thumb drives and oven clocks: a litblog, of sorts

2018-003: American Kingpin, Nick Bilton


"While [Ross] couldn't talk to them about what he did for work, he could discuss what inspired him to do it. After all, in San Francisco the mentality of using technology to try to disrupt a broken system wasn't a strange way of thinking but rather the norm. In so many ways, the programmers and entrepreneurs Ross met were just like him."

American Kingpin, by Nick Bilton, presents the story of Ross Ulbricht, creator of the Silk Road website, and the (many) federal agencies and agents tasked with taking him and his site down. It's a damn good read.

Because I guess I live under a rock I didn't know anything about the story going into the book. My lady gifted it to me at Christmas; she knows me well. This was a fascinating story. It feels weird to call a real-life story about drugs and crime and murder "fun," but there it is; I did it. I mean, it's also horrifying, and sad, and yet, the book itself moves; it's quite efficient as narrative nonfiction—I had a hard time putting it down. Seeing the puzzle pieces fall into place made for fast, engaging reading. It often felt hard to believe it actually all happened the way it did. And I couldn't help but feel like I was rooting for certain people throughout. Not to name names. (Gary.)

One thing, which, for you, your mileage may vary: Bilton is not afraid to embrace the story's inherent melodrama, the melodrama of a story about a strange guy who set out to—and, arguably, did—change the world according to his own sincere beliefs and interests, this larger-than-life character who was simultaneously a sort of complete nobody. (How American! How bifurcatey!) I appreciated that light touch—the smooth prose, the dramatic beats and hints of foreshadowing, the slightly archetypal feel of most of the "characters" involved. It felt right.

At times, it reminded me a little bit of Don Winslow's novel The Power of the Dog. So if you liked that, you might like this, and vice-versa.

Stray thoughts, in the form of questions I'm not going to answer (publishers, if you're looking for book club discussion questions for the paperback edition, I accept payment in Bitc—I mean, cash, huge, physical, dirty piles of cash): just how filthy rich would Ulbricht be today if he'd hung on to his freedom and his Bitcoin and sold it all at the recent inflated market peak? Also, how sympathetic of a "character" is Ulbricht? What might have happened if it had been some other wildly intelligent asshole who'd made the same leaps? Am I pissed that the book spoiled Breaking Bad, a show I swear I'm going to watch during one of my lifetimes on this planet? Could this story have existed at any other point in history—or what stories from history parallel this one, plus or minus a little PHP code ? Gary: the coolest IRS agent, or the coolest IRS agent?

"And just like other ambitious CEOs who ran other start-ups around San Francisco, [Ross] was unable to see how a single decision, made from behind a computer, could trickle down and affect an untold number of real, living human beings."


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