Julie Hill reviews the Meta exposé written by the New Zealander who used to work there.
Sarah Wynn-Williams begins to get a sense that she isn’t in for a normal life when, at 13, she is munched by a shark.
The Christchurch teenager is at the beach, on holiday with her family, and the nearest doctor is a 20-minute drive away. After a quick trip into town for some stitches, she returns to the campsite and proceeds to nearly bleed to death.
As she begins to suffocate due to acute peritonitis, her parents, in one of the finest examples of Kiwi understatement ever captured in non-fiction literature, tell her she’s being dramatic. Her mother mumbles, “Mind over matter. Stop your hyperventilating.”
It’s only when her eyes roll to the back of her head that her slightly too-relaxed parents finally spring into action, although her dad still checks the river for fish as they cross the bridge on the way back to the doctor. Spoiler alert: she survives.
The shark brings Wynn-Williams many gifts, if by “gifts” we mean big shark bite marks on her torso and lifelong trauma. It also seems to ignite her already eldest-sister-of-four levels of ambition and determination into shooting flames. But the shark’s greatest gift, as far as the reader is concerned, is a truly unbelievable-seeming yarn and the ability to spin it.
No doubt, Wynn-Williams has had a lifetime of repeating the shark tale, and it shows: as a storyteller she has great chops. In her new book, Careless People: A Story of Where I Used to Work, she confronts another shark, though he is more often compared to a lizard or robot: Mark Zuckerberg, the founder and CEO of Facebook.
Her book takes its name from The Great Gatsby, with Wynn-Williams playing the role of the less financially endowed Nick observing his glamorous friends. As F Scott Fitzgerald puts it: “They were careless people, Tom and Daisy – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
In her 20s, Wynn-Williams is in New York working for the United Nations. She is one of the youngest there and finds progress glacial. When she learns that Nemo the cartoon fish has been more impactful than the UN in terms of protecting the oceans, she sets her sights on Facebook.
The company is in its infancy, and she is starry-eyed about its ability to inform and connect. “Like an evangelist,” she writes, “I saw Facebook’s power confirmed in every part of everyday life. Whatever Facebook decided to do – what it did with the voices that were gathering there – would change the course of human events. I was sure of it. This was a revolution.”
She invents a job that doesn’t exist – global policy director – and spends two years convincing Facebook’s bosses that they urgently need her diplomacy skills. They very much disagree. But then the Arab Spring happens, and they start to see her point. One calls her to ask her how to respond. “We’re seeing calls for Mark to take some credit and we’re trying to figure out if he should.”
When the Christchurch earthquakes strike in 2011, Wynn-Williams’ reporter sister survives being trapped in a building near Cathedral Square. Wynn-Williams uses the opportunity to again approach Facebook, to let them know how well it provided resources and information, and a lifeline when her sister was missing. Finally, she gets the gig.
Next minute, Wynn-Williams is running through archeological ruins in Panama into the path of incoming galloping horses while wearing high heels, flying around on Zuckerberg’s private jet, being mobbed in Mumbai.
This is long before Zuckerberg becomes a blue belt in jujitsu or takes his place among the herd of tech bros given front row seats to Donald Trump’s second inauguration. This is back in his hoodie era, when all his meetings had to be held after midday.
The Social Network has just come out, with Jesse Eisenberg depicting Zuckerberg as less of a supervillain and more of a loveable dork. IRL, according to Wynn-Williams, he would play Settlers of Catan with his colleagues (who would let him win) and do Backstreet Boys’ ‘I Want it That Way’ at karaoke.
“Most days,” Wynn-Williams writes, “working on policy was less like enacting a chapter from Machiavelli and way more like watching a bunch of 14-year-olds who’ve been given superpowers and an ungodly amount of money, as they jet around the world to figure out what power has bought and brought them.”
In a toe-curling early moment of her tenure, Wynn-Williams is charged with greeting none other than New Zealand’s prime minister John Key. Unlike a recent trip by a German minister, who was as unimpressed by the building’s exposed air ducts as the company’s ethics, the New Zealand leader is raring to go and jazzed to get a selfie with the man himself. There’s just one problem: Zuck isn’t keen.
After establishing their one degree of separation (Key knows Wynn-Williams’s sister), they run into Zuckerberg. “Hi Mark – did you want to meet the New Zealand prime minister?” asks Wynn-Williams, to which Zuckerberg replies, “No. I already said I definitely didn’t want to do that.”
Once he becomes aware that Key is in fact standing right there, Zuckerberg shakes his hand and makes “what could generously be called polite conversation… if he weren’t so transparently annoyed”, writes Wynn-Williams. “The effort is felt by everyone.” But the man who unintentionally made Laser Kiwi a thing seems unfazed. When he meets the other bosses, he barely mentions policy. Everyone is there for the photo opportunity.
While Wynn-Williams paints a younger Zuckerberg with a vague pong, his chief operating officer Sheryl Sandberg is very much his foil. Where he is disheveled, informal, pale to the point of transparent, she is charismatic, shiny, poised. Her 2013 book Lean In, a New York Times bestseller, expounds her view that, with just a few tweaks of our schedules and attitudes, women can be winners both at home and at work. It’s bullshit of course, and the emptiness of her philosophy is soon laid bare.
Even grimmer, while the pair are on a work trip, Sandberg blatantly asks Wynn-Williams, twice, to come to bed with her. She has the same conversation with other junior employees. “Celebrity is the mask that eats into your face,” Wynn-Williams observes, and it appears Sandberg is past being eaten.
Another colleague is Joel Kaplan, formerly a policy adviser to George W Bush, who has since risen through Meta’s ranks to now being “Zuckerberg’s most trusted political fixer” according to a recent profile in the Australian Financial Review. Wynn-Williams writes that Kaplan makes a number of creepy comments, including asking her repeatedly “where she’s bleeding out of” when she suffers complications after giving birth.
Her heavily filtered dream of a Facebook where democracy and transparency would prevail is far from the truth. As a company it’s unethical, illegal, casually dishonest, and it dawns on her that its actions are harming children, taking a wrecking ball to journalism and allowing misinformation to flourish.
Wynn-Williams is on a private jet with Zuckerberg “the day he finally understood that Facebook probably did put Trump in the White House”. The catharsis comes only after a patient staff member explains it to him and, far from appearing dismayed, he starts to form his own presidential aspirations.
Eventually Wynn-Williams turns whistle blower, filing a complaint alleging that Meta has misled investors by failing to reveal the extent of its dealings with China and its Communist Party. For its part, Meta states that she left the company eight years ago after being “fired for poor performance and toxic behaviour, and an investigation at the time determined she made misleading and unfounded allegations of harassment”.
This week, the company successfully banned Wynn-Williams from promoting her book, including on RNZ’s Nine to Noon, after convincing the American Arbitration Association that it would face “immediate loss in the absence of immediate relief”.
All of which has sent sales into the stratosphere. Earlier in the month, she snuck in a chat with the BBC’s Emily Maitlis of the iconic Prince Andrew “Woking Pizza Express” interview. And her publisher, Pan Macmillan, says it is “committed to upholding freedom of speech and her right to tell her story”.
At a time when an unelected social media boss merrily leads a purge on the US federal workforce, Wynn-Williams gives us pause to reflect on the degree of power we’ve willingly bequeathed to a tiny group of weird billionaires. As a headline on The Guardian recently put it: “I knew one day I’d have to watch powerful men burn the world down – I just didn’t expect them to be such losers.”
Just like that first shark encounter, working with Facebook was darker and more painful than Wynn-Williams could possibly have imagined. On the plus side, she got a bloody good story out of it.
Careless People: The Story of Where I Used to Work by Sarah Wynn-Williams ($40, Macmillan) is available to order from Unity Books, or browse BookHub to see which indie bookshop has got it in stock near you.