Daniel Brüks is a baseline: a human with few enhancements, no cortical inlays, no way to blink and see subtitles in his vision.
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.
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.
This is a clear-eyed call for the climate movement to go beyond peaceful protest in order to avert ecological collapse.
“We live in a world where deliberately dimming the fucking sun might be less risky than not doing it.”
This concise and cogent book offers clear and accessible guidance on what it means to do tech work in the public sector.
Robinson writes science fiction that aspires to be a New Yorker essay. This is not entirely bad.
I am rather enamored with this book from Verlyn Klinkenborg, which presumes that most writing instruction is bullshit.
The titles of the two parts of this selected edition of Le Guin’s stories are Where on Earth and Outer Space, Inner Lands—Le Guin leaves it to the reader to decide which of these is real and which unreal.
First published in 1973, this pamphlet outlines the ways in which the medical establishment created generations of women ignorant of the workings of their bodies and disempowered from their own care.
“Bro!” begins Headley’s delightful new translation of Beowulf, and from there unravels a tale of heroism and machismo and masculinity that honors the origins of the epic poem while also carrying it forward.