At last! A compendium of the great Occupy Wall Street movement is being released in big, glossy book form. And by Time, no less. But does anyone else find it a bit bizarre that now, in this comparatively late stage of the movement (indeed, its death-knell), a comprehensive book is being released? And by Time, no less. It’s a bit like The New York Times running a Q&A with Ice Cube and trying to title it with cutesy ghetto-speak (oh, shit—that actually happened), although not nearly as much as it’s like those books about ’50s film actors whose obituaries are written years in advance. I suppose the petering-out of the movement was inevitable (hell, you know something’s kaput when Third Eye Blind supplies the music), though I can’t quite decide whether its more indicative of the publishing industry cashing in its chips on the public desire to read about dead movements that they probably wouldn’t have participated in when they were alive, or of the movement itself, which, in its waning hours, begins to resemble the self-parodizing elements of that orgasmatron scene in Sleeper.
In any case, RIP Occupy Wall Street. Roll credits.