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By Farhad Manjoo
April 5, 2005 | "Business books are boring," Martin Kihn writes
early in "House of Lies," a book that, the inside flap informs us,
the Library of Congress catalogs as a business book. But no matter;
irony is Kihn's métier. So let's let him continue the
thought: "Business books are boring. They are bloated compendiums of
half-baked ideas committed in fourth grade prose. Their purpose is
to transform a commonsense concept or two into a consulting career
through the catalyst of hollow jargon."
With this inauguration, Martin Kihn sets out to write the anti-
business book business book. In Kihn's view, corporate America isn't
the gleaming place you'll find in business strategy classics
like "Built to Last" and "Reengineering the Corporation." The common-
sense concept Kihn wants to convey regarding American corporate
culture is that it has no common sense; in "House of Lies" business
culture is arbitrary, illogical and humorless, and it's dominated by
a set of leaders whose abiding talent is shameless trickery. These
leaders are called management consultants. If you work for an
American corporation of any respectable size, you've likely heard of
them, though you can be forgiven for not knowing exactly what it is
these people do. What they do is not quite clear to anyone, not
even, it turns out, to the consultants themselves; how the business
world suffers under their dominion is unknown, though it's obvious
that the consultants themselves suffer untold indignities. We know
this because Martin Kihn tells us so, and he knows it because
several years ago, more or less accidentally, in the way that Gregor
Samsa once woke up as a cockroach, Martin Kihn became a management
consultant. Now, here, he's spilling his guts.
Kihn has good reason to be angry at business books. It was a
business book, he suggests, that introduced him to the idea of
management consulting, and therefore kind of ruined his life. Once
upon a time, Kihn was a normal, likable fellow. At Yale, he wanted
to be a poet. He loved the ballet. He married a musician. He wrote
for Spy and GQ -- clever dispatches on Harold Bloom, Hal Hartley and
David Byrne. Then he got a gig in TV, an improbably successful run
as head writer on the seminal 1990s VH1 show "Pop-Up Video," where
he was called upon to slap snarky bits of trivia onto popular videos
of the day. This life -- the ballet, the wife, the job in TV --
doesn't sound half bad. Nice as it was, though, Kihn, like the rest
of us, wanted more money. And one day, after picking up a business
book by a management consultant identified here only as "The
Rainmaker," a book that was so simply written it surprised him that
it "could be sold in the grown-ups' section," Kihn hit upon an idea
for cashing in. He would quit TV. He would go to business school. He
would become a management consultant. How hard could it be?
Harder, and more bizarre, it turns out, than anything he'd ever
imagined. "House of Lies" is being marketed as an exposé of the
management consulting industry -- a tome designed, press materials
included with the book say, to bring down the "mysterious and
powerful people in America." In one sense, it lives up to that
billing. Kihn does show that the whole business of management
consulting is a charade in which neither the consultants nor the
businesses who hire them profit from the arrangement. But Kihn knows
that attacking management consultants for being superfluous is too
easy a trick, like pointing out that Michael Jackson is weird, or
that Maureen Dowd's columns are often loopy; we already know this.
That's why he declares in his prologue that he doesn't really want
to write an exposé -- instead, it's a cautionary tale. The real
story here focuses on the damnable daily life of the modern
management consultant.
Kihn's breezy, Jay McInerney-inspired writing style renders this
drudgery precisely, often hilariously. It's the natural condition
for corporate workers to hate management consultants. In the popular
culture they're seen as arrogant, effete Ivy League SOBs who've
never worked a day on an assembly line but who still want to tell
the old-timers what to do, or whom to fire. The thing is, though,
they probably work more hours than you, their jobs are likely more
difficult than yours, and they've got to put up with more annoying
people than you do, too. They get more money, but not that much
more. At first, "House of Lies" seems to set out to make us hate
management consultants; its subtitle is "How Management Consultants
Steal Your Watch and Then Tell You the Time." But don't be surprised
if Kihn's book inspires pity, if not respect, for these guys;
they're a sorry bunch, and maybe it's time we were all a little
nicer to them.
"To be a management consultant is to be always on the defensive,"
Kihn writes. Everyone's always asking the consultant who died and
made him the expert. "What do you know about my business?" clients
ask. And those taunts are "nothing compared to the utter,
irredeemable, unknowing cruelty of one's parents, siblings, and
friends when they ask -- as they always do -- quite coolly but not
without a certain challenge to their tone: So, what do you actually
do?"
"This is a wickedly difficult question," Kihn writes, "one that
cannot, in truth, be answered." This seems like a cop-out at first,
but as we move through the book it begins to ring true; in Kihn's
narrative, there is ever less purpose to the consultants' existence.
Consultants aren't hired for their expertise, Kihn points out. Nor
are they hired for their ability to make strategic business
decisions, or to offer recommendations to a firm that anyone will be
expected to act upon. That's because, of course, consultants don't
have much specialized knowledge in many of their clients'
industries -- and so, for instance, because they don't know tires,
they don't attempt to offer any specialized knowledge on tires, and
any advice they offer will be ignored, because, well, they don't
know what they're talking about. Consultants are often hired to
search through and organize massive amounts of corporate data, but
Kihn gives no indication that consultants are any good at such labor-
intensive tasks. In the instances he describes, the consultants
certainly don't succeed.
Kihn ultimately suggests in a moment of epiphany that the real
reason firms hire consultants is stunningly simple, and ridiculous:
It makes companies feel good. For the most part, it turns out,
companies using consultants aren't doing all that badly (if they
were, they couldn't afford the consultants). Firms that solicit the
services of consultants are actually some of the biggest, richest
corporations in the world, and they'd do fine without extra help. So
why do they hire them? Because they can, Kihn says -- because
consultants, like limos and fancy office parties, are a luxury, and
companies like to indulge in luxuries. In Kihn's telling,
consultants are like extremely well-educated corporate call girls.
The clients don't care to listen to what consultants have to say;
they just want to see them go through the motions.
Consulting, like prostitution, is one of those careers one chooses
out of desperation; business students don't want to be consultants,
but when they're done with their MBAs they pick up consulting as a
short-term gig, something they think of as an easy way to pay off
their student loans. In business school consulting looks glamorous --
the tragedy, Kihn says, is that the kids have no idea what they're
getting into.
Though "House of Lies" is exceedingly smart and funny, over a couple
hundred pages it also turns unsettling, depressing and tragic. The
book is penned in the second-person ("I will not use that pronoun
again," the book begins), a technique that brings the action close,
smashing your face tight against the ugly goings-on. Kihn isn't
saying, after all, that he attended Columbia business school after
getting rejected by Harvard, and then joined an unnamed "top-tier
consulting firm" after getting rejected by McKinsey (the topmost-
tier consulting firm), and that, in the week after he started
working at this firm, the dot-com crash roiled the business world
and he watched the entire consulting industry implode in a haze of
jargon and lies and incompetence. Kihn's story is that all this
happened to you -- this could have been your awful life. Anyone is
at risk.
Consulting is like prostitution in another way, too -- it's a
surprisingly physically taxing exercise. Every Monday morning, the
consultant departs for his client's far-off plant. He remains there,
working day and night, with bad food, little sleep and no friends,
until Thursday afternoon. So consuming is this nomadic routine that
for the consultant travel arrangements become a constant
obsession. "There is no topic of conversation more galvanizing,
powerful, and useful among groups of top-tier management consultants
than the accoutrements of travel -- hotel facilities, American v.
United, Hertz v. Avis ..." To the consultant these things take on
the quality of a religion; in an ever-shifting world, national
airlines and chain hotels are all that sustain them.
Well, actually, that's not all -- they also have jargon, which Kihn
points out is of an altogether different sort than that of most
other professionals. Doctors or lawyers use inside words to exclude
outsiders, while consultants' jargon "must exclude without being
unapproachable," he says. Consultants' language "must function along
very slender dimensions," Kihn writes, "creating a patina of
authority while also seeming quite clearly to say something to the
listener ..." Kihn draws up a dozen-page-long glossary of consultant
jargon, many of whose words and phrases perform this double duty,
excluding while not seeming exclusionary ("blue sky"
for "brainstorm," or "bio break" for defecation).
But jargon is a poor substitute for actual language -- for talking,
for fighting, for laughing, crying -- and such human expressions are
nowhere to be found in the consulting world. Management consulting
as Kihn describes it is in the end a chilling, lifeless pursuit, in
which "unsolicited opinions are a one-way ticket to a counsel out,"
which is jargon for the pink slip. "Sacking is the payment for clear
points of view ... No war talk, peace talk, tax talk, or talk show
talk. No blather about Ireland, North Korea, southern Canada. No
moments when frustration escalates, the rage appears upon the
surface of your blood and you thwack! the team room table --
say, 'What an ASSHOLE!' No. No assholes. No whats. No frustration,
escalation, genetics ... no rage."
Given the difficult lives consultants lead, and the dubious payoff
for all of their efforts, you'd think someone in the American
business community would have wised up already. You'd think
consulting would be on the wane. But it's not. Though the industry
shrinks during recessions, during boom time there's always more work
for high-priced, useless outside advisors. The situation underscores
the latent absurdity of the American corporate world. Business
people, especially successful business people at huge corporations,
are thought of as rational, serious, logical people. "House of Lies"
shows you that business, like much of the rest of life, is
ultimately a silly enterprise. All royalty needs court jesters; for
the kings and queens of American business, consultants are necessary
comic relief.
