
In many ways, Here Comes Everybody by Clay Shirky feels like the screenplay for a movie based on Groundswell. (Hey, they’re already making a movie based on Facebook.) Which is to say that Shirky’s strength is found in his narrative examples of social media at work–easily the most memorable parts of the text.
The opening chapter is largely the story of Evan Guttman’s quest to retrieve a lost/stolen smartphone using social tools. We also learn about a group of Catholics using these tools to protest sex abuse scandals, about the origins of Linux in a discussion group in 1991, and about the backlash of Digg users over perceived censorship. Angry passengers demand satisfaction after being stuck on a grounded Northwest Airlines flight. Egyptian prodemocracy bloggers twitter up a flashmob. Throughout the book, Shirky chronicles many, many instances in which institutions are subverted, overcome, or won over by social media users. This is”the power of group action, given the right tools,” Shirky tells us. Where Groundswell uses research as evidence, Everybody uses anecdotes to make its points.
In contrast to Groundswell, Shirky chooses not to judge whether these changes are good or bad (for me, for you, or for your business), focusing instead on their ramifications. “These changes are profound because they are amplifying or extending our essential social skills, and our characteristic social failings as well,” he writes. “We are living in the middle of the largest increase in expressive capability in the history of the human race.” But the tools themselves are only part of the equation. In order to be effective, tools must be combined, according to the author, with a “plausible promise,” as well as a bargain with the user. By looking at these three components of any group using social tools, we can understand the reasons for their success, or their failure.
Of course, the book would be a pretty big downer if most of the stories ended in failure. Instead, Shirky provides provocative insights into why they succeed: Open source projects “get failure for free”–Linux has no employees, only contributors. Meetup succeeds not inspite of failed groups, but because of them. Bloggers aren’t ruled by a 24-hour news cycle. Flickr escapes prohibitive costs by eschewing management. Wikipedia doesn’t have to be efficient, only effective. Each example is an elegant illustration of the “jujitsu” discussed in Groundswell.
The book does bog down a bit when Shirky delves into the history of hierarchical management structures in more detail than is warranted. However, this does introduce one of the book’s more fascinating concepts, that of the Coasean floor. Activities that are valuable to someone, but too expensive to be taken on by an institution due to transaction costs, are said to be “lying under a Coasean floor.” However, with advent of social media, tasks as complex yet seemingly trivial as assembling photographers to cover a local parade and publishing their work can now be accomplished by large, loosely organized groups operating under the Cosean floor, “do[ing] big things for love.” This complements my suggestion in my Groundswell post that social media is, essentially, the new grassroots. Shirky agrees, noting that even if the participants of a group all live in the same town, it’s likely easier for them to organize online than in person.As a side note, I was intrigued by an early reference to class and race in the book, which are topics that we haven’t dealt with much in class yet. Also, in the Epilogue Shirky discusses how the availability of these tools is expanding worldwide, but suggests it may be as long as a decade until “most of the world” has access. The role of race and class (and gender!) in social networks is one I’m eager to learn more about. Just scratching the surface, for example: on at least one social network, men don’t write black women back. If this also applies to, say, Twitter, then as that service goes global in the next ten years, will these trends (or are they prejudices?) become a bigger problem? Or will they just become fodder for the next decade’s version of He’s Just Not That Into You?