MY GLORIOUS DEFEATS

A computer hacker recounts his electronic misdeeds and their consequences.

Brown’s book opens in prison, “the brick metaphor for American decline,” an environment that he came to know well thanks to his 63-month sentence. That’s not so bad, he notes, considering that he’d racked up federal charges with a combined sentence of 105 years, all connected to his ability to break down electronic barriers. For example, he hacked the email of a prominent white nationalist who was also an FBI informant and dug into the records of the Church of Scientology, which he calls a “hypercommercial techno cult.” Brown, a prize-winning journalist as well as one-time heroin addict (“It is a particularity of the opiate-withdrawal process that, in one’s desperation, one becomes highly receptive to stray enthusiasms”), relates his story well, but the meat of the narrative lies inside the prison yard, a hellscape that he recounts with surprising good humor. He writes, for instance, of a “platonic prison husband,” a small-time Texas hoodlum who’d converted to Islam but still hung with his fellow white prisoners rather than with the Black Muslims—as the author notes, “the first thing one learns upon being incarcerated in the United States is that race is central to prison life.” There are exceptions, he notes, but overall, old distinctions such as whether one is a Crip or a Blood fall away in favor of unity against prisoners of other races. As he recounts, Brown took an affable approach that kept him largely out of trouble with all but the occasional martinet of a guard, but he allows that he’s still plotting anarchist revolution online, now from the safety of London, given that his homeland is a place where “at least a third of its voters [are] actual fascists.”

A lively prison memoir from the cyber age.