Showing posts with label Amazon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amazon. Show all posts

Friday, 4 July 2014

Dear Jeff: a letter to Amazon

Dear Jeff,
you don't know me. Your company thinks it does: it once emailed with the header 'Amazon loves you', which made me feel all warm inside until I realised that it just wanted my cash. I read recently that you read and pass on to your executives email sent to jeff@amazon.com on the basis that anyone who bothered to get in touch must feel deeply about whatever problem has come up.

Jeff, I have a problem. Several in fact, but only a couple of them relate to you and Amazon. I've been an Amazon customer since 1999. My first purchase was a copy of The Mabinogion for which I paid £5.74. I've still got it. I didn't buy anything in 2000 or 2001, probably because I lived over a book shop. By 2002 I was buying books and music from Amazon: the first CD was a Steve Reich collection. Harry Potter turns up in the next year, alongside some computer peripherals. By 2006, I'm like an alcoholic in a free bar - music, books, DVDs, software, hardware: all sorts of stuff brought to me as if by magic. It's amazing looking at my order history and remembering that CD or this hardback, almost Proustian (though I've never ordered any madeleines, though you do stock them).

And so it goes on: 24 orders in 2007, 78 in 2008, 109 in 2009. 230 in 2010, 256 in 2011, 281 in 2012, 243 in 2013, 114 by June of this year alone. Mostly books, but also plenty of 'big ticket' items. I'm your perfect customer Jeff. I'm hooked. I just can't stop.

But let's look more closely. The value of my orders has decline massively over the last couple of years and the nature of them has changed. If you check my order history you'll see that 3 years ago, I cancelled a £1000 order for my beloved Nikon D7000 camera. I went elsewhere, and paid a little more. Since then, I've mostly bought second-hand books from independent sellers in your Marketplace. I used to buy through ABE, but you bought that. I bought from the Book Depository. You bought that too. If there was an independent global network of then I'd go there for secondhand books too. I buy new books from Waterstone's now, or from Webberley's in Stoke on Trent when I'm up there. The prices aren't too bad. Perhaps they're a little more expensive, but I go to them for one simple reason:
they pay their taxes. 
The other reason is that one of my friends worked at an Amazon warehouse. He and his friends toiled on incredibly low wages, at unsociable hours, with no job security, no benefits, and no trust. He and his colleagues were treated like indentured labourers.

I know what you're going to say Jeff. You're going to say that everything you do is legal. That tax-efficiency is a fiduciary duty to your shareholders. That if it isn't you, it's some other company. That workers are free to take their labour elsewhere (you don't like trades unions either, do you?).

It won't wash. Not any more. Do you remember a company called Standard Oil? Owned by Rockefeller, it was a pioneer of legal shenanigans, secret deals and market abuse, leading to John D. Rockefeller becoming the richest man in the world. It became such a threat to economic stability – to capitalism itself – that the US authorities broke it up. £8.57 gets you a copy of The History of Standard Oil, which I strongly recommend.

I know lots of other people have mentioned this to you, but I wanted to put it out there. Your nifty use of international tax law (and the absence thereof) is a form of vandalism, of self-harm even. Every pound you salt away is a pound removed from a country's education budget, its healthcare system, its social security budget, its road-building and railway networks, its police service and its courts. You need all these things. You need customers who can read and write to buy your products. You need customers who have skills they can sell to employers to earn enough to shop at Amazon. You need workers to keep your company going. You need a health service to keep them upright. You need a distribution network, good roads, health and safety officers to keep your warehouses standing and safe, lawyers to help you hide the cash and courts in which they argue their cases, a social security system that subsidises the appallingly low wages you pay your workers.

The problem is, Jeff, that you want and need all these things, but you don't want to pay for them. You're sponging off your workers and off the rest of us. Two people said interesting things that you should pay attention to. The first one is Henry Ford, who was a lot like you, except he didn't bother to hide the ruthless, oppressive nature of his capitalism. But he was a very clever man. His own company says this about his 1914 master-stroke:
…he startled the world by announcing that Ford Motor Company would pay $5 a day to its workers. The pay increase would also be accompanied by a shorter workday (from nine to eight hours). While this rate didn't automatically apply to every worker, it more than doubled the average autoworker's wage. 
While Henry's primary objective was to reduce worker attrition—labor turnover from monotonous assembly line work was high—newspapers from all over the world reported the story as an extraordinary gesture of goodwill. 
Henry Ford had reasoned that since it was now possible to build inexpensive cars in volume, more of them could be sold if employees could afford to buy them. The $5 day helped better the lot of all American workers and contributed to the emergence of the American middle class.
It's not complicated. He worked out that well-paid, well-rested workers were more productive, and that profits come from spreading the wealth: a lot of people spending some money is better – especially in your business – than a few people spending a lot of money. You don't do this. Your profits come from two sources: shutting down small competitors, and expecting the rest of us to pay for public services, infrastructure and social security support.

President Obama makes my point more eloquently. Ironically, this YouTube clip was put up by the Republicans, who appear to think that enunciating the complex web of social and economic ties we call a community is somehow subversive:



Elizabeth Warren makes a similar point: that massive tax cuts for people like you – who already avoid paying taxes – isn't just wrong: it wrecks the economy on which you depend.



They're not, from my perspective, rabid communists (if only). Of course, if my liberal bleating isn't enough to persuade you, buy a copy of Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. He suggested, in a barely-veiled warning to his contemporaries, that Rome fell apart because the plutocrats of the day stopped paying attention to social cohesion. They stopped providing bread and diversions to the commoners, and spent more money on private pools, harems and of course higher walls and tougher slaves to keep them safe from the hungry mob outside. Remind you of anyone you might know?

So Jeff. I have a problem. I want to spend my hard-earned money in ways that will help my fellow citizens. If they're well-paid, highly-educated and healthy, they'll give you some of their money too. I'm a little self-interested here, I have to admit. I'm an educator. Everybody else's taxes paid for my BA, MA, PhD and teaching certificate. I get a decent wage courtesy of the taxpayer too, and in return, I help further generations educate themselves (too many generations actually, thanks to the extended retirement date occasioned by the tax-evasion you practice) and in theory they will fund future educators to aid their kids. See how it works? But if you insist on using the state to subsidise your low wages, while making almost no contribution yourself having exterminated your local competitors, we're all screwed, including you and your shareholders. But the way you do business makes it impossible. Your company, and companies like it, act as if you have no ties to human society. You make my friends ill, you make my city dark, gloomy and empty, you close hospitals and you degrade schools. I've helped you do that, and I regret it.

How are you going to make things right?

With best wishes,
The Plashing Vole.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

With friends like these…

One of the problems with multinational online retailers' algorithms is that they've got no sense of humour. I use - when unavoidable - the most famous books-and-everything store. It remembers what I've looked at. So when friends (i.e. Emma) 'humorously' recommend things they know I'll hate, such as this:


then my browsing history of expensive camera lenses I can't afford, books like Cartwright's How I Killed Margaret Thatcher (a vole can dream) and odd SF suddenly gets filled with recommendations like this:


which really isn't my thing. Reminds me of the time a kind person sent me a copy of Katie Price's Perfect Ponies. (Review: horseshit, dogfood, to the knackers' yard with it).

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Damn it! Tentacled monster

I abandoned Amazon recently, because I didn't like quite a lot of the things they were doing, including pulling Wikileaks from their servers. They're not unionised either, so I assume their warehouses are sweatshop hellholes. I cancelled a £900 camera purchase, and moved book purchases to The Book Depository (fine views from the second-floor windows of their Texas branch): not such a good website but cheap, efficient and slightly less evil.

Now Amazon's bought that too. They're not content with owning ABE, the wonderful global network of second-hand bookshops. So I'm screwed: I've got to deal with evil if I ever want to buy a book again.


I could go to my local bookshop, you might whinge. Well, not really. It's Waterstone's, which is very poor, and if I restricted my second-hand purchases to the local charity shops, I'd soon be churning out academic papers on the Collected Works of Jeremy Clarkson and Catherine Cookson, because that's all they stock.

There are a couple of places left unstrangled by Amazon:
Housmans - the socialist and peace bookshop, which is thoroughly unionised.
Left on the Shelf - for all your used leftwing requirements.

But for anything else? You pay Amazon, whether you like it or not.

Friday, 3 December 2010

Fish or People?

American politicians have leaned on web hosts to boot Wikileaks off their servers: Amazon is the latest one to bow to their pressure, and Wikileaks' .org address has been cancelled too.

I've spent - at a rough estimate - £3000 on Amazon's sites in the last 2 years. No longer. I was uncomfortable enough with their anti-union stance. This is the last nudge I need to start shopping at independent stores. I've just cancelled my order for a new camera - that's £970 withdrawn from their business in one go.

Wikileaks is now back online with a new address: Wikileaks.ch

The shocking story today is one that cynics won't find shocking and most others won't care about: the long and boring tale of Diego Garcia. It's an archipelago of isolated islands in the Indian Ocean which the British stole at some point in its colonial history. When the Americans wanted a Cold War base there in the 60s, the British deported the 2000 natives to foreign countries where they didn't fit in and couldn't pursue their fishing livelihoods. Then the British spent decades claiming that there never had been any natives.

Eventually, a string of British and other courts decided that these unfortunates were natives and should be allowed to go home. The government has used a number of loopholes to prevent this, and came up with this cunning wheeze: to declare the whole area a 'marine conservation park' - i.e. no fishing, and therefore no hope of return.

While government ministers were telling Parliament that there was no such plot, Wikileaks has revealed that the Foreign Office was exchanging racist quips with the Americans and promising that these savages wouldn't be allowed to get in the way of imperial policy: Diego Garcia has become a central location in the Allies' kidnapping'n'torture network.

the Foreign Office has privately admitted its latest plan to declare the islands the world's largest marine protection zone will end any chance of them being repatriated.
Colin Roberts, the Foreign Office director of overseas territories, told the Americans Diego Garcia's value in "assuring the security of the US and UK" had been "much more than anyone foresaw" in the 1960s, when the plan to set up the base was hatched.
"We do not regret the removal of the population since removal was necessary for [Diego Garcia] to fulfil its strategic purpose," he added under a passage that the Americans headed "Je ne regrette rien". 
"Roberts stated that, according to [Her Majesty's government's] current thinking on a reserve, there would be 'no human footprints' or 'Man Fridays' on the BIOT uninhabited islands," according to the American account of the meeting. The language echoes that used in 1966 when Denis Greenhill – later the Foreign Office's most senior official – described the inhabitants as "a few Tarzans and Man Fridays".
The leaked documents also record that Roberts "asserted that establishing a marine park would, in effect, put paid to resettlement claims of the archipelago's former residents".
This private stance differs from the Foreign Office's public line in April when a series of MPs asked Chris Bryant, the then Foreign Office minister, if the marine park ruled out the islanders, known as Chagossians, ever returning home. 
Leading conservation groups have supported the marine park plan. Roberts is quoted as telling the Americans that Britain's "environmental lobby is far more powerful than the [islanders'] advocates". 

I know most of you won't care - what are the concerns of a small bunch of poor brown people? But for me, the ways in which you treat the weakest in society are the basis on which you should be judged. The Diego Garcians are all of us: governments would do the same to us if they thought they could get away with it.

My students' attitude towards the Wikileaks story has been depressing. Some think governments have the right to do whatever they want without citizens knowing or protesting. Others think that knowledge without the power to change anything is pointless knowledge. I must confess to feeling the same way. I'm shocked and saddened by the injustice meted out by successive British governments ('ethical foreign policy', anyone?) and my gloom is deepened by the awareness that knowing about this stuff makes absolutely no difference. Those islanders are going to die friendless, hungry, despised and on foreign soil and there's nothing you nor I can do to help.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Bad Algorithm

I use Amazon a lot, as there's only a Waterstone's in my town. Yet I really, strongly resent their automated recommendation e-mails, which purport to 'know' my tastes, yet are usually way off the mark.

I once got an e-mail from it on Valentine's Day starting with the words 'Dear customer, Amazon loves you'. Really? Do you think that I'd have acquired a girlfriend that year by sending her a card reading 'Dear single female, Vole loves you. Send some money and something approaching sentiment can be arranged?'. After all the money I've spent at Amazon, you'd think they'd know my name by now. I bet even prostitutes can do better than that.

It didn't help that I used Amazon to look up the ISBN for Katie Price's Pony Care book (a present, before you ask), and now receive an awful lot of promotional offers on books by or about Katie Price and/or horses.

Today's missive somehow decided that because I bought a book on Prime Ministers and the media, logically my next read should be one on genealogy. Well, it's all words… And I've never heard of the Sunday Times Oxford Literary Festival. Surveillance - they can watch us all the time, but they can never know us.

As someone who has purchased or rated Where Power Lies: Prime Ministers V the Media by Lance Price or other books in the Content Stores > The Sunday Times Oxford Literary Festival 2010 category, you might like to know that Nick Barratt's Beginner's Guide to Your Ancestors Lives will be released on 18 March 2010

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Computer insists yes

One of the delights of the digital world is the way corporations attempt to insinuate themselves into your consciousness as cuddly mates. I once had an e-mail which started with the words 'Dear [Vole], Amazon loves you', which is demonstrably untrue. It never calls, never writes, unless it wants feeding, like a cat, and never answers e-mail. It's a simulation of emotion, spurred on by the knowledge that capitalism can only ever emulate true symbolic exchange, in Baudrillardian terms.

Today's mail from Amazon read 'we've noticed that you buy classical music, so you're bound to love our Pop Star to Opera Star store'. It's a tacky 'reality TV' show. Er, sorry Amazon. Like a girlfriend who's bought a tasteless article of clothing because she doesn't understand her bloke (or vice versa), you've created only embarrassment.

I buy classical music therefore I'm bound not to love Pop Star to Opera Star. I also buy lots of pop music - and am doubly immune to the charms of this show. Reality TV of this sort peddles the lie that if you're a (very, very) minor celebrity, you can do absolutely anything. In reality, being a true pop star involves musical talent, charisma, style and cultural nous. Even plastic pop stars learn a few things - lip-synching, hiding their personalities if marketing demands it, wearing outrageous clothes etc. etc. These skills shouldn't be belittled.

Opera singers need decades to develop a different set of skills: musical talent and sensitivity, respect for colleagues, theatrical ability, endless discipline.

The idea that because some idiots have scored minor hits as indentured labourers in some hit factory and have inflated egos doesn't mean that they can be opera singers. The very idea insults pop and opera alike.

So Amazon, we need a little talk. Your algorithms are all wrong. It's not me, it's you. I think we need a little space. To be honest, I've been seeing other online booksellers for ages. ABE. Alibris. Bookbrain. Yes, I know, I'm a slag. But you've never really cared about me, have you?

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Another book dealer to empty my pockets

I use Amazon a lot, and ABE all the time. Now I've found bananas.co.uk - the clearance page for The Book People - and bought 18 new books for £19 including postage. Not quite as good as Cynical Ben, and it takes some effort to find the good stuff amongst the mainstream dross, but it's still excellent.

Damn - and now I've just bought all three of Marilynne Robinson's books from Amazon: Home, Housekeeping and Gilead. Wonder when I'll reach the point of owning more books than I can read in the course of my lifetime?