Pretty pedestrian book about first world white feminist moral dilemmas. This is a person who has been a liar for a long time over stuff people don’t need to lie about and thought she could use that to be some kind of a thought leader on moral integrity. For example, when her kid wanted to buy an overpriced keychain at a farmer’s market, she said “I don’t have any more money.” Then she did some reflecting, wrote about it in her “honesty journal” and now wrote this post-modern-but-selectively-Christian feminist moral thinking book about the power of telling your truth and living more authentically. Stunning.
Not the worst book I ever read. But certainly the worst book I have read all year (I gave one star to Jennette McCurdy's I'm Glad My Mom Died for moral reasons, that was still at least interesting and real). Surely there is a thoughtful post-religious author who can own up to their own failures without blaming it on their early-life religious programming. But not here. It reminded me of the irony of Miley Cyrus’s song where she talks about how she “used to be young” as if her phase of immaturity is somehow in the past and it’s obvious to everyone listening that she is every bit as unreflective as she ever was.
I’m not squeamish when it comes to reading about sex, but what is it with authors feeling the need to talk about losing their virginity? It’s not nearly as interesting as they think, and it feels like a manipulative bid for unearned credibility. Does anyone read this and think that this is somehow brave, vulnerable and authentic? So frequently these authors speak out against shame culture by speaking shamelessly about faking orgasms. And also throwing in a few f***s and sh**s to establish themselves as a plain-speaking credible persons.
I have read a couple of Ms. Ketteler’s opinion pieces in the New York Times. Her opening line on her own website is that she helps organizations create “extraordinary content.” In perusing her portfolio she mentions how humbled she was working for some of her clients. When you’re as humble and honest as Judi Ketteler is, I suppose you can’t help making extraordinary content wherever you go.
It’s less of a timely book for her era as much as a frustrating reflection of it. So many of the wokeness and Therapyspeak drinking game terms get mentioned: authenticity, narratives, safety, “live your truth,” “self-truths,” “share your story,” “do the work,” vulnerability, “racial justice,” “white fragility,” “white privilege,” intention, shame, triggers, she even combines some of them (“shame triggers”). She even mentions Donald Trump and her disgust with his supporters several times. I didn’t roll my eyes, but I was tempted to.
Some good things: she has some good sources. The research about students who cheat on tests predicting their ability to perform similarly well on future tests even when the opportunity to cheat disappears.
The writing is at least technically good, even if lacking in humility and objectivity (but, then again, what post-religious writer isn’t?). But her stories aren’t sufficiently interesting to stand on their own, her writing isn’t strong enough to elevate the mundane, and her credentials just aren’t there for me to trust her as a self-help author.
I appreciate the attempt to address the evergreen topic of honesty and dishonesty. She touches on the idea of pro-social lying and paternalistic lying. But she completely overlooks the complexities of telling the truth and why sometimes it’s better to say nothing at all. She mentions only in passing how the virtue of modesty is, in one way, a form of dishonesty, and yet it is not honest to immodestly engage in shameless self-display telling the world how humble or honest you are (which is neither humble nor honest, even if you are sincere in your beliefs about yourself). She prides herself in telling Republicans that she doesn’t have any interest in advancing their agenda, but rationalizes her evasions when she does nothing for Democrats. Perhaps she could just tell all activists that she is not interested in helping anyone but herself, but she still wants to extract credit for having Democrat/feminist/freelance author identities.
I wonder how she would respond to someone asking her why she brushes her teeth or puts on deodorant when both of those practices obscure her authentic true self. She talks tell-it-like-it-is, but she walks an ethic of being selectively honest as it suits her interests.
She never hits the right point of tension when it comes to the conflicting values that tempt one to “pro-social lies.” It’s not a virtue, for example, to cherry-pick favorable truths and overlook or minimize critical truths. That’s lawyerly manipulation. It’s not a virtue to say truths that are neither kind nor constructive. A parent can teach their children to be honest, but still cringe when they fail to integrate their honesty with appropriate social filters (I am getting visions of a teenage boy lacking in self-awareness who speaks out in class about which female class members bodies were best, another one describing with cruel exactness the odor of one foul-smelling female classmate, or an old person who meets a performer after a concert and the first thing she mentions was all the times the singer sang the wrong lyrics). There’s a reason why mature neurotypicals may value honesty but don’t aspire to being autistically honest. It’s also not virtuous to speak in earnest from a place of ignorance. For example, if someone asked me how to play the saxophone, I could say “You can play! All you have to do is blow on the reed while pressing the keys.” True, but useless.
Sadly, this book ends up being just that: true but useless. Brene Brown Lite.
As an alternative better takes on honesty I’d recommend Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life, Michael Sandel’s Justice, Dan Ariely’s The Honest Truth About Dishonesty, Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, Robert Bolt’s A Man For All Seasons, Arthur Miller’s The Crucible.