In this age when people compete to be contrarian, itís rare to encounter a genuinely startling proposition. Thatís what makes the premise of Ryan Holidayís Conspiracy such a delight. It takes real chutzpah, during an investigation into possible collusion to swing the 2016 presidential election, to argue that we might be better off "if more people took up plotting."
Unfortunately for Holiday, and for readers who enjoy a good provocation, his book focuses on a case that demonstrates why transparency beats conspiracy in the long run.
Conspiracy chronicles the legal battle between Terry Bollea, better known as professional wrestler Hulk Hogan, and Gawker Media, the swashbuckling Manhattan publishing group founded by Nick Denton.
In 2012, A.J. Daulerio, then editor of the companyís flagship site, published excerpts of a sex tape, recorded in 2006 without Bolleaís consent or knowledge, that showed Bollea in bed with Heather Clem, who was then married to Bolleaís best friend: Tampa radio personality Bubba the Love Sponge.
The story may seem wacky already, but this is when it gets truly weird.
In 2007, Gawker Media had acquired a powerful and patient enemy when one of its writers outed PayPal founder and venture capitalist Peter Thiel as gay. Gawkerís Denton, who like Thiel is gay and libertarian, believed that Thielís refusal to be open about his gayness was proof that Thiel was "paranoid." To Thiel, the story was a terrible violation, one that made him into an object of curiosity in a way he found incomprehensible.
Thiel, as Holiday writes, "venerated privacy, in creating space for weirdos and the politically incorrect to do what they do. Because he believed thatís where progress came from." What Gawker saw as transparency, Thiel saw as a threat to Silicon Valley. He was so angry at Gawker that he began to refer to it as "the Manhattan Based Terrorist Organization."
But it took him four years to strike back. In 2011, a Mr. A, whose role is first described in Conspiracy but who remains a shadowy figure throughout the book, persuaded Thiel to devote $10 million and five years to a shell company aimed at finding and backing potential lawsuits against Gawker. Among their beneficiaries: Terry Bollea. In 2016, a Florida jury awarded Bollea damages so punishing that Denton had to sell the company. On the surface, it seemed that Thielís conspiracy had checkmated Gawker Media.
Holiday, an author and corporate adviser, had unusual access to Thiel and Denton. It is one of the many ironies of this story, and of Conspiracy, that talking makes Thiel more sympathetic and comprehensible than plotting ever did.
But by the end of the book, itís clear that, despite Holidayís argument, Thielís conspiracy failed: Thiel killed Gawker, but in doing so undermined his dream of making the internet a more decent place and securing a more private life for himself. By contrast, Gawker was destroyed not because its leaders failed to conspire, but because they didnít pursue the transparency they claimed to believe in.
Thielís quest came up short in part because his conspiracy fell prey to a risk that comes from not having to be publicly accountable for your actions: adopting tactics or allies that undercut the broader mission. Thiel and his co-conspirators were willing beneficiaries of an internet-based controversy ó Gamergate ó that would make the way Gawker outed Thiel look positively civilized.
Ostensibly a consumer movement opposing unethical video-game journalism, Gamergate was sparked by a highly invasive online rant written by the ex-boyfriend of a video-game designer named Zoe Quinn. Readers falsely suggested that Quinn had leveraged a relationship with a Gawker media writer for a positive review of one of her games, lending a watchdoggy gloss to an attempt by a man to take revenge on a former partner.
Quinn was subject to violent threats and had to leave her home. The campaign of harassment spread to other people who had either advocated for or embodied diversity in the industry, or spoken up against Gamergate. While Gawker Media was far from Gamergateís only target, the movement opened up yet another front in the war on the companyís credibility.
Holidayís treatment of Gamergate in Conspiracy is troublingly brief. "Mr. A. claims that the conspirators had nothing to do with starting Gamergate," he writes, "but they undoubtedly fanned the flames." This ambiguity and secretiveness should have prompted Holiday to dig much deeper, rather than to accept the conspiratorsí stonewalling. It matters a great deal precisely what the relationship between the Thiel conspiracy and Gamergate was.
Even if the conspirators merely watched from the sidelines as Gamergate ripped through the internet, the very existence of Gamergate should have disproved Thielís narrow belief that Gawker was the cause of all internet-based nastiness.
But if Thielís conspirators had any contact with Gamergate ó and Mr. Aís use of the phrase "largely autonomous but very helpful" to describe the relationship certainly leaves open that possibility ó that would mean they were willing to work with people who made the internet nastier, more stupid, less truthful and ó in the case of "swatting" attacks on Gamergate critics ó more dangerous.
And though his taste for conspiracy may have showed Thielís belief that it is important to be able to scheme and act out of the public eye, it also gave the impression that he had lots to hide. When he came forward after the verdict to acknowledge that he had funded Bolleaís lawsuit, it became clear that he had been plotting revenge for nearly a decade ó and that made him seem vindictive and obsessive.
If he had been hiding this plot, what else might he be doing in the shadows? In 2016, journalists jumped on remarks Thiel had made about life extension technologies and suggested that he was exploring ways to harvest the blood of the young to promote his own longevity. It wasnít true, but that didnít prevent the story from taking off and even becoming a plot point on the HBO comedy series Silicon Valley. Thielís conspiracy against Gawker Media seemed so implausible that the revelation of its existence made everything else seem possible.
Holiday acknowledges Thiel learned that "unleashing such wild, chaotic forces is a dangerous bargain. Thiel might be gay, an immigrant, libertarian, and generally civilized and thoughtful, but the people on the alt-right he found himself partly aligned with were not." And Holiday notes that the case made Thiel a celebrity. But even as he allows for these caveats, Holiday doesnít reach the final, intellectually honest conclusion: that Thielís conspiracy was a failure, not a success.
If transparency might have served Thiel better than conspiracy, a full dedication to its stated values might have saved Gawker, too. In contravention of his companyís crusading reputation, Denton refused to have his reporters pursue rumors that Bollea had a powerful financial backer because, as former Gawker executive editor John Cook said, "he did not want to get wrapped in any kind of conspiracy theories."
Had Gawker chased down proof that Bolleaís lawsuit was the work of an extraordinarily wealthy man stewing over a smaller slight and reported that before the case went to trial, it would have entered the area on far different terms. As Holiday notes, breaking that story would have bolstered Gawkerís claim to be a serious journalistic outlet.
By the time Thiel did identify himself as Gawker Mediaís nemesis after the verdict in Bollea v. Gawker, the narrative of the trial was well on its way to being set. Thiel discovered that itís difficult to come forward and insist that youíre the hero of the story when youíve already won the sort of surprising and dismaying victory that makes the public inclined to believe that youíre the villain.
"Cunning and resources might win the war," Holiday writes toward the end of Conspiracy, "but itís the stories and myths afterwards that will determine who deserved to win it." The flaw in Thielís thinking, and in Conspiracy, is in failing to recognize that the stories and the myths that emerge after an event often are the substance of the victory.