13 Apr 16

Like many alert contemporaries, writer Hari Kunzru often finds himself worrying about privacy, worrying about surveillance, worrying about data mining and credit card fraud. He finds these worries reflected everywhere around him in the culture. But what precisely, he asks, is threatened when privacy is threatened? In this reading, Kunzru fictionalizes arriving at an institute of advanced study in Berlin, wherein his working space is a desk in the middle of an open-plan office, devoid of all solitude. “If I have no privacy—that is to say, no interiority,” Kunzru asks, “am I still human, as the idea has been historically understood?”