PhoÂto by Kris KrĂĽg via WikiÂmeÂdia ComÂmons
I passed MalÂcolm GladÂwell on the street a few years ago, on the final stop of a road trip I took from Los AngeÂles to Raleigh, North CarÂoliÂna. At the time I wonÂdered why the unmisÂtakÂable New York-based writer, speakÂer, and interÂpreter of big ideas had come to town. But now that I know a litÂtle bit about his perÂsonÂal and proÂfesÂsionÂal habits, I can at least say with some conÂfiÂdence where he was going: a cofÂfee shop. That GladÂwell’s work has, over the years, occaÂsionÂalÂly touched on the subÂject of cofÂfee sugÂgests he may well enjoy a good brew, but in that same time he’s also statÂed, explicÂitÂly and repeatÂedÂly, that cafĂ©s are where he does the work itself.
“I loved the newsÂroom,” GladÂwell, who got his start in one, once told The Guardian. “When I left it I wantÂed to recreÂate the newsÂroom and the closÂest thing to a newsÂroom is any kind of ranÂdom active social space.” The best cofÂfee shop offers what he calls “the right kind of disÂtracÂtion. There has to be some sort of osmotÂic process,” just as hapÂpens with jourÂnalÂists togethÂer in the office. “I don’t parÂticÂuÂlarÂly think cofÂfee shops are amazÂing places to write,” he more recentÂly said in a podÂcast interÂview with econÂoÂmist Tyler Cowen (embedÂded below). “But I do think that simÂply being around peoÂple who are not my age is realÂly useÂful.”
“The cofÂfee-shop writer needs to be, as the sociÂolÂoÂgists would say, an outÂlier and not a pioÂneer,” GladÂwell writes in the Wall Street JourÂnal. (Even in a perÂsonÂal essay, it seems, he can’t resist applyÂing an acaÂdÂeÂmÂic conÂcept to everyÂday life.) “You don’t want to be the lapÂtop cowÂboy who sigÂnals to othÂer lapÂtop cowÂboys that this is the place to be. You want the club that won’t have you as a memÂber.” He goes on to recÂomÂmend the rigÂorÂous likes of ManÂhatÂtan’s lapÂtop-banÂning CafĂ© Grumpy and Zurich’s La StanÂza: “no comÂfy chairs, no Wi-Fi, no outÂlets, and cofÂfee so ridicuÂlousÂly expenÂsive that it funcÂtions as a tax on linÂgerÂing.”
OthÂer GladÂwell-approved writÂing cafĂ©s include FerÂnanÂdez and Wells in LonÂdon, Chez Prune in Paris (until, that is, it floodÂed with “VasÂsar girls with their Gitanes cigÂaÂrettes and their Thomas Mann”), and “the back booths in the Swan RestauÂrant on Queen Street West” in ToronÂto. These far-flung spots align well with the othÂer perÂsonÂal writÂing stratÂeÂgy GladÂwell explained to Cowen: “I travÂel a lot. And that’s a realÂly, realÂly useÂful way of breakÂing out of bad intelÂlecÂtuÂal habits, and to remind yourÂself about what the rest of the world is like.” As a hard-writÂing habituĂ© of the cofÂfee shops of Seoul, I secÂond GladÂwell’s advice, but I should note that folÂlowÂing it won’t necÂesÂsarÂiÂly get you to his levÂel of popÂuÂlarÂiÂty and acclaim; comÂbine it with his new MasÂterÂclass on writÂing, though, and hey, who knows.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
MalÂcolm GladÂwell: What We Can Learn from SpaghetÂti Sauce
Do You Speak Java Jive?: The LanÂguage of the Indie Cafes
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities and culÂture. His projects include the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
If the cofÂfee shop is not crowdÂed, maybe. If crowdÂed, you are deprivÂing it of income, which I conÂsidÂer rude if done too long.