Changing the world… I recently saw how following the metrics of eyeballs, many people stopped streaming a popular show… just when it got to a ‘woke’ scene. Perhaps the writers genuinely believed they would change the world. Perhaps they just knew their employers wanted that, under the belief that it would appeal with a ‘popular’ narrative, at least with everyone they knew. And the deplorable people who didn’t like it would just watch. They needed their world changed.
Oddly it will change the world. But the writers and actors world, not everyone else’s world. The impact they might have had… probably worked out the other way around on a lot of the audience, and reflected very badly on their careers. Given the movie establishment, they may well even fail upward, like a well-known woke editor who destroyed every sf mag she edited… and kept being hired. And then she’d crash the next one, as the entire short fiction field spiraled downward.
The law of unintended consequences is an iron one. If exactly what we planned happened… well, sometimes it even does. But it’s what ELSE happens that we don’t always expect. I was listening to a biographical history of a pair of folk singers – one of them was there when music producers realized suddenly that they controlled the media, the record labels, the radio stations… they didn’t have to accept what the public thought they liked, they could decide what the public had to buy – very like modern publishing and the media. Oddly… that proved a slow downhill spiral, both for the ‘chosen’ (Who did well… for a while, but just didn’t endure) and ‘outcasts’ – who either had to make their own audiences or vanish. The pool of those outcasts shrank, they did have it tough… but the survivors did not all vanish, but built their own bases, which were not perhaps as powerful, but lasted and lasted. With the development of the net and reaching around those gatekeepers, those ‘stayers’ are growing.
The same is true in publishing, where the gatekeepers having thought they owned everything and could decide public taste, and use it to shape the world according to their desires… have found indies growing to point where there are more of them than there are more of them, earning more money than the traditional publishing houses.
At the moment there are several big tech companies (Facebook, Twitter, various mass media) who have been throwing their weight around, pushing their desired narrative to the exclusion of all else, and forcibly silencing all those who don’t co-operate. The intended consequence was supposed to be getting only their side of any story heard. The law of unintended consequences being what it is, what they’ve done is to give nurture to a lot of smaller competitors who don’t have the size or sometimes the convenience of the existing behemoths. If the behemoths had stuck to boiling the frog very slowly… these upstart companies would never have had a hope in hell of growing. But because of the heavy-handed interference – some of the competitors did, and grew fast. And inevitably the behemoths or their lackeys accused them of whatever they could try and pin on them, attacked their hosting companies, their revenue streams, rather than the behemoths change their strategy and cool the water — the frogs are feeling they have to leave for anywhere else. They won’t come back.
It’s a bit like taking a pot that is boiling over because you have the heat turned up too high… and jamming a lid down onto it, and turning up the gas up a bit further. Whack-a-mole is a futile game, if your process keeps generating moles, every time you hit one. In the end, this process ends with the pot either exploding, or at the very least blowing the lid off and putting the gas flame right out.
So: down this line, one of the petty lackeys of Trad Publishing’s establishment decided to take down Baen Books because they weren’t complying with the narrative and were allowing a range of authors and opinions to be aired, instead of just their chums and prescribed opinion. They attacked Baen via Baen’s Bar – which is an author/reader chatroom — which, since Facebook, has lost a lot of use — with a bunch of wild conspiracy theory rubbish about it being a place that fomented violence, and he and his little coterie of chums (totally spontaneously I’m sure) demanded that hosting companies etc shut it down – and silence opinion he and his friends didn’t like. He jammed the lid down, as hard as he could.
Well, Baen’s Bar is back, using a different system. Why don’t you all go and help it give an unexpected consequence that the jackass did not expect – like a lot more use than it has had for a while. Seeing as Facebook is trying the same lid down stunt, likely to affect many Baen authors and readers, it might be time.
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The law of unexpected consequences is always revoked for their NEXT venture.
Do they know that it exists?
Huh. My old username/password logged me in. Toni’s message says you have to buy something from baen.com or hit the tip jar to get access past the information topics.
There is no tip jar that I could find. FYI.
Supposedly there’s a method for existing members to be grandfathered in by going through the password-change procedure. However, when I tried it, I never received the necessary e-mail. I may try it again, and if I still don’t get the e-mail, I’ll use the contact information for their support and see if they can get me back in.
I’m wondering if the problem is the fact that I hadn’t been very active for a while. I’d sort of drifted away, but after it was shut down, I wanted to go back, if only to support free speech and freedom of association from the wokesters.
There was a problem with emails from the Bar. Some internet/email providers didn’t “like” the “*.net” ending of the emails.
That problem seems to be fixed. [Knock On Wood]
The “tip jar” was on the Baen site not the Baen Bar site.
The fact that streaming services can track just exactly when people turned off the show is an amazing development. I suppose when you were one of the special people who had a Neilson box on your television set it was possible to know that as well, but now it’s possible to track every single viewer, not a small sample.
Sort of scary, too, but interesting.
And it should be a clue, like a street corner preacher who can see when people turn around and wander off. If you have a message and everyone who needs to hear it wanders off, you’re either a failure, or you’ve actually got a different goal that doesn’t involve changing minds.
Should be a clue, but probably won’t to the powers-that-be. They’ll just double down on the Wokery, since they couldn’t possibly be wrong!
This. It SHOULD change shows. I would love it for my books. – because I can and do learn.
I think it already has at least with Amazon’s orginals. They changed the format of Not Top Gear, I mean The Grand Tour to just be the specials without any of the more boring studio audience/celebrity interview stuff based on what they were seeing folks fast forward past. 😎
I haven’t been active at the bar, but I regularly buy the monthly ebook bundles, so my old username and password got me right in. I’ll definitely have to go there more often now.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen!” One of the most common cries of woe and dismay, dating back to . . . well . . . the incident with the snake and the produce?
Typically preceded by the confident and clueless cry, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Who is the “well known woke editor”?
Looks like Jason Sanford got the Best Fan Writer Hugo nomination.
I mean, is anybody surprised? Anybody at all?
He got a Nebula nom too, for a story.
Hugo nom for “fanwriter” eh? The debunking phase should be very popcorn worthy. ~:D
There was a trend, a couple of decades ago, among the British mystery authors where every bloody book they had to kill a good guy at the end, so the good guys won in a complete downer. Dick Francis pasted in a cardboard character for the purpose, in that glass blower book, that stunk to high heavens of “Editor insisted.” Then Martha Grimes went full SJW/PETA/WTF with the premaren book. The whole book was creepy as all get out.
Two authors I used to buy in hardback and devour the day the hit the bookstore shelves. I *may* have bought another Francis, but Grimes? No. I won’t even check a preview.
I hadn’t even thought about them, and what *this* change for the worse might have done to them.
Sometimes he like a plan
Lord love a duck
Glad the bar is back.