R.I.P. Studs Terkel. This man changed the way I saw people, the way I saw history, the way I saw life. A question for the mob: where are the Studs Terkels of the Web? I thought the Web would give a voice to people in the same way as Terkel’s histories did, uncovering the enduring concrete beneath the faded linoleum of peoples’ everyday lives. It doesn’t seem to have worked out that way: for every true voice there seems to be a hundred crowing buffoons doing their best to drown out everybody else. But hey! I’m turning into Andrew Keen. Once I crack open my second-hand copy of Working, I’ll feel much better.
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