I am so glad that this book and I found each other. This book came to me at the perfect moment, giving voice to thoughts that have been bouncing around my head for the last two years or so. I am so thankful I read it. It sounds a bit cheesy, but this book was tremendously psychologically validating for me. In addition to being a well-argued, interesting read, it helped me feel less alone in my ideas about the world.
Many progressive and leftist critiques of labor focus on getting higher wages, better benefits, and better working conditions. Some occasionally focus on reducing working hours for workers. I’ve been reading a lot of books about work lately, and they all focus on one or more of these elements.
But there is simply no mainstream critique of the value of work itself. Why do we work? Why is our work primarily arranged in the form of full-time jobs or careers, or precarious, alienating gig work? Why do we need to perform a job for someone in order to get the things we need to survive? Why must we devote so much of our lives to work? Why are unemployed people treated with such contempt? Why is the first thing we ask someone after meeting them “So, what do you do?”
These questions have buzzed around my brain for the last several years, as work has increasingly come to dominate my life, while also exhausting me, damaging my mental health and creating a growing list of chronic aches and pains from sitting at a computer all day.
I’ve tried therapy, meditation, exercise, and getting better sleep. I’ve tried changing jobs, declining useless meetings, saying no to projects I don’t want, and trying to have better boundaries. I’ve made friends with my coworkers. I’m currently paying lots of money to see a career counselor and explore different jobs. I’ve done informational interviews with people in jobs I might like. I’ve worked through the entirety of What Color Is Your Parachute?
Despite all this effort, my feeling of disgust with work—not just with my job in particular but with work in general—keeps returning. Why, I kept wondering, do we accept 40+ hours of work per week as normal? How did this come to be the way things are, and why does it continue? What would it look like to remove work from its cultural pedestal and to give everyone the ability to lead a rich, full life that is not predominantly occupied by earning wages from a job?
I love this book because it is one of the only books I’ve seen that attempts to answer those questions. It’s written by a sociologist, so it often has a very academic tone, but I still found it captivatingly readable. The first half of the book is a philosophical and historical exploration of work: what work is, why work is often a source of misery for so many, and why (even as technology advances and we produce more goods than ever) we still spend the majority of our time working.
In the second half of the book, the author focuses on the experiences of people who refuse to work, or who have reduced the impact of work on their lives. He interviewed a bunch of people living in the UK between 2009 and 2014 who just “noped” right out of the whole work thing, and he asks them how they came to that decision, what they love about their lives, and what they find challenging.
While I enjoyed the entire book, I found the second half to be the most interesting. I especially enjoyed a chapter called “The Breaking Point” in which the interview subjects discuss their feelings on work and how they realized that work and jobs are socially constructed—and that they could simply choose not to participate.
One man discussed the work ethic, which is so strongly inculcated in us from the time we are young children, and how he realized it was made up—and that there is no real reason every single person needs to work all the time. He had been brought up to pursue a career, but he realized he could choose otherwise.
As he put it, “The trouble is that once it’s happened, you can’t really see things in any other way because it’s almost as if you’ve seen what it is—it’s like seeing through a disguise actually. It’s kind of like the adult equivalent of realizing there is no Santa Claus.”
This quote stuck with me because I had a similar epiphany last year, the sudden realization that deeply ingrained cultural beliefs about what is true and what is important are incorrect. This realization was startling and impossible to dismiss. Once you fully perceive jobs, employment, and money as social constructions, it is extremely hard to put that genie back in the bottle and return to the autopilot of a 9 to 5.
That said, the book makes clear that this is not an easy epiphany to live with. This is not a book that glamorizes unemployment. All of the interview subjects who decided to work less (or not at all) struggled financially. Some relied on a partner for support. Some worked part-time jobs with meager wages. Some relied on public benefits and help from friends.
Despite their hardships, the author treats his interview subjects with care and respect. They often discussed how they were made to feel guilt and shame for being unemployed or employed only part time, how their dislike of work was often medicalized as depression or another mental illness—as though the only reason one might not want to work full time is because they are mentally ill! Many subjects lamented how socially isolating it can be to not have a job where the primary construction of one’s social identity comes from a job title.
The author presents his subjects’ choice to minimize work not as a character flaw but as a brave and radical act. He goes out of his way to illustrate that far from being lazy, they have meaningful, active lives filled with volunteer work, hobbies, and social bonds. It just so happens that their lives are not centered around a job.
I deeply loved this book because it is the first book that has articulated my own negative feelings about how work dominates the lives of almost all people on Earth. That said, the ending of the book falls a bit flat because although the author proposes some possible paths forward to bring the anti-work movement into the mainstream, there is currently zero political momentum behind the idea of working less and finding meaning primarily outside of work. In that sense, this book can be a depressing read. This is the situation we are stuck with, and there is no feasible way out yet—at least not at scale. But in another sense, this book is also hugely validating to those who quietly resent the chokehold that work has on all of us. May we all one day live in a world where work doesn’t dominate so much of our one precious life.