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Ten years ago, Naomi Klein's No Logo was a virtual fashion accessory for a certain generation. Everywhere you went, hip earnest types could be seen reading it - on the train, on holiday, even in Starbucks sipping on a latte (with obligatory sprinkling of irony). Being neither hip nor earnest myself, I managed to miss out on this achingly cool phenomenon, and only picked up a copy to read earlier this year. The good news is that if you're coming to No Logo a decade or so after the party ended, be assured that it is still very much an essential read. Not so much 'out of date' as 'of its time' - but all the more interesting for it.
Most people today will already be aware that corporations and exploitation go together like burgers and fries. That if we scratched the surface of some of our most successful brands - Nike, Levi's, Disney - we would find something noticeably different from the clean, wholesome image adorning our billboards and magazines. What Klein has done is force our gaze into this hidden world - of sweatshops, child labour and corporate censorship - to remove any doubt about the full extent of the price being paid for our brand-filled lifestyles. It's a price that ranges from troubling (the creeping corporate colonisation of academia) to horrifying (the appalling conditions at Cavite where workers slave over products destined for western malls).
Infuriating and depressing it may be, No Logo is also a book that revels in the sheer tie-dyed trendiness of standing up to the machine; of anticorporate activism, of culture jamming, lobbying and reclaiming the streets. Indeed it is Klein's unbounded optimism - in a continually thriving underground movement, independent media, spontaneous street parties and protests - that forms a key part of the book's appeal. Surprisingly objective and able to analyse her own prejudices, this is more even-handed than you might expect. She predicts and acknowledges the cynicism, but refuses to let it dampen her spirit.
A few inaccuracies in Klein's data don't alter the fact that this is an important and well-argued book. At 500 pages, it's possibly a little bloated, but there's no denying the strength of material here to inform as well as outrage. I certainly didn't know anything about export processing zones before reading this book. Nor did I know much about anticorporate activism beyond the media portrayal of unwashed students and anarchist yobs. More than anything, Klein deserves credit for bringing the experiences of previously invisible foreign workers and the other darker sides of corporatism to our attention. Don't let the book's age put you off - the themes are still relevant, no matter how many 'corporate responsibility' statements have since cropped up on the big brand websites. As an extra, this 10th anniversary edition includes a new introduction by the author, offering some post 9/11, financial meltdown, Brand Obama context.
Most people today will already be aware that corporations and exploitation go together like burgers and fries. That if we scratched the surface of some of our most successful brands - Nike, Levi's, Disney - we would find something noticeably different from the clean, wholesome image adorning our billboards and magazines. What Klein has done is force our gaze into this hidden world - of sweatshops, child labour and corporate censorship - to remove any doubt about the full extent of the price being paid for our brand-filled lifestyles. It's a price that ranges from troubling (the creeping corporate colonisation of academia) to horrifying (the appalling conditions at Cavite where workers slave over products destined for western malls).
Infuriating and depressing it may be, No Logo is also a book that revels in the sheer tie-dyed trendiness of standing up to the machine; of anticorporate activism, of culture jamming, lobbying and reclaiming the streets. Indeed it is Klein's unbounded optimism - in a continually thriving underground movement, independent media, spontaneous street parties and protests - that forms a key part of the book's appeal. Surprisingly objective and able to analyse her own prejudices, this is more even-handed than you might expect. She predicts and acknowledges the cynicism, but refuses to let it dampen her spirit.
A few inaccuracies in Klein's data don't alter the fact that this is an important and well-argued book. At 500 pages, it's possibly a little bloated, but there's no denying the strength of material here to inform as well as outrage. I certainly didn't know anything about export processing zones before reading this book. Nor did I know much about anticorporate activism beyond the media portrayal of unwashed students and anarchist yobs. More than anything, Klein deserves credit for bringing the experiences of previously invisible foreign workers and the other darker sides of corporatism to our attention. Don't let the book's age put you off - the themes are still relevant, no matter how many 'corporate responsibility' statements have since cropped up on the big brand websites. As an extra, this 10th anniversary edition includes a new introduction by the author, offering some post 9/11, financial meltdown, Brand Obama context.