This is just going to have to be a very short reflection, even for my standards. Every now and again it is inescpable that I just plain have nothing to say about this book.
I’ve liked Anonymous since its inception. For one, there is something uniquely mine about it – it existed in my period of history, and I watched it rise and sort of fall back into obscurity in the space of my life time, the way my father can comment on the group of people commonly known as hippies. Anonymous is sort of my thing. I also feel like I understand the ethos that allowed it to come about, and at the same time understand why it was that ultimately, it failed to change the world, like so many movements before it.
So that is fine. If you want to read a book about Anonymous, I really like Parmy Olson’s book, and I hated Gabriel Coleman’s. Read Olson’s book. Should you read this one?
Well, it’s a graphic novel, and it is suprisingly short. It doesn’t give a lot of information. Infact, it gave suprisingly little. Were the illustrations good? Sure, they were fine. Did they contribute significantly?
No.
Failures in Polymathy 