were in.

And one day, there was the dumb guy, squeezing his Ph.D. in his sweaty little fist. Hoping to be accepted. My cousin.. He seemed okay to Buzz. But Anders said “Nah . . . he’s not a friendly sort.” Anders harassed him in the interview, made him seem scatterbrained. Made him seem like the dumb guy that he was. He didn’t make a good impression on the team.

That was that.

The Laws of Power are a tricky business. Law two suggests that you make enemies so you can re-befriend them later. Law nineteen insists that you not make the wrong ones. Laws number eight and ten suggest that you keep exclusive company, while Law fifteen insist that if you make enemies doing that, you should crush them totally. Power is complicated and obscure. I’m not sure anybody could figure out how to apply all these laws in one lifetime. But hey, I guess if it was easy, everyone would do it.

Crush Your Enemy (law 15)

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

conanWe are up to Law 15 in Greene’s the 48 laws of power. It states that you should “crush your enemy totally.” I completely agree. It states that if one ember of his fire is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders, a fire will eventually break out. The enemy will recover and seek revenge. They really will.

Because folks, nothing sucks more than a half-way job. If you can find a win/win situation with people, that’s best. That way nobody has to be an enemy. But if you have to go out there and vanquish someone, you better not leave them any room for revenge. Because they will surely seek it.

Here’s the story: I was in college and living with my boyfriend in a small two-bedroom apartment on this amazing couple acres of land. There were three apartments there in all. We loved it. I mean it was gorgeous, and we did all the upkeep as part of our rent. The woman who rented the place out actually rented the two bedrooms of our apartment separately, like a rooming house. Obviously, this gave her more control over who lived there than if she just rented the apartment as a whole.

Generally, she wanted to control everything: what flowers we planted, what garden plots we used and what we planted there, how far apart the plants were spaced in the plots. (No French Intensive! I don’t like that crowded look!) Everything. She even had one fruit tree that was hers alone and nobody else could pick fruit from it. Fine, it was her property after all.

I went overseas, traveling for a few months, and my boyfriend and I sublet my room to someone else, so that covered the rent. Told the landlord my plan was to move back, that the subletter knew she only had it for a limited time. My boyfriend was still living there, of course. She approved. Everything was all set.wallpaper_killzone_06_1024

While I was overseas, my landlady, who was a real new-agey type, went to Hawaii, like she does and did her spiritual retreat, like she does. There, God supposedly told her that my time on the land was up. She informed me via email that I was not welcome back. (Seriously, I had always paid my rent. I didn’t get it at all.) There was no official contract or anything, so I had no leg to stand on. My boyfriend was in deep debt and couldn’t afford the expenses of moving. When I got back I had no place to go. What a mess. I found a new place, but we ended up breaking up. Not entirely because of this business, but it definitely contributed. I vowed revenge.

Years later, she was struggling on her mortgage and tried to sell the place. By coincidence, I happened to work for this company whose business it was to warn people that were about to get foreclosed on. She was one of them. I offered her a ridiculously low sum for a multi-million-dollar property, knowing what her deadline was and knowing that unless she got really lucky, she’d have to take it. She took it, and the land was mine. As she drove away, there I stood in the rearview mirror, muttering, “paybacks are a bitch, lady.”

She didn’t crush me totally. She came pretty close, but she didn’t. I still don’t know why she wanted to crush me at all, but she didn’t have that much power over me. And she didn’t know who she was messing with. She slipped up one time and I was there to take advantage. Sure, she had decided to sell the land, but sure as hell didn’t want to sell it to me, and not at that price.

Anyway, the lesson is: it is awfully hard to crush someone TOTALLY. Unless you are at war, literally, you never know if they are going to regain strength and come back and get revenge on you. As long as they are still alive, and still hating you, they can. I really don’t advocate murder, you know. So you could view it this way: DON’T BE A JERK AND MAKE ENEMIES IN THE FIRST PLACE!

(My apologies to law number two, which suggests you should seek enemies so you can re-befriend them. Awfully complicated idea.)