Some books seek to simplify or clarify the past; this one seeks to complicate it.
Each essay in this collection is a a full-throated declaration of a democracy of species—with humans as the minority voice.
Daniel Brüks is a baseline: a human with few enhancements, no cortical inlays, no way to blink and see subtitles in his vision.
To whom are we actually responsible?
Turning to these poems at the end of many a dark day has felt like holding the gift of a small, fierce light.
Siri Keeton, missing half his mind, is sent out on a mission to discover the source of thousands of probes that surrounded Earth and screamed an unintelligible alien signal before burning up in the atmosphere.
The Athsheans live among a forest, on a planet that “yumens” are attempting to colonize.
“Our entrance into work is unfree, and while we’re there, our time is not our own.”
A provocative and irresistable argument that the need to “work for a living” is not a natural order but rather an invention—and one that can change.
An expansion of the immensely popular essay of the same title, here David Graeber takes a long hard look at why so many jobs are rank bullshit, and what can be done about it.
A brisk read that locates echoes of Luddism in current practices like the free software and right-to-repair movements, and makes the case for rescuing Luddism from the dustheap.
No office without politics, no politics without unions.
From the title through every chapter, paragraph, and sentence, this book is a deeply researched polemic against the myth of the “labor of love.”
A brisk, fist-pumping read from veteran labor organizer Jane McAlevey, A Collective Bargain tells stories of unions who won big—and who won during the Trump years, perhaps the darkest time in decades of waning worker power.
An insightful history of professional work, Nikil Saval’s Cubed interrogates how we work by digging into where we work, and the way those workplaces have changed and evolved.
I avoided this book when it first came out because I feared it would hit too close to home. I wasn’t wrong.