Book review: The New Digital Age by Eric Schmidt and Jared Cohen

cv_the_new_digital_agThis book is in bookshops now.

How will the rapidly increasing spread of connectivity – such as you are using to read this review – affect us, and our institutions? This book claims to answer that question.

Indeed, this book promises a great deal. Its sub-title is ‘Reshaping the Future of People, Nations and Business’, and there are snippets of fulsome praise from many people, Bill Clinton, Richard Branson, Tony Blair, and Henry Kissinger among others, scattered around both covers and the fly-leaf.

When I first picked it up my immediate reaction was ‘No Way – it’s over sold’. Is it?
To avoid suspense: no it isn’t, not entirely anyway.

The book starts with a simple, but counter-intuitive observation – that ‘the Internet is among the few things humans have built that they do not completely understand’. I was able to quibble with that immediately – it is the possible applications of the Internet that humans do not fully understand, but that turned out to be one of the many places in which clarity of explanation, and high-octane writing, are allowed some poetic license. No problem.

The book seeks to take what is happening perhaps just somewhere today and work out what can be expected everywhere tomorrow, in a world in which everyone is connected. This goes beyond just getting straightforward information; after all virtually every fact is already available more or less instantly to those of us who are already connected. What happens when the other 80% of the world’s population are connected all the time?

The book is structured in seven chapters, looking at the future of ourselves; of Identity, Citizenship and Reporting, of States; of Revolution; of Terrorism; of Conflict, of Combat and Intervention, and lastly of Reconstruction. Each chapter describes some of the things that are happening now, and projects to the future of ubiquitous connection. Big questions are asked about the relationship between the individual and the state, about privacy and security, about relationships between states, and what we will need to give up to gain the advantages of this coming digital age.

One core of the discussion argument is the observation that the future population will be connected, but at different levels – what the authors call a ‘digital caste system’. Different individuals will benefit from this connectivity to different degrees. States will find that they need to deal with the virtual world as well as the physical one. International relations will extend to include cyberspace, as indeed warfare already has – several examples are given.

The interactions between individuals and the state will change both in quantity and kind. The book stresses that technological change gives many benefits, but also brings less desirable impacts. Connected citizens will be empowered in many ways – witness the green revolution in Iran, in which Twitter was the primary means of communication and organisation. But this empowerment comes at the cost of the elimination of privacy. How can the costs and the benefits be balanced?

These are just a few of the big issues that are raised, and the authors give plenty of detail about the current state of play and what the future might hold in each case that they address. Their conclusions however are more variable – some are detailed and well thought out with concrete implications, others are more general. That’s probably to be expected, since the authors and their research teams are not omniscient.

I did notice that there isn’t much comment on the issue of corporate responsibility, although it is acknowledged that multi-national corporations can act almost as states, without such inconveniences as democracy or borders. I liked their discussion of the inevitability of changes driven by citizens, technology and corporations, despite the inherent conservatism of governments and politicians, and wished for more.

But who are these authors? How are they qualified to pontificate on the future with such confidence?
Eric Schmidt is the Executive Chairman of Google, after a long career as a technologist, and Jared Cohen is “Director, Google Ideas”, which doesn’t tell us much. What makes two geeks think they can answer such a wide-ranging set of questions? I’m a geek, and I don’t ask these questions, let alone provide answers.

Turns out that these are no ordinary geeks: both have been advisors to senior US politicians, including three Secretaries of State, and Barack Obama. Cohen has had some hair-raising experiences in the Middle East and Africa, is listed as an expert on terrorism, and radicalism, and has been a State Department policy planner. They have been involved with the Council on Foreign Relations, which is a large non-partisan think-tank. And they have talked to a lot of people either directly or perhaps through their researchers.

This is a short book. There are 315 pages but the main text finishes on page 257. There is an extensive set of notes about the sources, and an index.

The prose is readable and fast-moving, but in places I’d describe it as over-strong. Certainly there are a number of places in which a bald statement ‘Such-and-such will happen’ appears where a more nuanced argument might have been expected. This is no doubt a by-product of the need to keep the book pitched at as wide an audience as possible. The authors could have taken a narrower scope (or written two books), and I found the chapters on the individual, on privacy and security more insightful than some of the other sections. And there is bad news within, particularly the certainty that the Internet will be “balkanised” by large companies with revenues to build.

I was left with more questions than answers, but that is probably the point. At least now I know some questions and have some useful input towards finding my own answers.

Reviewed by Gordon Findlay

The New Digital Age
by Eric Schmidt and Jared Cohen
Published by John Murray Publishers Ltd
ISBN 9781848546219

Book review: Vinacular: A Wine Lover’s A-Z by Scott Kennedy and John Saker

cv_vinacularThis book is in bookstores now.

With books that are a combined effort between a writer and an artist, it seems to be the norm that on the cover the writer’s name goes first. But in this little gem, the artist’s name is the first on the cover. Is it because K comes before S? Or is it because the illustrations, that are so perfect in every way, stand out more than the writing?

I like to think this could be the case, as the illustrations really are quite lovely – gorgeous quirky little drawings, bold but not overpowering use of colour, that capture so succinctly equally well worded snippets of wine trivia that Mr Saker has so neatly defined for us. Together the two make this a very nicely produced little book that is a pleasure to pick up, open, randomly read, chuckle, put down and very quickly pick up again.

I wonder how much wine passed Mr Saker’s lips while he was researching and formulating his definitions? Some really are quite funny – “Entry Level Wines – Entry level wines are like ground-floor apartments. It’s where you start out, pay less, get no kind of a view and wonder how good it must be up there in the penthouse. (Or how hideous down in the basement.)”Or Quaffer – “Quaff a quaffer to quickly quench, but factor in the quality quotient, for down so easy can go quite queasy. ‘He made me a quaffer I should have refused!’ “ And so it goes on for the other 24 letters of the alphabet.

I know Christmas has been and gone, and this book was in the shops then. But it really is the most perfect little gift book, and you don’t have to be a wine expert to enjoy the match between words and pictures. I bet Mr Kennedy and Mr Saker had way more fun putting this together than we could ever have reading and re-reading it, but that joy and passion for what they do comes flying off the pages for us to enjoy. With a glass of wine and a companion to laugh with. And you couldn’t possibly get the same enjoyment from reading this on an E-Reader. After all where would all the red wine drips and drops, evidence of a good time, go?

Reviewed by Felicty Murray who blogs as Kiwi Flora Reads

Vinacular: A Wine Lover’s A-Z
by Scott Kennedy and John Saker
Published by Awa Press
ISBN  9781877551611

Book Review: The Cutting Room, by Jilliane Hoffman

This book is available in bookstores now.

The Cutting Room reminds us that prison incarceration is not necessarily able to end the machinations of sick-minded prisoners, who can reach beyond the walls and have others commit crimes for them.

Carefully constructed in three parts, this 410 pager is a skin crawler in some chapters, and its story – beginning with a filmed snuff movie – concludes in a quiet and personal (but slightly disturbing) conquering of mental demons by the female Prosecuting Attorney, C-J.

Between those two points, we follow the progression of serial killings, mutilated victims, sick voyeurism, corrupt and perverted members of the criminal and justice systems and high society, and the personal turmoil of a surviving ex-victim. We see the strain on relationships of those working the case at its early and final stages. We lose one character who we expect to be the surviving puzzle solver.

This is a “re-reader” – I’m into my third round, revisiting scenes for the quality of the writing, the characterisation, the dialogue. And picking up on nuances I’d missed in earlier readings, so cleverly has the author drawn me into the world of sick crime and determined investigation.

Ms Hoffman’s style is a pleasure to read, the plot structure intertwines events past and current, from New York to Miami, to California, Orlando, the Santa Ynez Mountains, back to Miami and hints of the future. Rivetting stuff!

I love criminal justice and forensic drama – CSI, Law & Order, NCIS., Bones, Criminal Minds, Cold Case, et al – so The Cutting Room couldn’t have been sent to a more biased reviewer. I found myself wanting a whiteboard to chart all the victims and perpetrators and their links, but chose to re-read instead.

Reviewed by Lynne McAnulty-Street

The Cutting Room
by Jilliane Hoffman
Published by HarperCollins Publishers
ISBN: 978007 311675

Tuesday poem: On Hold by Bill Nelson

By calling sweet listener, you are agreeing and by
humming you are leaving and by the way, fleeing is
tantamount and this implies, by the way, a bucket
of guilt buried by asides and by asides we mean
besides it is the times we are living in and the fact
that you have concurred by saying so into
the mouthpiece is irrelevant for this is the switchboard
to multiple various parties, various multiple institutions
who do the same thing but in slightly different ways.
You are fourth in the queue valuable listener and
someone will come soon, they have the answers
to your questions and are experts in the study of old
trees, young roots, acorns collecting in small brown piles
and they have been trained in the art of deflection, that’s right
reflection. This is the centre for beautifully complex self-
destruction and we appreciate your patience, we want you
to be happy, creative, complaint-free and it is with the utmost
of pain and regret, destitution and inter-continental
ballistic sadness we are unable to answer.

by Bill Nelson
from 4th Floor Literary Journal 2011
Published by Whitireia New Zealand Writing Programme
Used with the permission of  Whitireia New Zealand Writing Programme

This poem is part of the Tuesday Poem Scheme

Book review: After Cleo: Came Jonah by Helen Brown

This book is available in bookshops now.

Don’t you love it when a book you dearly loved has a sequel?

As a crazy cat lady in the making, I lapped up everything about Helen Brown’s first feline-related book Cleo: How an uppity cat helped heal a family. It’s the true story of how a little black kitten came into her life after her nine-year-son Sam was tragically killed in a road accident, in front of his younger brother Rob. Spirited, regal Cleo was the tonic Helen and her family needed: her kittenish antics and unwavering companionship see the Brown family through their heartache and many more years of ups and downs too.

So you can imagine my utter glee when I discovered there was follow up.

This one picks up where the first story left off, with Cleo having recently passed on and a vehement Helen rejecting all notions of getting another cat – ever.

It takes a battle with breast cancer to change her mind. While recovering from a mastectomy, Helen’s sister spots “the cutest Siamese kitten in the pet shop across town.” Despite barely being able to hobble to the car, her adamant no cat stance and a dislike of the breed, it doesn’t actually take much convincing to get Helen to the shops. Then the beautiful milk white kitten tinged with shadowy brown, matching ears, tail and feet does all the rest. She writes:

“I have always assumed love at first sight was a human-to-human thing, and not something that could occur between a middle-aged woman and a Siamese kitten. But in those few seconds I’d become enraptured. At some sub-cellular level that kitten and I belonged together.”

To seal the deal, the sleek and athletic kitten is named Jonah, in homage to our great All Black winger who was hitting the headlines at the time and also to appeal to her rugby mad but not so fond of cats husband, Philip.

Jonah quickly establishes himself as a madcap dervish who wraps the entire household around his little chocolate paw. His antics (and trail of destruction) are the perfect foil for the myriad of stresses Helen faces on top of her recuperation: organising her son Rob’s impending nuptials, trying to complete the manuscript for the Cleo book and most worrying of all, daughter Lydia’s decision to give up her scholarship at university to become a Buddhist nun in Sri Lanka.

But oh what a delightful read this is! Despite the obviously painful and often trying situations, Helen fearlessly opens up about these physical and emotional hardships and is unflinchingly honest, even when sometimes it means she is cast in a not so flattering light. Her insights into aging, death and the challenges of motherhood – especially when your beautiful and talented daughter wants to become a nun in a country embroiled in civil war – are warm and sincere. Her wry observations, such as Lydia’s penchant for wearing white – the colour of purity – had me snorting with laughter. She writes: “As we watched her float away like a snowflake toward the departure gate, the mother in me thought “What a dreadful colour for stains. I hope she doesn’t spill tomato sauce over herself.”

And then there’s Jonah. Capricious, wily, Jonah with his crazy, demanding ways and clever perceptions into his family’s needs that only a feline can have. How I loved him! And when he ends up on kitty Prozac after terrorising the house with prolific territorial spraying, his newly achieved Zen state nearly matches that of the devout and much meditated Lydia.

The epitome of the bitter-sweet memoir After Cleo: Came Jonah is and every bit as charming, funny and heartfelt as its predecessor. I carried it everywhere I went in the two days it took me to read it, pulling it out whenever I had even just a spare moment or two – that to me is the mark of a great read. And just as Cleo placed a little paw print on my book loving heart, Jonah did too – in his distinctly more energetic and rambunctious way of course.

Reviewed by Well Read Kitty who also blogs here.

After Cleo: Came Jonah – How a crazy kitten and a rebelling daughter turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
by Helen Brown
Published by Arena (Allen & Unwin)
ISBN 9781742377773

Tuesday poem: In the picture by Michael Harlow

When you arrive, a morning the earth
wakes so full of longing, that desire
to give you a name; a beginning to call
your own. You are who you want to be.

Happy in time just to hear your voice
making things happen, and they do.
and here you are drawing yourself
into the picture: under your hand you

are a three-legged house on stilts that want
to be trees; and a blue-sky hat to catch
the rain, white out of the corner of your
eye a high-five blazing sun is busy opening

windows and doors. Here I am, you say,
your undisguised self wearing a shout as
green as summer grass. And you sign your
name like running water. It is only later

as it will be, when the light is not a question
until the dark calls, there is someone trying
to climb into the picture before his time.
Are you a vistor? you asked. Yes, he answered.

Only a visitor? Yes, he said, striking a pose
to make the point. I’m beginning to think
that entering the world as meaningful music
is as mysterious as leaving it, don’t you?
It’s then you say you wish you could be a wave
in the sea. Then we wouldn’t have to die, would we?

From The Tram Conductor’s Blue Cap (page 9) by Michael Harlow
Published by Auckland University Press
Used with the permission of Auckland University Press
This poem has been posted as part of the Tuesday Poem scheme

That Pile of Books

You know you’re addicted to buying books when you think you’ve got approximately 30 sitting ready to read, but when you count them up they actually total a staggering 94.

I will confess, when it comes to addiction, those glossy, sometimes gold embossed covered books are my vice. Second-hand steals from the charity book sale are irresistible too. And the $7.95 previous block-buster remainders that I couldn’t leave lonely in the bargain bin speak enticingly to me as well.

I know that many people have that modest stack of books beside their bed that they desire to read if time would only permit. I’ve had to give up on the stack. There isn’t room for casual stacking when your stack is made of 94 titles of varying sizes.

Mine over-load my home-made bookcase in the living room. The full bookcase makes for great conversation, giving the impression that I’m well-read, hinting at a reading capacity of a book a night.  Mostly I just run my fingers over the glossy book spines, marveling at the contrasting colours and thicknesses.

I’m lucky if I get through one book a month, although I do follow the 100 page rule: If I can’t get into the book by page 100 I ditch it. This rule is tempered by the amount of money laid down. If I’ve spent $50 or more, I want to get more reading out of it, even if it bores me to distraction or irks me with flaws. I’m a lot more ruthless with second-hand books.

A glance through my yet-to-read collection reveals my state of mind and curiosity at the time of purchase. I was excited when I bought Geoff Dyer’s Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi (signed) and Glyn Maxwell’s The Girl who was going to die (also signed) because I was at the Writers and Readers festival in Wellington.

I was feeling hopeful when I thought I could tackle all those Katharine Kerr’s (six), and Sara Douglass’s (three).

I was feeling mystical when I purchased a novel about Stonehenge, one on Atlantis, a few on Avalon, an experiential book on Shamanism, a book on The Magi and In Search of Ancient New Zealand. I was thrilled to find out of print Dion Fortune and Murry Hope titles. So thrilled I bought the lot.

I’d like to blame Margaret Mahy for being so prolific a writer that I have four of her books waiting to be read.

I have a complete Caiseal Mor trilogy at my beck and call, thanks to a remainder bin. I have two Barbaras – Erskine and Ewing to read, Elenor Gill and Elizabeth Knox also in the wings. Traci Harding is begging me to read her latest trilogy offerings but for now I’m reading Katherine Howe’s The Lost Book of Salem that I bought brand new in 2009 and I’m only just getting to.

By my calculations, I’ll have read the current 94 books by the end of 2019. Of course by then I’ll have bought at least another 94, most probably more. I’ll need massive insurance for books alone in the future, given proposed predictions of bound book demise.

My glossy-covered book addiction will perhaps be a rarity among common society? Home-made bookcases will replace my other living room furniture and guests will have to perch between the cases gasping at the antiquated-ness of it all.

by Penny M Geddis, Writer, Book Buyer at Otatara Bookshop

Ed: Penny’s blog post comes ahead of the massive Booksellers NZ Christmas giveaway. Show us your pile of books and we’ll put you in the draw to win even more! Details soon…