I was, and remain, very impressed by a book I read recently, by Malcolm Gladwell, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
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His thesis is, I suppose (roughly speaking), that our conscious interpretations of what we see, hear and experience are only part of the story. Underneath the surface, there are processes going on that we can take advantage of, providing we learn to tap into them.
Gladwell starts by relating a case that illustrates what he’s suggesting; how several art experts had misgivings about an apparently authentic antiquity, a marble statue of a youth from the 6th century BC, that was being offered to the Getty Museum in California for a substantial sum. They “couldn’t put their fingers” on what was bothering them - on most criteria the statue checked out as genuine; but, in the event, it was indeed shown to be a clever forgery. What Gladwell claims is that there were a number of features that these experts had registered unconsciously, and because there seemed to be no logic to them, or any concrete evidence, they had been disregarded.
The book continues with accounts of a varied list of situations where this sort of concealed interpretation of sensory inputs enabled decisions to be made that, to all outward appearances, were based on nothing more than “hunches”. They cover such diverse fields as how a tennis coach could reliably know when a double fault was coming up; how too much evidence can get in the way of accurate diagnosis of heart problems; how product testing of the traditional kind can lead to marketing disasters, while a few key people to whom they “felt right” could come up with better decisions.
Gladwell does not rest on this series of case studies, however; he builds on them, and on evidence from other sources, to flesh out his convincing thesis. He is a fine writer, easy to follow but scrupulous in his argument; he has been writing substantial articles for the New Yorker for some years, and published in 2000 another fascinating book, “The Tipping Point”. Maybe I’ll post about that later, meanwhile, you can look up his website.
[Later - I did post about it: here.]
What can we bring away from this book?
The day after I started reading “Blink”, I played tennis with my sister, as I do a couple of times a week. It’s not a very serious level of tennis, but we enjoy it and it makes us run about. Now I’m the sort of person who tends to analyse a lot - I was an academic for 35 years, and an engineer before that - so I usually find myself working out in my head how to play each shot. But that day, with the ideas from the book still in my head, I tried to give up thinking and just react. I can’t claim it transformed my tennis into something on another plane, but it did seem to help - I think I won more than my normal proportion of games that morning. I shall have to remember to do it (or NOT do it) on a regular basis.
Going back to Gladwell’s first example, the dodgy antiquity, the experts could have their ‘hunches’ because they were experts. Although they were unaware of their thought processes, these unconscious deductions would not have been possible if they had nothing to work on. While they were applying the tests for authenticity they were all familiar with, and coming up empty, there was this parallel set of processes going on behind the scenes. This is not the same unconscious behaviour that makes us pull our finger away ‘instinctively’ when we touch a hot surface; everybody has that built-in from birth, a legacy, it is said, from our reptilian ancestors.
In a similar way, I have come to believe that top-flight tennis players must be relying on their unconscious as they play; but, unlike me, they possess a whole body of experience that has been built up from playing and being coached over the years. Coaching is aimed not simply at teaching players to reason - to have a game plan - but mainly to reinforce bodily skills and to develop those inherent resources that will enable them to play without thinking up front. There’s no time to analyse when you are playing hard.
If you liked this, why not treat me to a coffee (or a bone for Kafka)? Thanks, mate!