Makers - BoundCovers

Hungarian language

ISBN:: 978-963-524-745-5

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Makers is a novel by Canadian-British science fiction author Cory Doctorow released in October 2009. It was nominated for the Prometheus Award. The book focuses on a near-future imagining of members of the maker culture, a group Doctorow characterizes as being composed of "people who hack hardware, business-models, and living arrangements to discover ways of staying alive and happy even when the economy is falling down the toilet".The novel is available free on the author's website, as a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA download. It is also published in traditional paper form by HarperVoyager. The UK hardcover is 416 pages long.

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Reading Makers is some bizarre inversion of Pride and Prejudice where instead of examining courtship rituals and suitability for marriage, the writer is obsessed with startups and business plans.

Reading this book was like being in a coffee shop (Coffee Bar, specifically) next to a coked up newly minted MBA trying to sell his virtualized social media company to an investor over the phone based purely on the amount of buzzwords he could cram into a sentence. Except for the sex scenes. Oh god. The TSA prostate exam was more realistic.

I started skipping through pages, picking out bits of dialog where they weren't talking about business ideas or propping up each others' egos by telling them how great they were really. Then I started skipping pages. Then finally I realized that, 300 pages in, I realized that the person I most liked in the novel was the rat-faced reporter …

Reading Makers is some bizarre inversion of Pride and Prejudice where instead of examining courtship rituals and suitability for marriage, the writer is obsessed with startups and business plans.

Reading this book was like being in a coffee shop (Coffee Bar, specifically) next to a coked up newly minted MBA trying to sell his virtualized social media company to an investor over the phone based purely on the amount of buzzwords he could cram into a sentence. Except for the sex scenes. Oh god. The TSA prostate exam was more realistic.

I started skipping through pages, picking out bits of dialog where they weren't talking about business ideas or propping up each others' egos by telling them how great they were really. Then I started skipping pages. Then finally I realized that, 300 pages in, I realized that the person I most liked in the novel was the rat-faced reporter who was trying to poke holes in their glorious bubble driven reality.

I put the book down and walked away.