My memory, found again in the LSE library

Like many of you, I’ve been following, with shock and amazement, the tale of Greg Mortenson, the author of Three Cups of Tea.

If 60 Minutes is correct (and with allegations such as these, the target deserves the benefit of the doubt), then Mortenson fabricated much of his best-selling book.

But then I remembered this talk by Chris Chabris, a neuroscientist, in which he talks (starting at minute 5) about “the illusion of memory.”

In brief: We trust our memories, but we shouldn’t, because many of them are wrong. The human brain reconstructs the past by telling stories (an extremely familiar idea here on The Hannibal Blog), and it does so by conflating different events, people, times and anecdotes. So when politicians (among others) seem to “lie” about their past (remember Hillary Clinton dodging sniper fire in Bosnia?) they are probably making honest and all-too-human mistakes of memory. (Whether this applies to Mortenson, I have no idea.)

In any event, as I was watching the 60 Minutes report, a fear suddenly struck me. What if I myself misremembered anecdotes in my own book? (To be published, as it happens, by Riverhead, which is part of Penguin, which also owns Viking, which published Three Cups of Tea.)

So I thought of the personal bits in my book. There aren’t that many personal memories — most of it is based on history and biographies, with sources. But there are some. For instance, there is a part where I recall burrowing through the dusty shelves of the library at the London School of Economics, in 1994 or 95 when I was a graduate student there, and finding, to my considerable surprise, a book that turned out to be the PhD thesis of my father. I remember how the book cracked as I opened it, and I recall noticing that nobody had ever checked it out.

Never mind why I told that little anecdote in my book (it makes sense in the context). Suddenly I was afraid whether this was in fact how it happened. Was it there, at the LSE, where I found it? Or perhaps at the nearby University of London library? Or perhaps around that time at some library in Germany? Does the LSE library even have the book? (That would be very embarrassing.) If I did find it there, is it true that nobody had ever checked it out? Was the cover grey, as I recall? Had I just dreamt the whole damn thing?

So I fact-checked my own memory.

Fortunately, the LSE library does have the book, as can nowadays be ascertained online. What about the rest?

So I called the library. I expected a phone tree. There was none. Somebody named Andy Jack answered.

Having spent years in California, I have learned never, unprompted, to attempt irony or humor because that can fall so utterly flat in America. So I was bracing myself for a long and complicated explanation and an awkward request for help — in short, a conversation as pleasant as calling, say, an American health insurance company.

Instead, within seconds, I was reminded of my old world over there: For Andy was, of course,

  1. British and
  2. at the LSE.

I barely got out three or four words (alumnus … book … Three Cups of Tea… anecdote…) when he understood.

His reply came in a tone that contained … irony. Very subtle, just a nod, really. At once, I knew this was going to be easy, unAmerican.

At that instant, I realized that he was already walking up the stairs. Whither? To the shelf! Before I knew it, he was holding my dad’s thesis in his hands and confirming my memories.

What a relief. I had remembered everything correctly. The cover is blue now, but that’s because the book literally fell apart at some point and had to be rebound. Andy told me it has 164 pages, plus 22 more of references. My dad’s name is in gold. It has indeed never been checked out, at least not since they changed computer systems, which was after my time. But it has no barcode :), so it could not have been checked out!

Andy, by this point, took pride, you understand, in making an anecdote in a book — my book, unpublished and completely unknown to him — correct and good. If you’re reading this, Andy, thank you.


I know, I know. You’re at the edge of your pew. What was my dad’s book about?

Why his PhD thesis, published in Bonn in 1967, was not an international bestseller, nobody knows. Its sex appeal is obvious. The title is:

Probleme einer allgemeinen aussenhandelspolitischen Liberalisierung

That means something like: Problems with a general liberalisation of international trade

I divulge this reluctantly, because you may pounce on the copy, spread the meme virally, and we all know where that might lead for my dad: Sudden fame, groupies, temptation, trashed hotel rooms, my mom destabilized.

The regulars among you might already have made a few other connections:

  • My dad, in his thesis, was exploring the tradition of Ordoliberalism and Austrian Liberalism, which has also cropped up here on The Hannibal Blog.
  • Without knowing about his thesis, I was, in 1995, doing almost the same thesis at the LSE (hence my discovery).
  • My dad, for his part, had been taught by his own uncle and godfather, who was the main implementor (as economics minister and then chancellor) of Ordoliberalism in West Germany, up to right about the time of my dad’s thesis. Here they are again, below:

18 thoughts on “My memory, found again in the LSE library

    • Ah, but I can’t, and won’t. Unless you count my earlier post, “on irony”, as exactly that. It would be like demanding that an Italian completely and straightforwardly detail his complaints about German “style” or “sprezzatura”. 😉

  1. In was totally flabbergasted when my son, then doing his masters thesis at my former university told me, that out of curiosity, he had checked the memorandum I had written in 1961-62 and found that it was out for consultation. I still wonder who was sick enough to want to consult that…unless it was not to repeat my folly.
    As for USAers and irony they do have a sense of it but far removed fron the Briitsh form of it and totally removed from the Germanic one that I never could fathom.

  2. “………I have learned never, unprompted, to attempt irony or humor because that can fall so utterly flat in America…….”

    I suspect no-one knows this better than Glenn Beck, who is, arguably, the funniest person on television, but whose humour would appear to have been over the heads of his humourless employers at FOX News, who have fired him.

    Glenn must be rueing that he didn’t try to be more serious.

    He’s an American original. I, for one, am going to miss him.

  3. Fascinating subject. I once blogged about an incident one summer in my mid-teens [link] and I got a comment straight out of the past. I could have easily got that memory wrong or, over the years, embellished it in some way to make me look brave. I have been corrected on memories before. It was nice that at least one was pretty accurate.

    I use irony and sarcasm all the time when I find myself on the phone with a “drone” who’s just “doing his/her job” answering phones and “assisting” people. Some catch on, some do not. I have no way to compare British or any other country or group’s reactions to the average American version but I suspect there’s enough in your memories to establish that stereotype. Yet, so much of these support calls are off-shored that maybe some (or many) are really not Americans and the stereotype is distorted.

    After breaking my kneecap and having it repaired, I had occasion to call my health coverage folks over a bill not yet paid by them. I mentioned how frustrating it had been dealing with hospitals and insurance. This was met with great sympathy (real or faked, it’s difficult to tell over the phone) and a “Well, at least it’s a one time thing.” To which, I responded, “I don’t know, I have another knee I can break.”

    She gasped audibly and quite seriously sounding said, “Oh, we wouldn’t want that to happen!”

    I thought my humor was clear.

  4. Must be sad for your dad to learn that no-one ever borrowed his book, at least not from the LSE library. Had I studied in Bonn (which would have been an obvious choice) I am sure I would have held it in my hands at some time. Assuming my memory does not fail me on this one I remember selecting a different German city, despite ZVs’s other views on where I should study.

    Perhaps a missed opportunity for Karl-Theodor Freiherr zu Guttenberg, former German minister of defense. Had he or the writers working for him plagiarized your father’s works he might have gone undetected. Dang.

    Or was his just another episode of newly reconstructed old memories? The The late Ronald Reagan could tell us a story about this (and he actually did).

    Related: While I agree that one should not trust our memories completely, we should however trust our “gut feelings”. These are based on an adaptive toolbox shaped in thousands of years. Good enough for the daily savannah amusements those days but as you mentioned in your previous post, not yet ripe for bluetooth calls while driving.


  5. I’m late answering your question about my memorandum, sorry. Based on Piaget’s works it was titled “De la relation entre la socialisation et la sociabilité chez le jeune délinquant”.
    Don’t do that again at home you may hurt yourself.

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