I really ought to write a fairer review. Alas, time constraints mean that I never get around to it. I end up snarking or kvelling way more than a book deserves, and never correct my initial impressions with a systematic review. So, I'll be lazy again and simply paste a few things I wrote to my friend, Dwayne Monroe:
Breaking: Clay Shirky discovers the sun. News at 11!
Clay Shirky needs to stop drinking kool-aid laced sterno. In his book, Here Comes Everybody, he concludes with this amazing news!
"What the open source movement teaches us is that the communal can be at least as durable as the commercial. For any given piece of software the question "Do the people who like it take care of each other?" turns out to be a better predictor of success than "What's the business model?" As the rest of the world gets access to the tools once reserved for techies, that pattern is appearing everywhere, and it is changing society as it does."
good christ on a broken pogo stick!
Watch out people! The revolution is coming. Any day now. The newsgroup alt.i.hearts.cats, Wikipedia, Myspace, Facebook, and even the programming language, Perl -- all of them are instantiations of a new, exciting world. Whereas community "has not historically been a good guarantor longevity," that is all changing with the advent of the InterToobz, social networking sites, and open source software. With this new technology community and love are remade in ways that have never been possible before.
Wide-eyed statements like this and claims that community "has not historically been a good guarantor of longevity" make me wonder if I'd do the world a favor by spending my free time looking for the rock Shirky lives under and turning it over so the guy can get some sunlight and vitamin D or something.
Yeah. Completely unfair. Whatever. (But please note: this is the internet, and this unfair review - my worse nature - is encouraged by it with the incessant demand for speed, short news cycles, new-new-new, and - most of all - short and easy to read. Alas, I'll get to that later.)
While there are some decent aspects of Shirky's book, I think my friend Dwayne is right. Shirky was awesome to follow, years ago. He was writing for an Internet [1] audience, typically a lot of bright programmers, developers, and network admins. This book seems to be written for marketing people and Vice Presidents (whatever that means these days): the technologically sophisticated and even restrained analyses I used to read from him are no more. Instead, his writing seems dumbed down and ginned up with the wide-eyed posturing in an effort to push an idea. As noble as it might be, I'd rather have the sophisticated analysis.
Here's an example of what I mean, in Shirky's first chapter, a quickie I dashed off to Dwayne Monroe and Doug Henwood after reading the first chapter:
Shirky opens the book with the story of a lost/stolen Sidekick phone. The woman who lost it in a cab told a friend about the loss, distraught because it contained all her information for planning her wedding. The friend creates a web page, stolensidekick.com. The link to the site gets passed from friend to friend, then on to Myspace, and then to Digg.
The friend was motivated to start the site because, while he'd figured out who had the phone and managed to get hold of the young woman, he had made no headway with her. She refused to return it and was getting pissy with him. She told the sidekick's owner that she and her friends and family would beat them up if they tried to come to their home and get their phone back.
The guy was outraged and did what a lot of people do. They share their story online, in order to vent. Friends picked it up, passed it on, it went viral. With the encouragement of outraged readers, and on the advice of people trying to help him to get the cops to see it as a theft issue, not just a loss issue, he keeps at it, writing 40 updates on the issue across ten days.
Eventually, the police agree to treat it as a theft and the girl is arrested. The Sidekick is returned to its rightful owner.
Shirky thinks this is a revolutionary example of how "we are living in the middle of a remarkable increase in our ability to share, to cooperate with one another, and to take collective action -- all outside the framework of traditional institutions and organizations."
Except one big thing. Well, two things, both of which are traditional institutions and organizations: the New York Times (and the rest of the 3v1l MSM) and the cops. In all likelihood, he would never have gotten the sidekick back without these two, uh, "traditional institutions and organizations."
Shirky, himself, points out that things never would have changed -- the cops would never have treated it as a theft issue -- had the NYT not gotten wind of the story. But he manages to completely forget that bit when writing his wide-eyed-with-wonder "hallelujah! it's a revolution going on right before our eyes"-summary of how the story illustrates his thesis.
fish. barrel. smoking gun.
Shirky makes it too easy to blow holes into his tales of how the Web is supposedly changing everything -- and Everybody. They are coming alright. But it's not going to be pretty, lemme tell ya.
[1] (yes: I capitalize the word Internet. shoot me. I'm old anyway. )