“The flattery industry remains old-fashioned, its work not yet disintermediated by tech. The wealthiest people can afford to surround themselves with actual bodies, who supply live flattery. Brooke Harrington writes in Capital without Borders, her study of wealth managers and their relationships with the super-rich, that some practitioners even attend their clients’ deathbeds. In flattery jobs, people skills usually trump technical competence.”— “World View” columnist Simon Kuper, “How Flattery Became a Big, Beautiful Industry,” The Financial Times, Nov. 29-30, 2025
For years,
the dubious honor of being the most outrageous sycophant belonged to villainous
Uriah Heep in Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield, played by Roland Young
(right, with Frank Lawton as the adult title character in the 1935 film
adaptation) in the attached image.
But Simon
Kuper is right to focus on actual, more current examples. I had always thought,
from reading Cary Reich’s marvelous 1996 biography of Nelson Rockefeller, that,
in his early rise as a midlevel Washington bureaucrat, the future New York governor had
perfected the art of governmental brown-nosing.
Then I
found out that Rocky had his own Mini-Me, albeit with a Teutonic accent, in
foreign-policy adviser Henry Kissinger, who then turned around and performed
the same function for Richard Nixon.
But the
true horror, as Kuper notes, lies in the current group of advisers now
surrounding Donald Trump. Their sole qualification for high office is not
competence but absolute shamelessness in stroking their boss’s tender ego.
More than
ever this week, Trump needs his own personal Uriah Heeps in the wake of public
appearances on Greenland that were so unfocused, rambling and dangerous that
they sparked renewed, urgent calls for invoking the 25th Amendment
to stop his insanity.

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