Bill Gates' The Road Ahead
Howard Stern's Miss America
by Ana Marie Cox
Howard Stern's second bestselling
autobiography hasn't gotten past the first chapter before we
learn the limits of Stern's powers. Unable to deceive the sleaze-police
who patrol the public chat-rooms of his on-line service, he
laments his lack of technical know-how. He admits that "I've
always loved using technology to create opportunities to have
orgasms," but laments "I'm no Bill Fucking Gates." Coincidentally,
there is something of a parallel moment in Bill Gates even-better-selling
autobiography, The Road Ahead. Gates surveys the limited
amount of material available on the Internet and notes, with
nary a trace of irony, that new technology is always initially
usurped for illicit purposes: "It never takes long to figure
out how to apply any new technology to the oldest desire," and
since he is Bill Fucking Gates, you can bet he does, informing
the reader that "certainly a few romances around Microsoft have
benefited from e-mail. When my wife, Melinda, and I were first
going out, we took advantage of it."
Gates' book has been marketed as business book and Stern's
as a literary peep-show, but at their heart, these books are
both about the power of technology to shape a public persona.
While Stern's fame is rooted in a medium exponentially older
than Gates' electronic domain, both their books make attempts
to overcome their own "book-ness" in favor of interactivity.
The Road Ahead makes this attempt obvious with a CD-ROM
offering "the complete book text with hundreds of multimedia
hyperlinks, a special interview with Bill Gates, video demonstrations
of future technology, a World Wide browser and more." In a
catch-22 characteristic of the entire Gates world-view, this
preview of future technology is useless if you don't already
possess the current versions. Thus, it is the Stern book's
low-tech aping of high-tech style which is ulitmately more
successful than The Road Ahead in communicating the
kinetic, frenetic style of the Information Age. Miss America's
interior design is a marvel of fonts and sidebars, its visual
hyperactivity approximating virtual hyperlinks without resorting
to the computer.
This
is not to say that Stern has beaten Gates at his own game.
No, if anything, the financial success of Gate's book (which
is outselling Stern's) proves that Gates' electronic persona
doesn't need to be successfully translated into print in order
to be compelling.
Stern handles his fame with manic schizophrenia that is
genius in its hyperbole. Within the same chapter, the
same paragraph, sometimes within the same sentence, Stern
curses and revels in his celebrity. "To be one of the faceless
crowd...Not to be the tall, gawky freak who has to make everyone
laugh," is quickly replaced with "Screw being faceless in
the crowd--being a nobody sucks." These flip-flops are
dizzying and exhilarating, a funhouse of opinion and exaggeration
that reflects the truth through so many different mirrors
that after awhile it doesn't matter anymore. Sure, Stern makes
an attempt at heartfelt revelation--radio fans will be surprised
to learn it has little to do with the size of his dick--but
by the end of the book, we are not one step closer to knowing
anything more about the "real" Howard Stern. And we don't
care.
Bill Gates is as cagey about his "real" self as Stern is
manic. Throughout The Road Ahead, Gate's decision to
make his personal story subordinant to the story of the information
highway mirrors the way he insists the highway itself will
be "unobtrusive" to our future lives. And in much the same
way that Gates has quietly engineered a virtual monopoly on
PCsoftware--a situation which radically limits the number
of choices available--Gates insists that allowing the highway
to make decisions for us will make our lives easier.
Discussing the possibilities of hyperlinked advertising,
he writes: "In the future, companies may pay not only to have
their products on-screen, but also to make them available
for you to buy. You will have the option of inquiring
about any image you see. This will be another choice the highway
will make available unobtrusively. If you are watching
the movie Top Gun and think Tom Cruise's aviator
sunglasses are cool, you'll be able to pause the movie and
learn about the glasses or even buy them on the spot."
This
passage, culled from a chapter about "friction-free capitalism,"
is fairly indicative of the tone of the entire book, from
Gates' awkward and questionable pop culture references (Early
on we learn that The Bridges of Madison County
is "a book I enjoyed greatly"), right down to the eerie
way Gates grants "the highway" sentient autonomy ("a choice
the highway will make available...").
But if Stern's juvenile but dead-on satire fills us with
fascinated revulsion, if in the wake of Windows 95, Joan
Brewer's Bill-centric conspiracy theories are starting
to sound plausible...well, we get the celebrities we deserve.
The gears that turn the machinery
of stardom have propelled them both--the geek and the
shock jock--into the kind of national awareness once reserved
for movie stars and politicians. Bill Gates goes on Letterman,
Howard Stern runs for governor. It all makes some kind of
hideous sense.
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