The title of Michael Yates' "Work Work Work" lets you know up front that his is not a book about the wonderful dignity and soul-enriching splendor of labor in a capitalist society, but of its immiserating, spirit-killing, back-breaking, endlessly repetitive pointlessness. This is a slender book that tells you in great but totally unpretentious detail something that many workers might already know: that work fucking sucks. I say "many" and not "all" because in the United States lots of us are still committed to crazy ideas like "nobody wants to work" and "America is less great than it used to be because we don't work as hard." That American capitalist brainworm wriggles into our heads as soon as we're born-- "Work Work Work" is an effort to dig that thing out so we can at last try to live decent and fulfilling lives, lives that we, and not our billionaire overlords, set the spiritual parameters of.
In most of the essays here, Yates sets his sights on the kind of ticky-tack thinking that only re-affirms the basic structures of capital, even and perhaps especially the thinking that supposedly represents a challenge to the status quo. Unions in particular are the subject of scrutiny. At some point, radical ideas about worker power and collective working class determination were replaced by limited visions of beneficent bosses cooperating with white male union heads to achieve moderate wage gains every couple of years. Yates blames corrupt and selfish leadership (the chapter on Cesar Chavez is brutal-- total news to me that he was sort of a shithead) but also union rank-and-file who would align with MAGA freaks for temporary (and finally illusory) gains instead of seeking kinship with laborers around the world (kinship that will require us to focus on ideas that are frequently taboo for labor movements, like ending racism and averting climate catastrophe). As a dues-paying member of the a union that for some reason VOLUNTARILY GAVE UP STRIKE POWER during last contract negotations, this stuff resonated with me completely. The only worker-management "relationship" that has ever meant greater power for normal people is an adversarial one. It's important as unions seem to gain cultural clout again that we don't lose sight of this fact, or get snookered by liberal self-help guru pro-labor people counselling us against anger and action that is completely justified, and necessary.
It is to Yates' great credit that his ideas of the working class-- and his ambitious recommendations for achieving workers control, so as finally to abolish work as we know it-- are expansive, often referencing the Global South, workers of color, women and gay and trans people. If I have a critique of "Work Work Work," it's that I wish there was more of this kind of stuff. The book somewhat confusingly begins with a review of "Rivethead," the memoir of an assembly line worker, and too often Yates locates the idea of "worker" in the image of the hard-hat man in a factory. Maybe as a service/retail/clerk guy I'm biased, but... I would love to see more books like this that center the alienation and physical strain that comes with, say, the work of childcare, or the much-derided experience of being, oh, a barista at Starbucks. (I wonder if part of the reason is the union movement got hamstrung in the 70s and 80s was, well, it's refusal to seriously reckon and incorporate the labor experiences of young people, women, immigrants, etc.( (I'm sure Yates wonders this too, as well. And maybe has even written some books about it?)
My other issue-- man, can the Left really be propping up Mao Zedong and Hugo Chavez in 2022? I ask this, like, sincerely. Maybe I'm missing something, but it seems to me that revering any sort of head of state at this late stage of the game is sort of, uh, counterproductive?
Nevertheless, "Work Work Work" is a stimulating and thoughtful book, both as a set of history lessons and a set of recommendations for potential class strugglers. It was exactly what I needed this Labor Day week.