A welcome cri de coeur against the soulless machinery of late capitalism.
While Jaffe admits that her freelance employment often involves financial scrambling—“I don’t have an employer that pays for my health insurance, and forget about retirement benefits. Vacation? What’s that?”—she enjoys more freedom than many Americans, even if she begins her argument with an extended refutation of the notion that if you do what you love, “you’ll never work a day in your life,” a hollow mantra that substitutes for the reality that most of us work longer and harder than ever before for less money. The author attacks the fetishization of work brought to the world courtesy of neoliberalism, “a set of choices made by the winning side in a series of struggles”—not to mention the economic doctrine born of the fascist coup that overthrew the socialist government of Chile’s duly elected president, Salvador Allende, in 1973. As Jaffe astutely points out, the subsequent Thatcherism and Reaganism were just Pinochet with a somewhat friendlier face. Neoliberalism also assumes, as did earlier brands of capitalism, that women’s work is less valuable than men’s, a notion that still prevails. It also gives primacy to the unpaid internship as a means of securing free labor. “The internship advanced alongside other forms of contingent work,” writes the author, “and alongside the idea that trading in security for enjoyable work was a deal worth making.” Even highly desirable jobs such as a tenured professorship have become precarious. In a nice turn of phrase, Jaffe writes that even as the vaunted “knowledge economy” came into being, “the labor of knowledge workers was being devalued and deskilled.” The book is long on description and short on solution, but Jaffe does suggest, soundly, that as the current economy cracks along its fissures, it affords room to imagine something better.
Working people of all stripes have much to learn from this book.