5.0 out of 5 stars Finally, a decent critique of Internet as ideology March 8, 2013
By Peter Socolow
Snarky? Check. Contrarian? Check. Demanding? Check. That’s enough checks for me: most books don’t go that far. So, to be blunt: whatever its flaws, this book deserves to be widely read and argued about. Is it perfect? Hell no. Morozov doesn’t know when to stop and he is occasionally too full of himself to be enjoyable; at times, this book reads like “Imagine That: Some People Are Wrong on the Internet About the Internet.” (Morozov, of course, would say that this last sentence is pure nonsense, for “the Internet” doesn’t exist. Okay, Professor!) He’s lucky his relatives are no Internet theorists – or he would destroy them as well (that’s a Pavlik Morozov joke right there!)
The book somehow manages to stay extremely funny (Morozov has a great eye for the ridiculous and the surreal; his epigrams are hilarious – especially the Franny Armstrong quote comparing soccer and the Internet) and also very serious (too serious at times; there’s way too much theory in it – it could easily lose some Dewey and Giddens, not to mention of that other enfant terrible, Bruno Latour).