Squishy sidewalk ice
Slippery as hell, very hard
Glued to the concrete
Not near our house
Not my problem, even though we
Would all fall quickly
I get the mattock
To attack it, whack by whack
Big chunks break apart
Kick the chunks and slush
Off to the sides, clear the path
Unslippery again
Admiring my work
Every time I go that way
Walking is easy
What if I am gone?
This clear patch of path could be
My big legacy
I recently came across a quote that is playfully witty and wise. The character that is speaking is nine years old and has been home schooling, but now is facing the prospect of switching to learning in an actual school. Unfortunately she is reluctant. She is also a very clever lovable free spirit.
Sasha, the main character in the book, has just suggested that going to school will allow Nina to broaden her horizons. After she first asked Sasha to clarify what is meant by broadening one’s horizons, she says this:
Rather than sitting in orderly rows in a schoolhouse, wouldn’t one be better served by working her way toward an actual horizon, so that she could see what lay beyond it?
Nina Kulikova in A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
I find myself agreeing with her assertion. (as somebody who has occasionally enjoyed working his way toward actual horizons) But I also find myself confoundedly disagreeing (as a parent who has sometimes had to tell kids they need to do something they don’t want to do.)
For better or worse, Nina does go to school and is eventually swept up in life trials and tribulations. I don’t know if she would have been better served by heading toward actual horizons instead of the school house.
I recently read Kleptopia by Tom Burgis. While being primarily about the corruption of the financial elite in Kazakhstan, it reached into Africa, London, Moscow, and ever so briefly into the United States including a surprisingly tiny Trump cameo appearance.
I was left with the impression that the safeguards in the financial world, to detect ill-gotten capital and prevent it from gaining legitimacy, are completely ineffective. Further any time a motivated crusader tries to provide effective oversight into corrupt practices, they are very quickly fired, or worse.
When I started reading this book, I wasn’t aware it was so focussed on Kazakhstan. It is a country I know very little about, however it has always been my metaphorical place I could go with my bike and just hide from the world. I’m not yet sure if learning about the corruption of its leaders has removed some of the shine this country has had for me.
Perhaps money can not buy happiness, but if you’re an oligarch, it appears to be able to buy pretty well everything else.