And Then There’s This: How Stories Live and Die in Viral Culture | By Bill Wasik | Viking Press | $25.95, 208 pages
Without a doubt, Bill Wasik’s And Then There’s This is something of a pilgrimage. But readers intent on reaching the Celestial City will be sorely disappointed. The author, a senior editor at Harper’s, skips the sort of allegorical itinerary that so fascinated John Bunyan. Instead he picks his way through the thoroughfares and back alleys of viral culture, surveying its “various precincts… from politics and literature to marketing and music, in locales throughout the virtual world (blogs, chat rooms, MySpace, YouTube) and the real one (New York, Washington, Minneapolis, Santa Monica).” His goal is to see how ideas spread—particularly those that are designed to spread. To do so, Wasik has constructed and launched a few stories of his own, then followed their trajectories through the viral ether.
Following specific stories as they spread in a culture of data glut and microscopic attention spans feels rather like tracking individual tadpoles in a crowd of the little suckers. Their progress can be hard to assess without asking the rest to slow down, or clear out. Yet Wasik performs the job well, clinging tightly to each idea he chooses to investigate and clarifying the questions that drove his experiments in the first place. His 2003 “flash mob” project, for example, leads him to wonder whether a real-world crowd can illustrate, or even mimic, how an idea behaves online. His entry for the Huffington Post-sponsored Contagious Festival, which rewards websites that garner the most page views in a month, raises the question of whether there is truly a meme-making formula.
What most interests Wasik is the shape that viral contagion takes—whether it is triggered by a music video of rapping ostriches or an indictment of the Bush administration—and what that says about the nature of culture and communication. For the successful nanostory (which is what the author calls such flash-in-the-pan narratives), the trajectory is always about the same. There is a big, rapid spike, followed by the inexorable drop-off. (There are, handily, many graphic iterations of this spike-and-collapse throughout the book.) Wasik points out several reasons for this ubiquitous pattern. There is the media parasitism that promptly kills the phenomenon it attends to; the mercurial mindset of culture-makers who simply don’t aspire to permanence; and the increasing savviness among reader and consumers, who prefer to start trends rather than merely follow them.
As you might have already guessed, Wasik stops short of converting his readers to the cause of meme-making or nanostory-engineering. He does, however, dole out nuggets of wisdom picked up on the trail: “insiderness seemed to be its own reward,” or “contagious sites play on social relationships.” He delivers these axioms rather dispassionately, and sometimes it feels as though he’s begun brooding before he’s finished his point. But once in awhile, the author lightens up and speaks in a more impassioned voice.
One of these moments comes when he meets a fairly successful painter, Kurt Strahm, who had abandoned his canvases for the greener pastures of Web site engineering. Wasik reflects on the artist’s choice:
It was a mug’s game, these days, to spend months laboring over an art project, only to have it exhibited briefly in a gallery, perhaps purchased, but almost certainly soon forgotten. By contrast, a stripped-down, imperfectly realized project, or even just an idea for the project, can be disseminated, spread, appreciated in an instant; one can watch it spread online from mind to mind, see plaudits and criticisms spin out in real time; one can watch, indeed, its very abandonment, even as another idea has taken its place. The increase in pleasure is immense, and the chance of one’s work enduring decreases only a small amount, falling down from a thousandth of a percent, perhaps merely to zero.
As the author sees it, Strahm’s career switch is ultimately driven by an elementary human impulse: the desire to share ideas with a wider, more attentive audience.

It's a long time since I've come across such sloppy uncommunicative writing. "Celestial city", "tadpoles", "memes"? Sorting through my garbage offers a more coherent story than reading this piece.
Is the author really an editor at Harpers? Or a high-school student on summer work experience?
Why the hell did Roland Soong link to it?
#1 Posted by Osprey, CJR on Sun 5 Jul 2009 at 04:42 AM
It's clear from the second sentence that the author of the book under review is an editor at Harper's--not the reviewer herself. "Celestial City" is an allusion to John Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress," which is clarified in the third sentence. As for "tadpoles" or "memes," they're both in the dictionary and hardly uncommon.
#2 Posted by James Marcus, CJR on Thu 9 Jul 2009 at 02:55 PM
It's an interesting experiment to see how ideas spread. Why not? Surely the author wanted to tell society something very important. At least it seemed so for him. But telling the truth I'm not really fond of such books....
Denny., Wood burning fireplaces
#3 Posted by Denny, CJR on Sat 14 Nov 2009 at 07:23 AM
I bought the book based on the 5 star reviews I was witnessing over on Amazon, but it seems that most of the reviewers either happened to be colleagues or are such close friends that they happened to get their hands on the manuscript -- talk about a set up. The other low point is when you realize that the man essentially claims to have created the flash mob. Now, I would have been relatively okay with this if he'd at least cited ImprovEverywhere and the work of Charlie Todd as a similar example -- but the obvious omission of the work seems to me to be a blatant admission for guilt of plagarism -- which I thought was considered a cardinal sin in the world of Journalism.
Melany, Psychology degree online
#4 Posted by Melany, CJR on Sat 16 Jan 2010 at 05:37 AM