Utter gibberish, first published 1945 ... and, from the outset, it’s a disturbing work. Napoleon Hill was a conman, fraud, liar, served time in prison, and populated his squalid little life with fictional associations with the rich and powerful. He was also, I suspect, not merely delusional, there are numerous passages in his books which suggest psychosis or disorder.
Hill’s books are turgid, boring nonsense – yet they continue to be sold, products of a disingenuous marketing exercise aimed at convincing readers Hill was a significant figure who wrote something worth reading. It’s an Emperor’s New Clothes phenomenon: the moment someone points out that the writing is barren (or the Emperor naked), everyone can recognise the farce.
Hill describes the incoherent, often unreadable drivel in his books as ‘philosophy’: Hill was a man of limited education and intellect but unlimited pretensions – he had nothing to say, but takes time saying it, broadcasting his ignorance by celebrating his ‘genius’.
Read the ‘Prologue’ to this book and you have to question Hill’s sanity – his tone, language, the incoherent message delivered with self-congratulatory embellishment. It’s the ego trip of an inadequate caught up in his own disturbed fantasy world.
Do not believe anything he writes. His fame (or notoriety) rests on the delusion that he spent three days interviewing Carnegie (then the richest man in the world) in New York, autumn 1908. He develops this lie here but doesn’t really fully elaborate on it until 1953 with his ‘Wisdom of Andrew Carnegie’. He never met Carnegie – in autumn, 1908, Carnegie was in his Scottish home, Skibo Castle, not New York.
Hill does mention Skibo Castle in this book – he tells the tale of an elderly woman who seeks shelter from a storm in a large American store. She is treated with courtesy by one of the shop staff and rewards him by taking him to Scotland – several hundred thousand dollars of furnishings are required to outfit Skibo Castle. The shop assistant advises her, takes the order and earns a partnership in the shop for what had started as a simple act of courtesy and kindness. The woman, it transpires, was Carnegie’s mother.
And this is typical Hill, for Carnegie’s mother, Margaret, died in November, 1886. Carnegie didn’t take out a lease on Skibo Castle until 1897, buying it the following year. Substantial repairs and alterations were, indeed, required, and must have attracted widespread press coverage (people were fascinated by Carnegie). Hill’s fantasy about Margaret Carnegie is, like virtually everything else he wrote, utter bullshit.
Hill delivers anecdotes and stories by the dozen – they’re fantasies, fabrications, outright lies. Hill was a conman and fraud, he served at least one prison sentence yet pretends he was working in the White House as confidante to the president at that time.
He represents himself as giving lecture tours – you imagine vast halls filled with an attentive audience, like some pop diva selling out a tour. In fact, he gave sales pitches in the back rooms of bars or wherever was available – it’s the Depression, and his audience is small groups of unemployed people, poorly paid people, people whose jobs were threatened, desperate for some hope, some assurance they can escape and find security, maybe even make a name for themselves.
And Hill would sell them fantasies, a ticket to hear him speak, maybe sell them a book or sign them up to a correspondence course. What he was really selling was his ego. I see him as a sleazy little man, maybe looking to pick up a female member of the audience, find a bed for the night (he met his second wife when she attended one of his ‘lectures’). I really do get this image of him as a manipulative little man on the make.
There are clips of film of him on the Internet – it’s not a voice you can enjoy hearing, he’s hardly an inspiring speaker, hardly an inspiring personality … but his audiences were desperate and he’d have developed a degree of celebrity in his role selling lectures and magazines and books and courses and lies … and desperate people will buy in to a con, will see only the New Clothes, not the nakedness of the Emperor.
So here, in 1945, Hill assures the reader that his ‘Master Key to Riches’ “should unlock the doors to the solution of all of your problems”, converting all past failures into “priceless assets” and the attainment of “twelve great riches, including economic security”.
Life is shit, you want so much more out of life, you need to escape the hole you’re in – and this clown offers a solution to all your problems? ALL your problems? If you’re reading this dross and imagining it offers a way out of whatever you want to escape, you really need to get out more.
Consider Chapter 2, Hill’s ‘Sermon on the Mount’ – some guru tells the world about a ‘Master Key’ which delivers the ‘Twelve Great Riches of Life’ to people who have attained the ‘Degree of Fellowship’ … ‘science’ has revealed that every person possesses a negative personality and a positive personality … and possibly multiple personalities.
There’s something really psychotic about Hill’s language, you can sense a mind which is not comfortable with itself – note the ‘multiple personalities’. But this need to name things and number them and establish formulae, it’s the language of a man with limited intellect, a man who has to make thought a mechanical, join-the-dots process, a man unable to understand complexity, unable to deconstruct the politics, psychology and sociology of philosophical thinking.
It’s a man of limited education, unqualified for the professions or any leadership role, a mediocrity who desperately aspires to be someone, to pose as some great intellect. I keep wondering if he was bullied as a child – if the driving force behind this dross is a need to hide behind and within an armoured barrier of celebrity? His is the voice of a man seeking escape from ordinariness.
And yet Hill keeps using the term ‘philosophy’ – he sees it as a set of rules, as mechanistic, not as a deconstruction of complexity. His simplistic vision of what constitutes 'philosophy' is a real giveaway. He has limited intellect, but few limits to his ego.
The greatest of all riches, he asserts, is a positive mental attitude ... and health .. and harmony ... and freedom from the seven basic fears ... and hope of achievement ... and the capacity for faith … etc. It’s almost a Monty Python script.
And it gets worse.
Absolute garbage with not one iota of useful advice. If you’ve got problems in life, if you feel you want something different, something better, then find someone with whom you can talk, someone who isn’t trying to sell you something, and don’t waste your time and money on the likes of this.