Bruce Bueno de Mesquita’s “The Predictioneer’s Game’’ is a profoundly irritating book. This, I hasten to say, has nothing to do with the book’s quality. It is full of stimulating examples and clear explanations. Nor is it the author’s personality: Bueno de Mesquita is genial and - even though most of the book’s case studies tell of the triumphs of his consulting company - not at all self-important. But he has done, by my lights, the unforgivable: He has challenged one of my cherished beliefs. I am a moralist, and he suggests, with distressing plausibility, that moralists are superfluous.
The author is an expert in game theory. Over the years, Bueno de Mesquita’s assignments have involved getting a corporate client off a legal hook; helping a retiring CEO engineer with the selection of a successor; predicting the outcome of the Oslo negotiations between Israel and the Palestine Liberation Organization; picking the next Chinese and Pakistani heads of state; persuading the North Koreans to eliminate their nuclear weapons; and saving Earth from global warming. In approaching such problems the game theorist asks four questions: Who has an interest in the decision? What outcome does each want? How important is it to each? How much influence can each exert? Every question is assigned a numerical answer; the numbers are plugged into an algorithm, then fed into a computer; and the result, however counterintuitive, represents Bueno de Mesquita’s best forecast of how various parties will act and what will happen.
The game theorist does not ask: What should happen? The premise is that “people won’t cooperate or coordinate with each other unless it is in their individual interest. No one in the game-theory world willingly takes a personal hit just to help someone out . . . we’re [all] looking out for numero uno.’’ Generosity, solidarity, self-sacrifice - not to mention an overmastering passion for beauty - do not seem to exist in this world.