The world often seems awash in people with hazily-defined “consultant” jobs of various sorts, so I was fascinated to read this (emphasis added) in Tyler Cowen’s review of Sudhir Venkatesh’s Gang Leader for a Day:
His, subject, too has moved on. J.T. grew tired of running a gang, particularly when the crack trade dried up and with it a lot of the business. He tried managing a dry cleaning business and then started a barber shop, which failed. For a while, he tried to market himself as a consultant for higher-ups in the drug economy. Right now he seems to be living off his savings. The two men see each other every now and then, but they don’t seem to have established their previous rapport.
It’s interesting that it didn’t work out. I wonder if that was due to some specific failure on J.T.’s part or if the world of drug distribution just shows an admirable ability to resist the consultantification that’s sweeping over the rest of the economy.