2011年10月26日星期三
Japan's Corporate Olympus
The most salient feature of the Olympus scandal, which forced Chairman Tsuyoshi Kikukawa to resign yesterday, is that it never would have become a scandal at all if the company hadn't hired a foreigner as CEO. Michael Woodford, a 30-year veteran of the company, was fired on Oct. 14 after he started asking questions about $1.3 billion in acquisition writedowns and advisory fees. According to a company spokesman, there were "major differences in management style and direction."
Truer words were never spoken. The details of what transpired within Olympus may well remain forever murky. Clear as day is that far too few people so far—including the management of the company, Japanese regulators, politicians and the mainstream media—have wanted the truth uncovered. Only a small investigative magazine, Facta, went digging, and within the company only Mr. Woodford felt compelled to speak out. And only after 10 days of global coverage embarrassed Japan Inc. did Mr. Kikukawa fall on his sword.
Somehow Japanese corporate governance is always on the cusp of reform. We've lost track of the number of times such scandals have spurred reform initiatives only for managers to find new ways to dodge accountability. Olympus's board includes three independent directors, for example, but they lack corporate expertise, making their role questionable.
Back in the 1980s when Japan was about to take over the world, insulating management from accountability used to be counted as one of the strengths of the Japanese economy, since it supposedly allowed companies to take a longer term view and promoted social harmony. In reality it freed managers to use cheap bank credit to seek market share instead of profits, and make decisions based on their own relationships instead of the bottom line.
As a result, Japanese shares have performed dismally over the last two decades. The Nikkei 225 index is down 17% this year, and the average company is trading at 0.9 times book value.
Proof that Japan is unwilling to change came in the mid-2000s, when the courts jailed Takafumi Horie, CEO of Livedoor, and Yoshiaki Murakami, founder of the Murakami Fund. The two were accused of securities fraud, but their real sin was to shake up the market by mounting hostile takeovers of underperforming firms. The kind of "American-style" capitalism that would remove poorly performing managers was clearly intolerable.
Other signs that Japan is slipping back into its old ways is the resurgence of cross-shareholdings among related companies, and the low level of dividend payments, despite large cash holdings. Companies continue to hold their annual general meetings on the same few days in June, ostensibly to prevent organized crime racketeers from extorting money in return for not asking impertinent questions. But one has to ask why managers are so afraid of difficult questions in the first place.
Tokyo Electric Power, or Tepco, is the biggest corporate governance scandal of them all. The company's low safety standards at its Fukushima nuclear plant and the resulting disaster are sometimes treated as an isolated incident. But in 2002 a whistleblower exposed glaring lapses at the same plant. The company promised to reform, and undertook lots of cosmetic changes. But as Nicholas Benes wrote in these pages in June, Japan lacks the regulatory framework and culture to make managers accountable even if they were willing to submit.
Olympus has lost half of its value, so investigators will be obligated to give the public a modicum of insight into what happened. But don't count on it having a lasting impact. In the end such spectacular failures are less important than chronic mismanagement across the corporate sector, which the Japanese elite closes ranks to conceal. Perhaps that's because the men who hold the top posts in the corporate world, civil service and parliament are perfectly content with a system that is billed as communitarian but in reality serves their personal interests.
2011年10月24日星期一
Forest 'roadless rule': environmental victory or US job-killer?
Environmentalists on Saturday hailed as one of the biggest conservation victories in decades a federal court ruling that upheld a "roadless rule" to protect massive swaths of national forest.
But while the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals on Friday removed a lower court's block on the "roadless rule," the Clinton-era order protecting over 50 million acres of prime federal forests from timber and mining companies could leave President Obama vulnerable to charges similar to those levied against the White House after the Gulf drilling moratorium: that the administration is unfriendly toward extractive industries that utilize the nation's natural wealth and create American jobs.
The strong 10th Circuit ruling may be the final court decision on a matter that has now touched three presidential administrations. While the "roadless rule" has stirred up a range of controversial issues – states' rights, executive privilege, and wildfire risks among them – the central question likely to be posed to the Obama White House is how it fits into attempts to get the American economy rolling again. The Obama administration said Friday it will enforce the rule.
The Monitor's weekly news quiz for Oct.17-21, 2011
"Obama may be reluctant [to embrace the ruling] at a time when he faces a tough reelection battle and Republicans are eager to accuse him of favoring environmental restrictions that hinder the nation's economic recovery," writes the editorial board of the Register-Guard newspaper, in Eugene, Oregon. "But he should remember Americans … expect their federal government to honor their wishes to protect roadless areas for future generations."
The ruling Friday struck down a 2008 Wyoming court ruling that had blocked implementation of the rule. In 2009, the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals struck down a 2005 change to the rule by the Bush administration that weakened the order by allowing states to rewrite the rules.
Only two states – Idaho and Colorado – chose to push forward with their own plans as the courts continued to mull a case that turned largely on the question of whether the president can designate national wilderness areas or whether it takes an act of Congress to do so.
Given the ruling, eyes are now likely to turn to a Republican-sponsored bill in the House that aims to gut the "roadless rule." Even if unsuccessful, such a bill could force Democrats to defend a rule that conservatives argue is antithetical to a strong economy.
The stakes have been most evident in Colorado, where critics of a federal forest road ban say it fails to take into account local environmental and business dynamics.
Since former president Bill Clinton signed the rule shortly before leaving office, Colorado has lost nearly 2 million acres of trees to a bark-beetle infestation, leaving nearby areas vulnerable to wildfires if new roads can't be cut. Federal enforcement of the rule means "management agencies will be hamstrung from providing much needed access to manage these lands in a safe and responsible manner," US Rep. Scott Tipton (R) of Colorado told the Colorado Independent in August.
Environmentalist Tom Turner, who wrote a book called "Roadless Rules" about the Clinton rule, credited "tenacious lawyering" by environmental groups for a ruling that "looks very good for the forests."
The ruling, however, reflects a lack of practical understanding of land use, and is bad news for American energy independence and job creation, argued the Colorado Mining Association in a statement Friday.
2011年10月19日星期三
The trouble with The Cloud
Why did they call it "The Cloud"?
Couldn't they have chosen a better metaphor? Clouds burst. Clouds darken. Clouds disappear.
But then, I have problem with The Cloud — with that vague digital ether where our books and music and movies increasingly reside, always available, unshackled from the bonds of physicality, hard format or even a home computer. It doesn't matter if it's Apple's new iCloud, Amazon's cloud-based media storage, or the streaming service offered by Netflix. Each does basically the same thing — they provide me with digital real estate to store music, movies and books I own, freeing up space on my hard drive. And each has undermined how much I actually care about watching, listening and reading those same bits of media.
A few years ago, while cleaning out my grandparents' basement, I found a large, old, cardboard box that had been gnawed on by field mice, the kind of box that once held a dishwasher or refrigerator. It was crammed with music cassettes and VHS tapes and Marvel comics and copies of Famous Monsters of Filmland— a chaotic landfill of tangible stuff, a mess of touchstones from a childhood of pop culture consumption, the kind of stuff I once lingered over, ran fingers across, coveted, then likely tired of and forgot about. The box was so big, the pile so dense, I imagined a diamond at the bottom, fused by a crush of videotapes of "Late Night with David Letterman," issues of "Black Panther" and junked Styx records.
At the bottom, instead, there was a Memorex cassette. Its case had probably been lost for decades and the thing itself, the audio cassette, carried only the crumbling yellowed remains of a label once stuck to its side.
I clicked it into the tape deck of my 10-year old car. The sound wobbled around for a moment, screeching and murmuring before coalescing. It was a cassette of songs I had taped off the radio, circa 1979. If you were born before the Reagan administration, you remember when this was necessary, an affordable music-owning option for an adolescent, albeit it an imperfect and frustrating solution — every tune on that cassette was choppy and began a few moments into the song, often with a wildly excited DJ announcing the song's title, and every song ended abruptly after the first few seconds of the next song or a car commercial.
Listening, I was reminded of a time before our appetites were scattered to the wind, when there were songs that everyone knew and TV shows that everyone watched. (These days, if you grow exhausted of hearing the same songs, or watching the same TV shows, you have no one to blame but your iPod shuffle.)
And listening to that tape again, it seemed even more poignant, and more vital. No longer did it remind me that people were becoming hyper-focused information islands and mass experience was dead; that war's been fought and lost. Instead, now it simply felt like a reminder of a time when I cared about the music I owned, when I was engaged enough to literally sit by the radio and grasp at it. Because lately, though I am no less interested in music, excited by movies or anxious to read books, I don't know what that enthusiasm means when I can access all of those things on a few digital files: Do I appreciate my music, movies and books less when the format is digital? When there's nothing more concrete than a binary code?
If I've opted for convenience over shelf space, why don't I listen to music more often, watch more movies?
The other day I was telling Theaster Gates about this, because No. 1, he is a Chicago artist whose work is centered on the reclamation of old media, No. 2, he is 38 (about my age), and No. 3, he remembers a time before every song ever recorded was available via mouse click, every film ever made could be ordered through an online service and every book ever published in the history of man was moments from reading.
"Of course I would tape songs off the radio as a kid," he said. "It was a way to cheat the system. You grabbed it off the air. You captured it. And something about that process made music less ephemeral."
Yes, I said, ephemeral, that's how I feel about the media I download. And it doesn't matter if I love it or hate it, anxiously await it or ignore it — and it certainly doesn't matter if the work is a classic or a hot of-the-moment property. The ease of that download generally lessens its impact and makes it more disposable.
"Because that's how we are about the things we possess," Gates said. "It's always the woman you want who isn't available, right? Something about the unavailability of stuff, music, art, books, makes me value it more."
-----------------------
Of course, there's a touch of financial anxiety in this — as Paul Buckley, creative director at the Penguin publishing house, the guy who plans the art and design on print editions, told me: "The Cloud is the black cloud over my head. It's the black cloud hanging over everybody I know in print media and book publishing. Do I want to even be digital? I assume there will always be something tangible to hold, right? Or maybe I'm just a narcissist in this new world? Either way, your Cloud issue: This is something I worry about hourly."
But much worse than losing a job, I think, is losing a connection with the arts that made life more vibrant. And unquestionably, the Cloud has flattened my relationship with music and movies. It's given me the gift of instant gratification and endless access, but inadvertently reminded me that appreciation and availability are closely joined at the hip. To be specific, I have several thousand songs on my hard drive at home but I seem to listen to music less and less now; I often download new music from blogs, iTunes, Amazon, and usually, forget to listen to it. Last month, I bought the new Wilco album the day it was released. I haven't listened to it. In fact, I doubt I have listened much to any of the albums I have bought in the past six months.
Erik Hall is a Chicago musician, a staple of the indie scene, leader of bands such as In Tall Buildings, all of which still release CDs and vinyl records — partly, because "MP3s are a wash." It may be how he finds new listeners, "through music blogs and Spotify or Bandcamp or whatever, but it's still seen as just an MP3, one of a billion, easier to ignore. That's true for myself, too. Music is music, right? I should appreciate it no matter the format. Then why am I much less interested in playing a file than pulling a record off my shelf?"
At one time I would hunt through plastic cases and record sleeves for what I wanted; it was a pain. But the simple act of scrawling through a list on iTunes — or even simpler, typing in the title — is bloodless, dreary. There is no ceremony to the click, no connection. Likewise, once I would disrupt weekends just to see a movie — if it was leaving a theater and down to a few showtimes, I would cancel whatever I had planned, just to ensure that I did not miss it. And now, when that same scenario pops up, I have the security of my Netflix queue to fall back on. Which means, to scrawl through my queue is to scrawl through a graveyard of titles that I had to see and now feel no rush to actually watch; even worse is that many of those same titles can stream through my Xbox 360, and since they will always be there presumably, I rarely stream a new movie.
I sample, I dip in, but rarely watch.
I am like that Walt Whitman child, going forth, "and the first object he look'd upon, that object he became/ And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day." Or like, 10 seconds of a day.
Of course this is not lost on media companies.
Executives at Rhapsody, for instance, the music streaming service, recently began asking itself a question as simple as this: What does it mean to listen to music now? Are our notions of listening antiquated? It's well established that iPods have pushed us from an album-listening to a single-listening culture, what does it mean that Rhapsody users, with access to a vast library, often listen to less than two minutes of anything?
"What we found," said Jon Maples, Rhapsody's director of product development (and a Chicago native), "is more of a sampling culture, less of a depth culture. (Digitally streaming music) have been great in many respects, but it leaves something on the cutting room floor. We've come a long way in providing access to all of the media in the world. We haven't done a great job providing the relevance that should come with it.
"As my boss says, we give people a bulldozer and let them pull up to the warehouse, then we say 'Get it.'"
Meaning, something is missing, a connection that people feel with their music, their movies, their books.
Or as Jaron Lanier, the computer scientist and author of the manifesto "You Are Not a Gadget," puts it: "Information systems need to have information in order to run. But information underrepresents reality."
-----------------------
"Look, I'm not a Luddite," Gates said. "And I bet you're not, either."
He's right, I'm not. I bought an iPod 10 years ago, the week the original device hit stores. I bought an iPhone the week that device debuted. I have an iPad and a Mac laptop and TiVo and three video game systems that will stream Netflix; in the mid 1980s I had an early version of the Mac and my family even had CompuServe, the first commercial online service, and I remembering buying a CD from its crude music store, mostly because of the novelty of digital transactions (it cost about $20, in '80s dollars).
"No, you're not a Luddite at all," Gates said. "Just as I don't, in collecting all the stuff I collect, imagine myself a hard core materialist. I like to text message. I tweet. Those things are conveniences, but it's just fraudulent for people to suggest that those vehicles, or any digital vehicles, contain as much historical value or memory or meaning as my things, my books my music, whatever. It's wrong to say my stuff is being replaced by a things I can't touch. It isn't being replaced, because it isn't the same stuff anymore."
Have you seen that TV commercial for the Apple iPad? You know the one, with Peter Coyote's wizened, folksy voice, narrating images of people poking around digital copies of their family photos on an iPad and curling up at the end of a couch beside a window and turning a digital page. "We'll never stop sharing our memories," he says, "or getting lost in a good book." A twinkling, nostalgic piano score runs throughout.
I can't help think of the giant, evil teddy bear in "Toy Story 3," warm and friendly and disingenuous.
Perhaps because, at the moment, my relationship with books is pretty solid. It hasn't changed that much. I download some, but I still buy plenty of print editions, and though I am constantly in need of new shelves, it feels like no bother. That Apple ad reminds me of something the writer Susan Orlean recently said to me: "Ten years from now, a digital format will be standard and I don't even say that with regret but because that's the way technology has moved, and it doesn't really matter if I approve or disapprove, that's just inevitable.
"The upside is that it gives a writer eternal life."
Like a vampire, I thought. Virile, but soulless. And here's Apple, gently reminding me I have no choice but to join them. My long-term fear, I suppose, is that my tastes become nothing more than a clickable line on a file; or as the novelist Zadie Smith wrote in a recent essay, about the way that Facebook undermines, "To (Mark) Zuckerberg, sharing your choices with everybody is being somebody." But in the short term, choosing a digital book over a real book feels like a false choice. "That may be nostalgic of you, in the sense you can't do anything about a drive toward digital media," said Sherry Turkle, a Massachusetts Institute of Technology professor who specializes in technology and alienation. "But what is so nostalgic about reminding yourself there was something valuable in our relationship with our objects? I think that is the next challenge of technology, to recapture that relationship, instead of just repeating, that's how things are."
She told me about a woman she knows who hands down every book she reads to one of her adult children. It's a family tradition, and her kids have come to expect it. But the woman recently bought a Kindle, and now she downloads her books. So, to avoid fraying that relationship with her children, she now buys most books twice — one digital copy and one hard copy, "because there's no meaning in passing along a file."
Indeed, MIT itself has a small department, the Tangible Media Group, tasked with "researching how we can bring some of the feeling of a physical object to our digital bits," explained its founder, professor Hiroshi Ishii. That goes some way to solving one problem — the need for a piece of tangible media to carry a soul, "to provide you with that little pang you feel for a writer when you can clearly see that no one has checked his book out of the library in 37 years," said Richard Todd, author of "The Thing Itself: On the Search for Authenticity."
Which, if you believe Rob Sevier, co-founder of the Chicago-based Numero Group record label, known for its elaborate reissues of obscurities, is not a problem at all: The more availability there is, he said, the harder it is to find anything, digital or not, "which leads to the real problem with the Cloud, that there is a threshold to comprehension and you can only have a personal relationship with a certain number of your things anyway."
To borrow from Susan Sontag's 1977 book, "On Photography," and its prescient essay on collecting, We live in a world "on its way to becoming one vast quarry." And yet what is the value of a quarry with no bottom, inexhaustible and plundered without much effort and available for mining every day, at all hours?
There was a time when Laurie Anderson, the experimental artist (and Glen Ellyn native), lamented not having recordings of her early shows — films of herself performing on the street, concert recordings. "But I can no longer say how I feel about having hard media versus nothing. Sometimes I wish that it wasn't such a blown-away world," she said. "And now I think I'm happy to be the medium myself, that people watch me doing whatever I do and it goes into their memories, and maybe gets lost in there. Or maybe they savor it."
2011年10月16日星期日
Jeremy Kerley shuffles his way into the spotlight with NY Jets after the Derrick Mason mess
HUTTO, Tex. - The worn, off-white trailer where Jets receiver Jeremy Kerley lived the first eight years of his life stands on burnt grass beneath a split-trunk cottonwood tree, propped up on cinder blocks and balding tires. Pink insulation hangs loosely through the floorboards. Pockmarks left by batted baseballs dimple the rusty aluminum siding.
"I smashed every window in it," Kerley says, beaming. "Every single one."
Each evening, Kerley waited on a wooden front porch for his grandfather, Harold, weary from a daylong shift in the co-op processing cotton, to park his blue Chevrolet pickup in the loose-gravel driveway just after 5 o'clock.
Three-to-four hour practice sessions then commenced with Kerley crushing pitches against the trailer. One day, he broke the same window twice; the repairman left his mother, Charlotte, an extra pane just in case.
"Ya'll are gonna need it," the repairman said.
The boy's electricity coursed through the dusty neighborhood. Acting on a dare during class in the eighth grade, Kerley climbed out a window and stood on the one-story brick building's roof as students, teachers and the principal assembled outside to look up.
"What are you doing up there?" one person shouted.
Kerley, contemplating his options, stared down.
"I don't really know," he said.
He leapt and landed on his feet.
"I was all kinds of mischief," he says.
Kerley, a vexing Texan, compensates for his modest size (5-10, 192 pounds) with outsized performances. Once the hyperactive quarterback who steered the Hippos of Hutto High to their first-ever state title game, he's developed into a dog-toy tough rookie, twisting past defenses with enough head-bobbing confidence and hip-fakes to earn the nickname "Vanilla Smoove." His recent ascension to third receiver, due to the Jets trading Derrick Mason to Houston, is celebrated from cotton fields to church pews in Central Texas.
"He doesn't have the great, great, great top-end speed, but I think it's enough," Jets special teams coordinator Mike Westhoff says. "At times, I think he can maybe even be sudden (quickly changing direction), which is a phrase I have not used since I had Santana Moss."
Kerley's first five games in the NFL have been as adventurous as his childhood stunts down the slip-and-slide courses he configured with trash bags. On his first punt-return opportunity, at night against the Dallas Cowboys on Sept. 11, he lost track of the ball and felt the leather crash into his facemask. He then watched it ricochet out of bounds.
2011年10月13日星期四
Ricketts family turns to Epstein to turn around Cubs
Theo Epstein's journey from summer intern to youngest general manager in major league history to designated savior was quick by baseball standards.
Twelve years after starting out as a glorified gopher at Camden Yards in 1992, Epstein steered his beloved Red Sox to their first World Series championship in 86 years in 2004, then added a bonus ring three years later in case anyone thought the first was a fluke.
Next on Epstein's bucket list is fixing the franchise that has chewed up and spit out managers, general managers and presidents for a century.
After a whirlwind courtship, Epstein has agreed to a five year, $15 million deal to head up the Cubs' baseball operations department, starting a new chapter in the team's long and ill-fated history.
The Cubs would not comment on the deal, which was first reported Wednesday morning on Boston-area radio station WEEI-AM. The Cubs and Red Sox still are sorting out compensation — minor league players or cash — and whether Epstein can bring anyone from Boston to work for him in Chicago.
His title has yet to be announced, but Cubs' czar would seem to be an apt description because Epstein is being given unprecedented authority to change the culture of the franchise.
Cubs Chairman Tom Ricketts essentially finished off his two-month search for Jim Hendry's replacement over the weekend, bringing Epstein to Chicago to let him know he was going to be the face of the franchise, putting him on the same level as team President Crane Kenney. Epstein will report directly to Ricketts and is to be responsible for all baseball decisions.
The hiring of Epstein signals a distinct change in philosophy for the Cubs, who had been branded as an old school team under former general manager Jim Hendry, a scout at heart. Hendry had a difficult time hiding his disdain for the computer-toting analysts pervading front offices throughout the game, the kind that Ricketts was seeking.
The hiring of stats guru Ari Kaplan in 2010 telegraphed the Ricketts family's intention of moving into the analytical age, and a poor start in 2011 meant Hendry's days were numbered.
Coincidentally, Hendry always has been an admirer of Epstein, whose free agent signings have not always worked out. Some have been outright busts, like John Lackey, Mike Cameron, Daisuke Matsuzaka, Bobby Jenks and, so far, Carl Crawford.
Epstein always has taken responsibility for the bad ones, as evidenced by his comment last summer after releasing Cameron, whose two-year, $15.5 million deal didn't pan out.
"If it doesn't work out we have to say it didn't work out," Epstein said after the move. "I'm not going to sugarcoat it, it didn't work out. We think very highly of Mike as a person and player. It didn't work out for the Red Sox despite his best effort."
But Epstein's reputation for developing budding stars like Dustin Pedroia, Jacoby Ellsbury and Jon Lester, in addition to his belief in the use of sabermetrics, made him the top choice of Ricketts all along.
Despite the Cubs' obsession with all things Red Sox, few believed a Ricketts-Epstein baseball marriage would be consummated. Epstein was seemingly a valued employee of the Red Sox, and was especially close to owner John Henry, who reportedly hosted Epstein's wedding on his yacht.
But the Red Sox's owners like to take an inordinate amount of credit for the team's recent success, as though Epstein was just a passenger on the joy ride. One of their media guides proclaimed "the leaders of the Red Sox achieved the ultimate goal — they broke the 'Curse of the Bambino,' if it ever existed, and extinguished the suspense and frustration that had been a psycho-civic phenomenon known throughout the world of sports."
The Red Sox's late-season collapse set in motion the Cubs' secretive pursuit of the GM, and Henry did little to convince Epstein they wanted to keep him past the final year of his deal in 2012. The Cubs are expected to pay the $3.5 million exit "bonus'' in his Red Sox contract.
Epstein has been underestimated most of his career, in part because of his youthful appearance. One major league executive recalled Epstein being "treated like dirt" by other GMs at his first winter meeting in 2002, thinking he was just a water carrier for President Larry Lucchino, his mentor and one-time friend.
The degree of difficulty in Epstein's latest challenge, rescuing a financially strong franchise from a century-old problem, depends on who you ask. Some see the Ricketts fortune and the 3 million-plus attendance total for another fifth-place team as an indication the Cubs can buy their way out of their current quagmire. Others look at the Ricketts spending, the lack of ready prospects in the farm system and Alfonso Soriano's unloadable contract, and see a three-to-four year plan at the least.
Epstein will have one distinct advantage over Hendry. His power will be on par with that of Kenney, whom Ricketts insists is involved only in the club's business dealings despite Kenney's involvement in the GM search.
2011年10月10日星期一
Financing a Second Startup on Cash Flow of Your First
When daily deal sites like Groupon and LivingSocial started to heat up, Kiha Lee took notice. Capitalizing on the success of his online community for bargain shoppers, dealspl.us, the Silicon Valley entrepreneur created DealPulp.com, a startup that offers online shoppers daily deals from national merchants, many of them lesser known and seeking exposure to a wide new audience.
Since DealPulp.com's launch in January, close to 160,000 consumers have joined, snatching up bargains that have saved them nearly $700,000.
We talked with Lee about how he tapped into the success of his parent company to finance a new effort.
How did dealspl.us lead to DealPulp.com?
Dealspl.us is a web community where shoppers can find and share the best deals and coupons. We make money through affiliate relationships with retailers. A lot of merchants included on dealspl.us were telling us, "We'd love to be featured more prominently." But dealspl.us is a user-generated site, so it limited our ability to specifically promote certain merchants.
At the same time, there was all this buzz about daily deal sites. But so many of them were offering only local deals. Launching DealPulp.com seemed like a logical next step in helping online merchants who were getting left out of the local daily deal space. And it was an opportunity for us to better feature the merchants who'd been asking for more visibility on dealspl.us.
2011年10月9日星期日
Pictures of the Week, September 30 – October 7
From continued “Occupy Wall Street” protests and Amanda Knox’s appeal verdict to Steve Jobs’ passing and the tenth anniversary of the U.S. War in Afghanistan, TIME’s photo department presents the best images of the week.
2011年10月5日星期三
APPLE BOSS STEVE JOBS DIES
The chairman of the firm, credited with pioneering the personal computer, died surrounded by friends and family.
Jobs, who stepped down as chief executive in August, co-founded Apple in 1976 by selling his computers from his parents’ garage in California.
He went on to create the hugely successful iPod and iPad and died just a day after the firm unveiled the latest version of the iPhone, the 4S.
His family said: “Steve died peacefully today surrounded by his family. In his public life, Steve was known as a visionary; in his private life, he cherished his family.
“We are thankful to the many people who have shared their wishes and prayers during the last year of Steve’s illness.”
Jobs was the heart and soul of Apple, a company which he named after his favourite fruit.
He brought it back from near bankruptcy with a series of innovative high-tech products which caught the imagination of consumers across the world.
He revolutionised the computing industry early on in his career, creating one of the first personal computers, the Apple Mac, and introducing the computer mouse.
Known for his uncompromising standards, the billionaire was involved in every development stage of his company’s products and remained Apple’s chairman until his death.
Jobs had battled cancer in 2004 and underwent a liver transplant in 2009. The father of four had been on medical leave since January.
When he resigned as chief executive, he said: “I believe Apple’s brightest and most innovative days are ahead of it.”
George Osborne: from the Bullingdon club to the heart of government
When George Osborne was 17, he took part in a school debate on nuclear disarmament. He was then an A-level politics student at St Paul's in London, one of England's leading public schools. On the day of the debate, a crowd of sixth-formers gathered to listen. Osborne, already perhaps displaying latent right-wing sympathies, was to argue in favour of the nuclear deterrent. On the opposing side, his classmate Sam Bain would put the case for the CND. But as Osborne rose to speak, a rugby teacher came into the classroom to say he was required to play in a match. Osborne rushed out, leaving the notes of his speech behind. "Some guy in the audience read it out and he won pretty unanimously," recalls Bain now. "So basically, I failed to win a debate against him even though he wasn't there."
For Bain the humiliation was not entirely unexpected. Even as an adolescent, Osborne seemed preternaturally composed, somehow older than his contemporaries and with a clear idea of where he was heading and of the kind of person he wanted to become.
"We were 17, and at that point he was grown-up in a way that no one else was in our year," recalls Bain, who went on to co-create Channel 4's Peep Show and the new student comedy Fresh Meat. "He looked and behaved like a man who had already decided what he was going to do with his life."
The story of how that teenager went on to become the youngest chancellor of the exchequer in 120 years is an intriguing one. It contains many surprising elements, including tales of riotous debauchery, allegations of electoral malpractice in student politics and, at one point, an intimate encounter with the pop star Geri Halliwell – more of which later. But in many ways Osborne at 40 still retains the essence of Osborne at 17. Those who work for him now remark on his exceptional political brain, on his ability to outthink his opponents with strokes of tactical genius, to present even the most dense economic argument with an eye to what will make the next day's headlines and to know, deep down in his bones, what will win over a crowd.
"I remember many times when we were faced with a tricky political problem and there'd be a lightbulb moment," says Conservative MP Matthew Hancock, who was Osborne's economic adviser and chief of staff until last year. "There's nobody else I've ever met where that moment was so obvious – his entire face would light up and he'd say: 'No, we'll do it like this.' And it was always a really brilliant idea. He's very creative."
Yet for all that he inspires loyalty among those who work for him, Osborne has enough self-knowledge to realise that his public persona is fatally lacking. On television he comes across as stilted, lacking David Cameron's easy bonhomie and banter. In parliament his youthful features – a plump, pale face; foppish dark hair – only serve to underline the impression that he is an overgrown public schoolboy not quite up to the job of steering the country through a devastating financial crisis. His privileged upbringing – Osborne is the eldest son of Sir Peter Osborne, the 17th holder of a hereditary baronetcy and the co-founder of wallpaper designers Osborne & Little – adds to the tabloid caricature of a toff with a trust fund. His mouth, according to one commentator, "is curled into a permanent sneer so it looks as if he's laughing when he announces yet more cuts to public services".
Unhelpfully, he is forever dogged by two infamous photographs from his past: the first, taken in 1992, depicts Osborne as a latter-day Sebastian Flyte, resplendent in tails and a blue bow tie as a member of Oxford University's Bullingdon Club; the second, taken a few years later, shows him grinning inanely with his arm flung casually around the shoulders of escort Natalie Rowe, surrounded by empty bottles of wine and what might or might not be a line of cocaine on the table in front of him. Those two images have reinforced – unfairly or otherwise – an overriding public sense of Osborne as a dilettante possessed of a healthy sense of entitlement. At a time when he is championing a series of swingeing austerity measures, Osborne is only too aware that such a preconception is unfortunate.
As a consequence he carefully rations his public appearances – a tactic that has earned him the nickname of "the submarine" among Tory staffers. "He stays underwater for a long time and when he appears he prepares impeccably," explains Janan Ganesh, the political correspondent for the Economist who is currently writing a biography of Osborne. "He's very open in private that he will – in his words – 'never be a man of the people'. It's a combination of material privilege and more superficial stuff, like the way he looks and sounds… During the past election campaign, for instance, he was not visible. That was because he knew he was more of an asset behind the scenes."
Osborne at 17 could win a school debate without having to appear in person, but simply by having someone else read out his cleverly structured arguments. Twenty-three years later, as chancellor of the exchequer, that same strategy has been successfully refined and redeployed, albeit on a rather larger scale.
For Sam Bain, Osborne's erstwhile debating partner, there is a feeling of inevitability about his classmate's rise to power. "I certainly feel very old now looking at him as chancellor, but thinking about how he got there, it does make sense," he says. "You probably have to be working at it for 20 years or more to achieve that. It does speak of someone who is very single-minded, and whether or not you agree with his politics, that's a pretty extraordinary thing."
To those who have observed his ascent from the outside, Osborne has always seemed to know exactly where he was going. Friends say that he is adamant that there was no steady teleological process – after graduating with a 2:1 in modern history from Magdalen College, Oxford, he toyed with the idea of becoming a journalist and pursued a number of dead-end jobs (at one point refolding towels in Selfridge's) before a friend mentioned there was a vacancy in the research department of Conservative Central Office. From there he rose to become political secretary and speechwriter to William Hague before getting elected Conservative MP for Tatton in 2001 and then being appointed shadow chancellor by Michael Howard at the precocious age of 33.
Anyone looking at that inexorable rise would be forgiven for thinking Osborne had a masterplan. "Actually at every step [of his career], he had massive doubt," says one friend. "It was: 'What the hell am I going to do next?'"
Although there might have been doubt beneath the surface, superficially he seemed ambitious from the off. During the early days of Cameron's opposition, employees at Conservative Central Office remember that Osborne's professional style was markedly different from that of the leader's. Whereas Cameron would come in each morning bluff and cheerful, greeting everyone by name, Osborne would walk straight to his office without a word and close the door.
"Osborne comes from this clever, entitled background; he's got this 'born to rule' attitude," says one peer. "He's sharp, but he's not as clever as Cameron."
The Cameron-Osborne partnership has always been close – they are godfathers to each other's children – in large part because of their differing strengths. Whereas Cameron is the public face of the party and the embodiment of a broad ideological vision, Osborne is the arch-tactician, the political chess player who delights in the game. He is in some ways the purest (and, some might say, the most terrifying) form of politician: driven not by any specific ideology but by the thrill of the chase, the exercise of statecraft and by ambition itself. "For him, politics is the biggest toy in the playground," says one acquaintance.
"His first thought is: what is the politics of this, both internal and external?" says a former adviser. "It's a great strength, but it can also be a weakness. There are plenty of times in politics where the right thing to do is not the politically correct thing to do. I think George is put on the spot in interviews when people say to him: 'Why are you in politics? How do you want this country to be?' That shines a telling light on him as a person and a thinker. His wiring is political and that means it is contextual, so his answer would depend on the prevailing political mood."
Occasionally his obsession with day-to-day tactics rather than an overarching strategy has led to criticism within the Tory ranks. During the 2010 election campaign, which Osborne was masterminding, he produced a "Top Tory of the Day" T-shirt for any staffer who came up with the cleverest publicity coup. "He loves that kind of stuff," says one political commentator. "He can put doing over your opponent ahead of the need for an underlying vision."
His Liberal Democrat colleagues in the coalition government talk darkly of Treasury briefings against them, always carried out by underlings rather than Osborne himself, who is careful to remain charming in person. "Of course it's partly Treasury arrogance – the institutional inability to give any other department credit," says Liberal Democrat peer Lord Oakeshott, who quit as a House of Lords Treasury spokesman earlier this year in protest at Osborne's failure to take strong enough action on bank bonuses. "Osborne is a very, very clever operator. He's got a real eye for the political main chance."
And yet Cameron – who is five years older than his chancellor – has been canny enough to harness this to his own advantage: he already has the advice of Steve Hilton (Cameron's director of strategy) for blue-sky thoughts about Big Societies and the like. Osborne, by contrast, provides the hard-headed calculation. He also has more liberal instincts than Cameron on issues such as abortion and gay adoption. A low-tax, small-state Conservative, he is said to find some of Cameron's money-guzzling social and environmental initiatives baffling. And Osborne can be radical: as a new backbencher, he proposed that the royal family should pay rent for Kensington Palace. It is for these reasons, says Ganesh, that "Cameron absolutely counts on him". They are a complementary partnership.
Unlike Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, whose alleged gentlemen's agreement in 1994 over who would stand for the leadership became part of New Labour political mythology, Osborne insists he struck no such bargain. "There was no deal over the rabbit polenta," he said in an interview six years ago with the Daily Telegraph. That, of course, does not mean he has no ambitions for the leadership – quite the contrary.
"To be a politician at that level, you have to take yourself very seriously and believe you can be leader," says a former Conservative MP who used to work for Osborne. "But I think they learned a lesson from the Blair-Brown years. And that was: never, ever let it happen to us. They are genuinely brothers-in-arms. They've always both just put winning at the top of their list, even if their outlooks and priorities are different."
The door between No 10 and the Treasury at No 11 is always open – in stark contrast to some previous regimes – and the prime minister trusts Osborne enough to allow him to chair the daily 4pm strategy meeting with Cameron's inner team if he is away.
"They were always very close," says one former Conservative cabinet minister, "but David was always clearly the dominant figure in that partnership. When I first met George and David for discussions, George would be silent. He would occasionally chip in, but it was evident that there was a lack of assertiveness and self-confidence. I think that's changed. He's grown in stature very encouragingly, because he needed to if he was going to be effective."
How would his lack of confidence manifest itself? "You'd notice it. There was a certain nervousness."
Again, there is a disparity here between the public and private Osborne. In public he comes across as being almost too confident for his own good; smoothly assured that his deficit-reduction plan is the right course of action even though almost no other western nation has followed suit and some economists continue to predict fiscal measures will cause sluggish growth and high unemployment for decades.
According to one senior adviser: "That's when his political instincts come straight through and he says: 'OK, I'm going to take some flak for this; I'll fight my corner.' I've not seen any impression of any particular gloominess. He's not often shy of political jousting." He is also well-regarded on the international stage, counting Christine Lagarde, the head of the International Monetary Fund, and US Treasury secretary Tim Geithner among his admirers (not bad for someone who used to have a beginner's guide to economics in his office).
In private, however, there are signs that his self-assurance in parliament is something of an act. At parties he often appears uncomfortable and guarded, as though constantly on the lookout for a potential conversational banana skin. People who meet him outside the House of Commons find him difficult to connect with. "There's an emotional distance there," says one. "Everyone who works with him says he's so charming, but I must admit I've always found him rather charmless."
And it is true that in the corridors of power it is difficult to find anyone with a bad word to say about him on a personal level. Even his most strident critics admit he is likeable, even if his policies aren't.
In coalition he has, according to one Liberal Democrat, been "a courteous colleague. He's a very smooth operator". After the election Osborne made a point of going to business secretary Vince Cable's office to introduce himself, even though it is customary for the more junior minister to make the effort. "He is always polite, quick and very sharp," says one Liberal Democrat. This in spite of the fact that, according to one Conservative peer, Osborne finds the constraints of coalition "extremely irksome". His relationship with Cable is said to be good – at least on the surface – but, says the Lib Dem: "We have to warn Vince about Osborne, because when someone's being nice to him he lets his guard drop."
Within his close team of young advisers – chief of staff Rupert Harrison, special advisers Eleanor Shawcross and Ramesh Chhabra are all in their late 20s or early 30s – he inspires almost fanatical loyalty. They are keen to stress his quick wit and dark, acerbic humour (although the best Osborne joke I heard was his remark during a Christmas party attended by the rapper 50 Cent. He is said to have quipped to guests: "That's Mr Cent to you"), his sympathetic attitude to mothers who need to knock off early if their child is ill and his willingness to give career advice to up-and-coming politicos.
Time and again I am told that "the worst thing you can do in a meeting with George is not to speak your mind". No one I talk to has ever seen him get angry, which suggests a remarkable level of self-control. "No, I've never seen him lose it," says Hancock. "He gets passionate about things, but that's different." There is certainly no phone throwing these days in No 11.
"The people who work for him say that Osborne is young enough to remember what it was like to have a boss," says Ganesh. "People say he's considerate, and as a result of this he engenders a lot of residual personal loyalty. He's developed a parliamentary following – MPs like Greg Hands, Claire Perry, Matt Hancock – all of whom worked for Osborne at some stage and who have retained their former loyalty."
If he ever did decide to stand for leader, an Osbornite cabal would already be in place.
Osborne was borN in 1971, the eldest of four brothers in a liberal-leaning, bohemian family. His mother, Felicity Loxton-Peacock, was a former debutante turned anti-Vietnam protester who eventually switched to voting Conservative after Margaret Thatcher became leader. His father, also liberal-minded, set up the family wallpaper business around the kitchen table in Notting Hill. It was, Osborne has said in the past, "a metropolitan upbringing [rather] than a landed, shire-county upbringing" of the kind David Cameron enjoyed.
The fact that he turned out a Tory is a cause of some amusement among his extended family. His brothers – Adam, Benedict and Theo – have all followed less conventional paths. Adam Osborne is a doctor who was suspended from the General Medical Council for six months last year after improperly prescribing drugs to a cocaine-addicted escort. He converted to Islam to marry his wife Rahala in 2009. Benedict is a graphic designer, while Theo runs an online bookmaking company.
As a child Osborne was, by his own admission, "the most sensible out of all the kids. I was extremely well behaved." His love of learning earned him the nickname "Knowledge" from his siblings.
In reality the name his parents gave him was Gideon, which he famously chose to drop at the age of 13 for the more straightforward George (his grandfather's name) because "life was easier as a George". Some of his classmates at St Paul's believe Osborne made the change in order to sound less exotic and "more prime ministerial". "It certainly falls in with my profile of someone who was already thinking about his image," says one.
At school he was clearly bright, but not especially popular. His personal tutor Mike Seigel remembers him as "one of the most talented students I came across in a quarter of a century. He had a determination to do well." Osborne went on to Oxford, where he edited the university magazine Isis in 1992 and produced a special edition partially printed on hemp paper to indicate the importance of "green issues".
Unlike his future boss William Hague, who had graduated from Magdalen a decade before, Osborne did not get involved in the Oxford Union. But as a 19-year-old he did stand for the post of Entertainments Representative in his college junior common room (JCR) along with a friend. It was here, perhaps, amid the cut-price beer and freshers' high jinks, that he got his first taste for politics. In fact his electioneering was so enthusiastic his rival for the position wrote a letter of complaint to the JCR vice president outlining Osborne's underhand tactics.
The letter, dated 15 November 1990, reads: "I wish to lodge a complaint concerning electorate malpractice on the part of Messrs George Osborne and [the friend] on three counts, namely:
1 The dissemination of five different wordings of posters, instead of the mandatory two. * News
* Politics
* George Osborne
George Osborne: from the Bullingdon club to the heart of government
The politician has always operated on the fringes of the most elite institutions, but prefers to stay out of sight
*
o
o
o reddit this
* Comments (82)
* Elizabeth Day
*
o Elizabeth Day
o guardian.co.uk, Saturday 1 October 2011 14.09 BST
o Article history
George Osborne
George Osborne 'is driven not by any specific ideology but by the thrill of the chase'. Photograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images
This article is the subject of a legal complaint made on behalf of Nat Rothschild.
When George Osborne was 17, he took part in a school debate on nuclear disarmament. He was then an A-level politics student at St Paul's in London, one of England's leading public schools. On the day of the debate, a crowd of sixth-formers gathered to listen. Osborne, already perhaps displaying latent right-wing sympathies, was to argue in favour of the nuclear deterrent. On the opposing side, his classmate Sam Bain would put the case for the CND. But as Osborne rose to speak, a rugby teacher came into the classroom to say he was required to play in a match. Osborne rushed out, leaving the notes of his speech behind. "Some guy in the audience read it out and he won pretty unanimously," recalls Bain now. "So basically, I failed to win a debate against him even though he wasn't there."
For Bain the humiliation was not entirely unexpected. Even as an adolescent, Osborne seemed preternaturally composed, somehow older than his contemporaries and with a clear idea of where he was heading and of the kind of person he wanted to become.
"We were 17, and at that point he was grown-up in a way that no one else was in our year," recalls Bain, who went on to co-create Channel 4's Peep Show and the new student comedy Fresh Meat. "He looked and behaved like a man who had already decided what he was going to do with his life."
The story of how that teenager went on to become the youngest chancellor of the exchequer in 120 years is an intriguing one. It contains many surprising elements, including tales of riotous debauchery, allegations of electoral malpractice in student politics and, at one point, an intimate encounter with the pop star Geri Halliwell – more of which later. But in many ways Osborne at 40 still retains the essence of Osborne at 17. Those who work for him now remark on his exceptional political brain, on his ability to outthink his opponents with strokes of tactical genius, to present even the most dense economic argument with an eye to what will make the next day's headlines and to know, deep down in his bones, what will win over a crowd.
"I remember many times when we were faced with a tricky political problem and there'd be a lightbulb moment," says Conservative MP Matthew Hancock, who was Osborne's economic adviser and chief of staff until last year. "There's nobody else I've ever met where that moment was so obvious – his entire face would light up and he'd say: 'No, we'll do it like this.' And it was always a really brilliant idea. He's very creative."
Yet for all that he inspires loyalty among those who work for him, Osborne has enough self-knowledge to realise that his public persona is fatally lacking. On television he comes across as stilted, lacking David Cameron's easy bonhomie and banter. In parliament his youthful features – a plump, pale face; foppish dark hair – only serve to underline the impression that he is an overgrown public schoolboy not quite up to the job of steering the country through a devastating financial crisis. His privileged upbringing – Osborne is the eldest son of Sir Peter Osborne, the 17th holder of a hereditary baronetcy and the co-founder of wallpaper designers Osborne & Little – adds to the tabloid caricature of a toff with a trust fund. His mouth, according to one commentator, "is curled into a permanent sneer so it looks as if he's laughing when he announces yet more cuts to public services".
Unhelpfully, he is forever dogged by two infamous photographs from his past: the first, taken in 1992, depicts Osborne as a latter-day Sebastian Flyte, resplendent in tails and a blue bow tie as a member of Oxford University's Bullingdon Club; the second, taken a few years later, shows him grinning inanely with his arm flung casually around the shoulders of escort Natalie Rowe, surrounded by empty bottles of wine and what might or might not be a line of cocaine on the table in front of him. Those two images have reinforced – unfairly or otherwise – an overriding public sense of Osborne as a dilettante possessed of a healthy sense of entitlement. At a time when he is championing a series of swingeing austerity measures, Osborne is only too aware that such a preconception is unfortunate.
As a consequence he carefully rations his public appearances – a tactic that has earned him the nickname of "the submarine" among Tory staffers. "He stays underwater for a long time and when he appears he prepares impeccably," explains Janan Ganesh, the political correspondent for the Economist who is currently writing a biography of Osborne. "He's very open in private that he will – in his words – 'never be a man of the people'. It's a combination of material privilege and more superficial stuff, like the way he looks and sounds… During the past election campaign, for instance, he was not visible. That was because he knew he was more of an asset behind the scenes."
Osborne at 17 could win a school debate without having to appear in person, but simply by having someone else read out his cleverly structured arguments. Twenty-three years later, as chancellor of the exchequer, that same strategy has been successfully refined and redeployed, albeit on a rather larger scale.
For Sam Bain, Osborne's erstwhile debating partner, there is a feeling of inevitability about his classmate's rise to power. "I certainly feel very old now looking at him as chancellor, but thinking about how he got there, it does make sense," he says. "You probably have to be working at it for 20 years or more to achieve that. It does speak of someone who is very single-minded, and whether or not you agree with his politics, that's a pretty extraordinary thing."
Hague, Cameron adn Osborne True blues: Osborne (right) became shadow chancellor to William Hague (left) at the age of 33 in 2005, and chancellor to David Cameron (centre) in May 2010. Photograph: Andrew Parsons/PA
To those who have observed his ascent from the outside, Osborne has always seemed to know exactly where he was going. Friends say that he is adamant that there was no steady teleological process – after graduating with a 2:1 in modern history from Magdalen College, Oxford, he toyed with the idea of becoming a journalist and pursued a number of dead-end jobs (at one point refolding towels in Selfridge's) before a friend mentioned there was a vacancy in the research department of Conservative Central Office. From there he rose to become political secretary and speechwriter to William Hague before getting elected Conservative MP for Tatton in 2001 and then being appointed shadow chancellor by Michael Howard at the precocious age of 33.
Anyone looking at that inexorable rise would be forgiven for thinking Osborne had a masterplan. "Actually at every step [of his career], he had massive doubt," says one friend. "It was: 'What the hell am I going to do next?'"
Although there might have been doubt beneath the surface, superficially he seemed ambitious from the off. During the early days of Cameron's opposition, employees at Conservative Central Office remember that Osborne's professional style was markedly different from that of the leader's. Whereas Cameron would come in each morning bluff and cheerful, greeting everyone by name, Osborne would walk straight to his office without a word and close the door.
"Osborne comes from this clever, entitled background; he's got this 'born to rule' attitude," says one peer. "He's sharp, but he's not as clever as Cameron."
The Cameron-Osborne partnership has always been close – they are godfathers to each other's children – in large part because of their differing strengths. Whereas Cameron is the public face of the party and the embodiment of a broad ideological vision, Osborne is the arch-tactician, the political chess player who delights in the game. He is in some ways the purest (and, some might say, the most terrifying) form of politician: driven not by any specific ideology but by the thrill of the chase, the exercise of statecraft and by ambition itself. "For him, politics is the biggest toy in the playground," says one acquaintance.
"His first thought is: what is the politics of this, both internal and external?" says a former adviser. "It's a great strength, but it can also be a weakness. There are plenty of times in politics where the right thing to do is not the politically correct thing to do. I think George is put on the spot in interviews when people say to him: 'Why are you in politics? How do you want this country to be?' That shines a telling light on him as a person and a thinker. His wiring is political and that means it is contextual, so his answer would depend on the prevailing political mood."
Occasionally his obsession with day-to-day tactics rather than an overarching strategy has led to criticism within the Tory ranks. During the 2010 election campaign, which Osborne was masterminding, he produced a "Top Tory of the Day" T-shirt for any staffer who came up with the cleverest publicity coup. "He loves that kind of stuff," says one political commentator. "He can put doing over your opponent ahead of the need for an underlying vision."
His Liberal Democrat colleagues in the coalition government talk darkly of Treasury briefings against them, always carried out by underlings rather than Osborne himself, who is careful to remain charming in person. "Of course it's partly Treasury arrogance – the institutional inability to give any other department credit," says Liberal Democrat peer Lord Oakeshott, who quit as a House of Lords Treasury spokesman earlier this year in protest at Osborne's failure to take strong enough action on bank bonuses. "Osborne is a very, very clever operator. He's got a real eye for the political main chance."
And yet Cameron – who is five years older than his chancellor – has been canny enough to harness this to his own advantage: he already has the advice of Steve Hilton (Cameron's director of strategy) for blue-sky thoughts about Big Societies and the like. Osborne, by contrast, provides the hard-headed calculation. He also has more liberal instincts than Cameron on issues such as abortion and gay adoption. A low-tax, small-state Conservative, he is said to find some of Cameron's money-guzzling social and environmental initiatives baffling. And Osborne can be radical: as a new backbencher, he proposed that the royal family should pay rent for Kensington Palace. It is for these reasons, says Ganesh, that "Cameron absolutely counts on him". They are a complementary partnership.
Unlike Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, whose alleged gentlemen's agreement in 1994 over who would stand for the leadership became part of New Labour political mythology, Osborne insists he struck no such bargain. "There was no deal over the rabbit polenta," he said in an interview six years ago with the Daily Telegraph. That, of course, does not mean he has no ambitions for the leadership – quite the contrary.
"To be a politician at that level, you have to take yourself very seriously and believe you can be leader," says a former Conservative MP who used to work for Osborne. "But I think they learned a lesson from the Blair-Brown years. And that was: never, ever let it happen to us. They are genuinely brothers-in-arms. They've always both just put winning at the top of their list, even if their outlooks and priorities are different."
The door between No 10 and the Treasury at No 11 is always open – in stark contrast to some previous regimes – and the prime minister trusts Osborne enough to allow him to chair the daily 4pm strategy meeting with Cameron's inner team if he is away.
"They were always very close," says one former Conservative cabinet minister, "but David was always clearly the dominant figure in that partnership. When I first met George and David for discussions, George would be silent. He would occasionally chip in, but it was evident that there was a lack of assertiveness and self-confidence. I think that's changed. He's grown in stature very encouragingly, because he needed to if he was going to be effective."
How would his lack of confidence manifest itself? "You'd notice it. There was a certain nervousness."
Again, there is a disparity here between the public and private Osborne. In public he comes across as being almost too confident for his own good; smoothly assured that his deficit-reduction plan is the right course of action even though almost no other western nation has followed suit and some economists continue to predict fiscal measures will cause sluggish growth and high unemployment for decades.
According to one senior adviser: "That's when his political instincts come straight through and he says: 'OK, I'm going to take some flak for this; I'll fight my corner.' I've not seen any impression of any particular gloominess. He's not often shy of political jousting." He is also well-regarded on the international stage, counting Christine Lagarde, the head of the International Monetary Fund, and US Treasury secretary Tim Geithner among his admirers (not bad for someone who used to have a beginner's guide to economics in his office).
In private, however, there are signs that his self-assurance in parliament is something of an act. At parties he often appears uncomfortable and guarded, as though constantly on the lookout for a potential conversational banana skin. People who meet him outside the House of Commons find him difficult to connect with. "There's an emotional distance there," says one. "Everyone who works with him says he's so charming, but I must admit I've always found him rather charmless."
And it is true that in the corridors of power it is difficult to find anyone with a bad word to say about him on a personal level. Even his most strident critics admit he is likeable, even if his policies aren't.
In coalition he has, according to one Liberal Democrat, been "a courteous colleague. He's a very smooth operator". After the election Osborne made a point of going to business secretary Vince Cable's office to introduce himself, even though it is customary for the more junior minister to make the effort. "He is always polite, quick and very sharp," says one Liberal Democrat. This in spite of the fact that, according to one Conservative peer, Osborne finds the constraints of coalition "extremely irksome". His relationship with Cable is said to be good – at least on the surface – but, says the Lib Dem: "We have to warn Vince about Osborne, because when someone's being nice to him he lets his guard drop."
Within his close team of young advisers – chief of staff Rupert Harrison, special advisers Eleanor Shawcross and Ramesh Chhabra are all in their late 20s or early 30s – he inspires almost fanatical loyalty. They are keen to stress his quick wit and dark, acerbic humour (although the best Osborne joke I heard was his remark during a Christmas party attended by the rapper 50 Cent. He is said to have quipped to guests: "That's Mr Cent to you"), his sympathetic attitude to mothers who need to knock off early if their child is ill and his willingness to give career advice to up-and-coming politicos.
Time and again I am told that "the worst thing you can do in a meeting with George is not to speak your mind". No one I talk to has ever seen him get angry, which suggests a remarkable level of self-control. "No, I've never seen him lose it," says Hancock. "He gets passionate about things, but that's different." There is certainly no phone throwing these days in No 11.
"The people who work for him say that Osborne is young enough to remember what it was like to have a boss," says Ganesh. "People say he's considerate, and as a result of this he engenders a lot of residual personal loyalty. He's developed a parliamentary following – MPs like Greg Hands, Claire Perry, Matt Hancock – all of whom worked for Osborne at some stage and who have retained their former loyalty."
If he ever did decide to stand for leader, an Osbornite cabal would already be in place.
Osborne was borN in 1971, the eldest of four brothers in a liberal-leaning, bohemian family. His mother, Felicity Loxton-Peacock, was a former debutante turned anti-Vietnam protester who eventually switched to voting Conservative after Margaret Thatcher became leader. His father, also liberal-minded, set up the family wallpaper business around the kitchen table in Notting Hill. It was, Osborne has said in the past, "a metropolitan upbringing [rather] than a landed, shire-county upbringing" of the kind David Cameron enjoyed.
The fact that he turned out a Tory is a cause of some amusement among his extended family. His brothers – Adam, Benedict and Theo – have all followed less conventional paths. Adam Osborne is a doctor who was suspended from the General Medical Council for six months last year after improperly prescribing drugs to a cocaine-addicted escort. He converted to Islam to marry his wife Rahala in 2009. Benedict is a graphic designer, while Theo runs an online bookmaking company.
As a child Osborne was, by his own admission, "the most sensible out of all the kids. I was extremely well behaved." His love of learning earned him the nickname "Knowledge" from his siblings.
In reality the name his parents gave him was Gideon, which he famously chose to drop at the age of 13 for the more straightforward George (his grandfather's name) because "life was easier as a George". Some of his classmates at St Paul's believe Osborne made the change in order to sound less exotic and "more prime ministerial". "It certainly falls in with my profile of someone who was already thinking about his image," says one.
At school he was clearly bright, but not especially popular. His personal tutor Mike Seigel remembers him as "one of the most talented students I came across in a quarter of a century. He had a determination to do well." Osborne went on to Oxford, where he edited the university magazine Isis in 1992 and produced a special edition partially printed on hemp paper to indicate the importance of "green issues".
Unlike his future boss William Hague, who had graduated from Magdalen a decade before, Osborne did not get involved in the Oxford Union. But as a 19-year-old he did stand for the post of Entertainments Representative in his college junior common room (JCR) along with a friend. It was here, perhaps, amid the cut-price beer and freshers' high jinks, that he got his first taste for politics. In fact his electioneering was so enthusiastic his rival for the position wrote a letter of complaint to the JCR vice president outlining Osborne's underhand tactics.
The letter, dated 15 November 1990, reads: "I wish to lodge a complaint concerning electorate malpractice on the part of Messrs George Osborne and [the friend] on three counts, namely:
1 The dissemination of five different wordings of posters, instead of the mandatory two.
George Osborne in News of the World Party animal: the News of the World story from 2005 showing Osborne with his arm round escort Natalie Rowe.
2 The posting of the above on places other than noticeboards, such as doors and walls.
3 The attempt on the part of Mr Osborne to pervert the democratic process by electioneering in the JCR.
I would urge that these matters be considered with a view to possible disqualification."
The complaint is signed by RD Harding, who went on to win the election. Rupert Harding, who now works at a language school in Finland, is rather embarrassed by the strident tone of his letter. "I have little to no recollection of the campaign," he says. "Perverting the democratic process I think meant going up to people after Neighbours and asking them to vote for him." Osborne was, in any case, roundly defeated at the hustings.
At Oxford, Osborne's contemporaries remember him as one of a clique of "braying public schoolboys". His friends saw a different side – "My recollection of George is that he was a nice bloke, quite approachable, shy and very bright," says one – but his membership of the notorious Bullingdon Club did little to dampen the perception of elitism. Infamous for its riotous behaviour, the society is open only to sons of aristocratic families or the super-rich. The initiation process was to down a bottle of tequila while standing on a table. Osborne's fellow members included Nat Rothschild, the wayward scion of the Rothschild family – a friendship that would, like the immortal Bullingdon photo, come back to haunt him.
The goings-on of the Bullingdon are extremely secretive, but one of Osborne's contemporaries, who has never spoken to the press, told me what happened after that photograph of Osborne, standing imperious in bow tie and tails, was taken. "We got on a double-decker bus and drove to Waddesdon Manor in Buckinghamshire – basically Nat's family house," he says. "It started to get really out of control. I remember Nat being comatose on the lawn, being tended to by a butler who was applying cold towels to his forehead, trying to bring him round. One of the guys got into a fist fight because he was Italian and a football match was on and there'd been some racial taunting. Plates had been thrown. As usual, it escalated. It was a group of young, testosterone- and alcohol-fuelled men, many of whom don't ever have to work. I think George was mildly alarmed. He was enjoying the food and wine, enjoying watching the football, and I just remember him looking at me with raised eyebrows at what was going on. I never saw him take drugs."
On a different occasion with Osborne also present, he remembers one Bullingdon member "trying to snort lines of coke from the top of an open-top bus and the bus was speeding along so it kept blowing away. I said to him: 'You're stupid. It's blowing away,' and his response was: 'I can afford it.'"
Another time Osborne and the other Bullingdon members went for a meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant in Berkshire where, coincidentally, the comedian Lenny Henry was having dinner with his then-wife Dawn French. "We interrupted the whole evening," the source says. "A couple of the boys started getting obnoxious and talking about their family wealth and Henry said: 'Actually, sod off.' Then there was a slight altercation when a member put a cigar out on someone else's lapel and it turned into a fight and furniture was broken. It was horrible, horrible. We used to smash everything up and then pay a cheque, saying: 'It's OK; we can pay for it.' It was pretty shocking."
How did an undergraduate who supposedly smashed up furniture and downed tequila get from there to become chancellor of the exchequer? "In a sense there's no difference between the Bullingdon George and the chancellor George: they both simply wanted to be the best," explains one former colleague. "Being the best at Oxford, in his eyes, meant joining the Bullingdon."
Osborne has remained understandably tight-lipped about his youthful excesses, insisting, even when the photograph of him with vice-girl Natalie Rowe emerged in 2005, that MPs are entitled to have lived a life pre-politics. But it certainly appears from this account that Osborne liked to cut loose and have a good time. And it seems an element of that has stayed with him, despite the guardedness he is now careful to assume in public. When I ask a senior coalition colleague how Osborne made the transition from party animal to sober-minded politician, the reply comes: "I don't think anyone's ever believed he's sober. I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to relive the youth he never had."
A few years ago, at the wedding of his brother-in-law Toby Howell (Osborne's author wife, Frances, is the daughter of Conservative peer Lord Howell and the couple have two children, Luke, 10, and Liberty, eight), Osborne was, according to onlookers, encouraged to play a game of "pass the ice cube" with fellow guests. Osborne gamely agreed and is said to have found himself mouth-to-mouth with the pop star Geri Halliwell, who was there as the girlfriend of Henry Beckwith, the son of a millionaire property developer. Posterity does not record the reaction of either party. By all accounts, Frances would have taken it in good part. "She's very much her own woman," says an acquaintance. "They both lead quite independent lives."
More seriously, Osborne's taste for the high life also led to one of the worst errors of his political career. In October 2008, Nat Rothschild claimed that Osborne had tried to solicit a £50,000 donation from the Russian aluminium magnate Oleg Deripaska while holidaying on the oligarch's yacht with Rothschild and Peter Mandelson off the coast of Corfu. Such a move would have been a violation of the law against political donations by foreign citizens. A formal complaint was made to the Electoral Commission. Although the Commission rejected the claims and Osborne has always strongly denied the allegations, he was astute enough to know that it did not look good.
"He learned the lesson of his folly in Corfu," says one former chancellor of the episode. "It was obviously very silly. But the important thing was not that he did it but that he learned his lesson and that will prevent him from doing something stupid in future."
When Natalie Rowe gave an interview last month to the Australian news channel ABC in which she claimed Osborne had taken cocaine with her, the chancellor seemed unperturbed. He did not comment on the allegations, even when there was speculation that Osborne remained so indebted to the then News of the World editor Andy Coulson for not making too much of the Rowe story when it first broke six years ago that he recommended him to Cameron as his director of communications.
"He definitely thinks he's silly to have done some of those things," says one of Osborne's close associates. "But it does speak to his deep self-confidence that he's always assumed he'll be running the country and none of this breaks his stride."
From the school debating team to the Bullingdon and all the way to No 11, Osborne has always wanted to be the best. If this means the next logical step is to become prime minister, it would be foolish to underestimate his determination to get there.
订阅:
博文 (Atom)








