A friend of mine recommended this book when I was asking for books on leadership - a complex situation had come up at work and I was particularly interested in anti-racist leadership books, with some relevance to the Australian university context. (I have been reading lots of Ask-A-Manager type blogs and articles online, and it's often hard translating out of the US context because hiring and firing work so - to say the least - differently there.)
Anyway, "this is none of those things," said my friend, "but read it anyway." So I got it on my Kindle, and opened it up. The first chapter just sounded like hippy nonsense, but I kept going and... I could feel myself changing as I read it. It's written in a way that deliberately frustrated my desire for clear frameworks, principles and techniques - it's basically the opposite of Ask A Manager with its scripts for specific situations - but at the same time, and because of that, it also provoked me to reflect on my desire to have clarity and techniques which will guarantee a GOOD OUTCOME, and how that desire itself is often the thing that blocks process... and therefore blocks a good outcome.
I do believe that good leadership is about enabling the people you lead to flourish in their own ways, and creating a space which makes that happen, so I was sympathetic to the basic notion of this book. But I still found it really challenging to read, because although I believe in that form of leadership, I do also have a strong tendency to fall into a pattern of reacting like: I know what is best to do in any given situation and if people are not doing it, it is either because they are BAD people, or because they just haven't listened to me explaining why their way of doing things is not correct. Most books enable me to identify just with that first part of myself and kind of nod along, like 'Yes, I can imagine myself doing this thing! I can imagine it working! I can imagine the applause from a grateful populace when I get it right!' But reading this made me more in touch with the bits of me that block that process, in part through my frustration with what I was reading.
It reminded me of Derrida a lot, actually (and I don't think I'm the first person to make a connection between Taoism and deconstruction), because of the way it refuses to rush to solutions. I think I am going to buy a paper copy (the illustrations don't come across brilliantly on my non-backlit Kindle) and read bits through the days, to slow myself down and remind myself to let group processes unfold as they will.