Wednesday, 25 May 2022

Prima Donna or Why The Higher Power Must Listen To Me


As I re-read the astonishingly good book on the new science of cause-and-effect – The Book of Why – a fascinating insight into a celebrated man is revealed.

 
Karl Pearson, disciple of Francis Galton, is considered to be one of the founders of the science of Statistics and the man who gave shape to the idea of correlation.  Writing about him in an obituary for the Royal Society in 1936, one of his assistants, George Udny Yule, said this (note that he tried to write this in as polite a language as possible):

Quote:  
The infection of his enthusiasm, it is true, was invaluable; but his dominance could be a disadvantage….This desire for domination, for everything to be just as he wanted it, comes out in other ways, notably the editing of Biometrika – surely the most personally edited journal that was ever published.
 
Those who left him and began to think for themselves were apt, as happened painfully in more instances than one, to find that after a divergence of opinion the maintenance of friendly relations became difficult, after express criticism impossible. 
Unquote
 
A micro-manager, who demanded dissent-free, unquestioning loyalty (are these related traits?).
 
I put the book down, for this – instantly – reminded me of two, no three, actually four people of my acquaintance.  Perhaps there are more I will recall in good time.  Yet, let me take two immediate examples, the first being an excellent wildlife scientist of international repute, who has done more for conserving India’s wildlife in the last thirty years than anyone we recall. 
 
He is also among the most unpopular cult figures in the field. 
 
Aggressive in the guise of ‘talking straight’, dismissive and strongly opinionated, the man first spawned a generation of fans, most of whom then broke away when the heat under his umbrella grew too hot to bear as they began to think for themselves, question and express – even mild – dissent.  He picked up fights – for the right reasons – with senior officers of the Forest Department, who were entirely incompetent to take him on scientifically and were driven by the imperative to show ‘performance’, which meant that they inflated success and suppressed bad news.  Yet, their egos needed molly-cuddling and gentle aggrandisement.  His did too!  The result was – and remains – meanness and conflict and his success has been through the stress and grind of this attrition.   
 
There’s more: young people would love to learn from him and therefore want to work in his team, but they are terrified of saying anything that would show them up as inexperienced, ignorant or both.  Or worse, what if they were seen as having independent thinking skills (fate worse than death, note).  I wonder about his early years, was he always this way?  Did he suffer humiliation and take it all too personally, when choosing a field outside his initial competence?  Or was it – in his case – a storied family of stalwarts that gave him the assurance to be, well, blunt and acidic in tone?
 

The second person is an architect, one I have known for years, a prima donna, with fandom in her circs, who believes in micro-managing the window dressing of homes she builds, because that is her signature and it must be perfect, just perfect, practicality be damned.  She is contemptuous of folks who wonder as they question (Ask me.  I was at the receiving end for quite a while) and disdainful of those who are slow – what can be worse than being slow?  (Answer: being fried in hell).  Her anxious team takes notes and scurries around like rabbits awaiting execution.  She differs from the wildlife scientist in her speed and impatience, but that is of notional interest.  The essentials are the same. 
 
Karl Pearson is hardly unique, as we can see. 
 
There is another person I would love to talk about, but will not.  What goes around, comes around…..



 
 
 
 
 
 

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