BOTTOMS UP AND THE DEVIL LAUGHS

A provocative look at the culture of intelligence and its subversions.

“The thing on which you will one day focus all of your anxiety is not the thing you know, today, to fear,” writes New York magazine feature writer Howley. Today, many Americans fear immigration along the border. While the majority of Americans loath the idea of a border wall for political and aesthetic reasons, an architect goes deeper, remarking that the thought of a no-wall world is a Protestant one, “an idea against ethnic clannishness.” Instead of tribalism, we fear terrorism, at least the foreign variety, and have built a huge intelligence machine to try to contain it. As Howley reckons, a petabyte of data, printed out, would fill 24 million filing cabinets, and “at one intelligence agency, one petabyte of classified data accumulates every year and a half.” This amassed data is barely skimmed, and only a handful of specialists know enough to determine what’s secret and not. Enter leakers such as Chelsea Manning, Edward Snowden, and Reality Winner, all of whom were young: “None of them had hit thirty-one on the day they blew the whistle.” What prompted them to release that classified data to outlets such as the morally ambiguous Julian Assange was partly because they had time on their hands, partly because security procedures were lax, but mostly, it seems, because they were convinced that the data revealed evil. Conspiracy theory underlies their work, but it’s better supported than the QAnon-ish theories that give Howley her book’s title. In all events, notes the author, whereas it used to take the CIA, FBI, or other government agency to ferret out crimes, in the modern culture of self-promotion, people such as the Jan. 6 rioters now gladly out themselves: “Somewhere along the way we had lost the knack for anonymity.” Pair this book with Matthew Connelly’s The Declassification Engine.

A literate, readable meditation on the surveillance state and its discontents.