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Who’s Controlling YOUR Internet?: A Review of the Book You Don’t Know You Need to Read

Friday, October 28th, 2011

Who Controls the Internet?: Illusions of a Borderless WorldWho Controls the Internet?: Illusions of a Borderless World by Jack L. Goldsmith

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Written accessibly by a Harvard law professor and one from Columbia, this is the kind of “new history” that should probably, soon, become an essential part of our standard education about the world. It explains how the Internet came to be, why it failed as a truly borderless space, and how and why meatspace issues such as censorship, commerce, politics, and even warfare have begun to duplicate themselves in cyberspace.

Although published in 2006, this book is worth talking about now for two reasons. First, it’s interesting. I have been studying power and coercion for a while, and these ought to be issues relegated to the physical world, a.k.a., meatspace. The body is the ultimate place of enforcement. Without the threat of pain or imprisonment, there is no ultimate consequence to lend force to a demand. The Internet’s early popularity in the late 80s and early 90s was due in part to the recognition that cyberspace was different: there was no such thing as a painful consequence. When people organized themselves there, they did it anarchically, and the system worked because no one could aggregate disproportionate force.

Which brings me to the second reason why the book is important. The Internet’s history ought to be taught in classrooms: It has founders, inventors, competing systems of governance, and international drama. For instance, the Internet’s early anarchic structure failed when the U.S. government reasserted its rights to the root servers (citing that the Internet’s invention in the 60s was funded by a DARPA contract). The reason was money. Capitalism. Now is an opportune time to mention that I believe that history, as a course of study, exists to give us perspective on why we do what we do, and why our environment looks the way it does; as opposed to just acting on guesswork, assumption, and blind tradition. And given this premise, I will also voice a supposition that if this particular history is excluded from public school curricula, the cause is not mere oversight. As long as the Internet is a cornerstone of U.S. commerce, its historical, anarchic roots are a threat to the cultural assumption that unregulated capitalism is the only route to freedom.

As Dave Clark, one of the Internet’s founding minds, says: “We reject: kings, presidents, and voting. We believe in: rough consensus and running code.” And for over thirty years, this was the Internet’s credo. Without ideal anarchy, the Internet would not exist as it does today.

If you’re reading this review, I’m guessing you spend a fair chunk of time on the Internet. As long as the Internet is a tool that consumes a great deal of our lives, influences our understanding of the world, and can fail or be forcibly removed from our lives, it is worth understanding–therein lies the ability to judge fair and worthy use from trivial, stupid, or malicious use.

Note: I may change my rating to five stars after finishing the book, but I have not yet finished digesting the authors’ premise that the nation-state is in fact essential to the Internet’s stability. From a pragmatic standpoint (which is perhaps the only relevant one), they are likely correct. But my bias is toward idealism, and I would yet like to find some possibility for a stable, long-term form of Dave Clark’s manifesto on cyberspace.

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Some goals, and the not-quite WIP

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

Since finishing SHAHIDA in April (and again in August), I’ve been researching the next novel. It is a low-level obsession, always at a simmer, which is how I know the idea has the staying-power to keep me interested in the project for the next two to three years. Still lacking an outline, or even a logline, I cannot call it my work-in-progress yet: But I can finally identify the obsession. It’s that America has been at war for ten years, but until I met my wife, who is a decorated participant therein, it was easy to, well… forget, most days, that we are fighting.

  • From this side of the gun (or console), why does war look so much like peace? Should it?
  • Is it a war between the United States and al-Qaeda, or between the nation-state and a borderless state?
  • What does victory look like? How do we know for sure if we’ve won?
  • Who is responsible for this quasi-amnesia, and is it needed to win a war on terror?
  • What does Internet freedom have to do with it?

I know the standard answers to these questions. Those answers fit on placards. The longer versions fit in op-eds. But there is a dystopia, a speculative novel, something, simmering between the lines, too. My goal is to outline the story soon, and then fill a few more months with research; I will say more later, but for now, I trust there is an important effect on human identity, and therefore relationships, that matters here. And that effect is worth a novel.

Besides that goal, here are the others in no order: Finish the marathon on Nov. 13. Stay on schedule at work. Plant some flowers around the tree in the backyard. Find a damn agent, finally. Walk the dogs in this beautiful warm autumn weather. Sleep well two nights in a row. And life is good; therefore, to live it in awareness that it is not good for everyone, and write something that might make a difference.

What doesn’t grow, doesn’t travel well.

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

An update on SHAHIDA is long overdue, and like most things novelists say, requires context.

The short of it is that I plan to have a complete draft by the end of March, and am hauling away loads of scaffolding–that is, what the Portland Dangerous Writers call those tedious passages of first-draft writing in which the novelist explains the story to herself. The only thing SHAHIDA lacks is its ending, which lies somewhere beneath the final load of scaffolding. You can’t find clarity until you’ve piled a lot of chaos on top of it, and let it germinate.

The long of it is that while I am finishing this novel, E. and I will be uprooting ourselves again and moving to San Antonio. I’m getting better at chaos–at searching for houses from afar, checking walk scores, finding the right glassware (e.g., the margarita glasses) on the other side, and most of all, stepping back from routines, favorite streets, new friends, and whatever lens on the world is local to the current city. Except for the friends, it’s scaffolding. It doesn’t travel well. Unless it someday appears in a novel, reshaped or cleverly distorted, it’s gone.

What travels is the habit of writing; the love of my work; the long e-mails with friends (it has been a joy to discover a sharper premise in tandem with my friend Laura Stanfill‘s own journeys into her novel, for instance); and the whole complex inner city that is a relationship with another human being. Maybe language, too–the most personal lens on the world, our voice.

There seems to be a chicken-and-egg question with regard to adaptation, travel, and growth. What doesn’t travel cannot learn to adapt. Yet what doesn’t grow doesn’t travel well, either.

On editing, postulated futures, and the 3/4-rule of sanity.

Friday, February 4th, 2011

You might have seen my interview with Laura Stanfill a few weeks ago. This week, she returned the favor. Read her interview with me here.

Conference report card

Saturday, November 13th, 2010

Venue: A
Agents: A
Value: B+
The coffee: A+
Fellow writers: A+

Like the Backspace Writers Conference last May, this autumn’s Backspace Agent-Author Seminar was the shortest distance between two points: writers and literary agents. Two days of 15-member workshops and panels made for two nights of dead-exhausted sleep and sore feet, if you happened to be wearing boots with four-inch heels. But the rigor is worth it, because the agents, location, and especially other attendees–and yes, Starbucks coffee–were outstanding. The only reason I gave the value a B+ is because everything in New York has a, well, New York price tag.

My pages and query letter seemed generally OK, based on the response they got from agents Michelle Brower, Rebecca Friedman, Natanya Wheeler, Alanna Ramirez, Adam Schear, Kirsten Neuhaus, and Paul Cirone. But the few flags and questions the agents raised are ones I have, too, and hearing them out loud in front of a group helped me answer them better for myself. Chiefly: yes, it’s a dystopian novel about near-future Gaza; no, present-day Gaza is not a dystopia, (1) by definition; and (2) not an appropriate setting for story I want to tell, because the way characters confront the division of men and women in this society cannot happen while strident criticism of the West is a conventional part of the argument.

Anyway, it’s complicated, but it is all helpful for me as the creator of this world. I’m clearer about the writing and revisions that come next, and more excited about my late winter deadline than I was three days ago. Add this to a long run in Prospect Park this morning, and the discovery of a Stumptown Coffee around the corner from Leena’s apartment, and the world seems like a generous place.

Onward!

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