『The Best Business Writing 2014』
（Dean Starkman、Martha M. Hamilton、Ryan Chittum編著）
では今月の1冊目。オムニバスですが、『The Best Business Writing 2014』（Dean Starkman、Martha M. Hamilton、Ryan Chittum編）を。エッセイ集なので、テーマはいろいろですが、たとえばこんなのがあります。
Jia Lynn Yang
“Maximizing Shareholder Value： The Goal That Changed Corporate America”
Endicott, N.Y. ― This town in the hills of upstate New York is best known as the birthplace of IBM, one of the country’s most iconic companies. But there remain only hints of that storied past.
The main street, once swarming with International Business Machines employees in their signature white shirts and dark suits, is dotted with empty storefronts. During the 1980s, there were 10,000 IBM workers in Endicott. Now after years of layoffs and jobs shipped overseas, about 700 employees are left.
Investors in IBM’s shares, by contrast, have fared much better. IBM makes up the biggest portion of the benchmark Dow Jones industrial average and has helped drive that index to record highs. Someone who spent about $16,000 buying 1,000 shares of IBM in 1980 would now be sitting on more than $400,000 worth of stock, a twenty-five-fold return.
It used to be a given that the interests of corporations and communities such as Endicott were closely aligned. But no more. Across the United States, as companies continue posting record profits, workers face high unemployment and stagnant wages.
『The Ocean at the End of the Lane』
2冊目はファンタジー(をを、珍しい！） Neil Gaimanの『The Ocean at the End of the Lane』。この作家の作品は金原瑞人先生の訳で何冊か邦訳が出ていますが、この作品は未訳のまま。中年の男性が葬式で生まれ故郷に戻ってきて、記憶していなかった過去と向き合うみたいな話です。
I wore a black suit and a white shirt, a black tie and black shoes, all polished and shiny: clothes that normally would make me feel uncomfortable, as if I were in a stolen uniform, or pretending to be an adult. Today they gave me comfort of a kind. I was wearing the right clothes for a hard day.
I had done my duty in the morning, spoken the words I was meant to speak, and I meant them as I spoke them, and then, when the service was done, I got in my car and I drove, randomly, without a plan, with an hour or so to kill before I met more people I had not seen for years and shook more hands and drank too may cups of tea from the best china. I drove along winding Sussex country roads I only half-remembered, until I found myself headed toward the town center, so I turned, randomly, down another road, and took a left, and a right. It was only then that I realized at my own foolishness.
I had been driving toward a house that had not existed for decades.
I thought of turning around, then, as I drove down a wide street that had once been a flint lane beside a barley field, of turning back and leaving the past undisturbed. But I was curious.