Posted by EditorDavid from the we-do-not-forget dept.
Slashdot covered Barrett Brown back in 2011 and 2012. The New York Times calls him “an activist associated with the hacker group Anonymous, and a political prisoner recently denied asylum in Britain, all of which sounds a bit dreary until we hear tell of it through Brown’s unhinged self-regard.”
They’re reviewing Brown’s “extraordinary” new memoir, My Glorious Defeats: Hacktivist, Narcissist, Anonymous,” a book they call “deranged, hyperbolic, and true.” A “machine” that focuses attention on little-known social issues, Anonymous has gone after the Church of Scientology, Koch Industries, websites hosting child pornography and the Westboro Baptist Church. The public tends to be confused by nebulous digital activities, so it was, in the collective’s heyday, helpful to have Brown act as a translator between the hackers and mainstream journalists. “The year 2011 ended as it began,” he writes, “with a sophisticated hack on a state-affiliated corporation that ostensibly dealt in straightforward security and analysis while secretly engaging in black ops campaigns against activists who’d proven troublesome to powerful clients.”
This particular corporation was Stratfor, a company that spied on activists for the government… Brown waited for the feds to come back and drag him to jail. He also says he tried to get off suboxone in order to avoid the painful possibility of prison withdrawal, and stopped taking Paxil, inducing a manic state, all of which is given as explanation for his regrettable next move, which was to set up a camera and start talking. The feds had threatened his mother, he told the internet, and in response he was threatening Robert Smith, the lead agent on his case. He found himself in custody the same night.
Brown was then subjected to the kind of nonsense the Department of Justice is prone to inflicting on those involved in shadowy internet activities that, in fact, almost no one in the legal process understands. He was charged with participating in the hack of Stratfor, though he was not really involved and cannot code, and although the whole thing was organized by an F.B.I. informant. Brown had also retweeted a Fox News host’s call to murder Julian Assange; the prosecution presented this as if he were himself calling for the murder of Assange. But generally, Brown’s primary victim is himself. “My thirst for glory and hatred for the state,” he writes, “were incompatible with an orthodox criminal defense, in which the limiting of one’s sentence is the sole objective.”
In his cell, with an eraser-less pencil he needs a compliant guard to repeatedly sharpen, he writes “The Barrett Brown Review of Arts and Letters and Jail.” His mother types it up; The Intercept publishes. He develops the character he will play in his memoir: a self-aware narcissist and addict. He wins a National Magazine Award, and is especially pleased that his column “Please Stop Sending Me Jonathan Franzen Novels,” wins while Franzen is in attendance.
“The state is an afterthought here — a litany of absurdist horrors too stupid to appall…” the review concludes.
“We’re left with a man who refuses to look away from the deep structure of the world, an unstable position from which there is no sanctuary. My Glorious Defeats is deranged, hyperbolic and as true a work as I have read in a very long time.”
For every bloke who makes his mark, there’s half a dozen waiting to rub it out. — Andy Capp
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