Does your job suck? I bet you said yes. Are you proud of what you do for a living? "No," right? Chances are good that whoever you are (which is probably just you, Maya, I know), your job requires you to be either chained to a desk or behind a counter or to sell something (and by "sell" I mean throw your scruples into the gutter each morning before you're off to engage in the act of convincing insecure people to spend their money on things they don't need or want, nor had they ever heard of before your smiley f&%@ing mug showed up to harass them). Maybe you don't have a job like any of these. Maybe you like your job and are proud of it. Maybe your job is to make sure that the people who have jobs like those just described don't get out of line, but probably not because such jobs constitute the vast majority of all jobs under our currently world-dominant capitalist system. This fact is no accident.
People saw that unskilled, mindless, low-paying (and degrading) jobs would all but consume the workforce, e.g. Marx and, yes, Smith, back at the beginning of the industrial revolution. This book shows how the near-religious devotion to "efficiency" and "scientific" management principles by managers and capitalists in late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries drove the systematic transformation of labor power into a commodity. Labor is now a sort of fuel which powers the technologies that have taken over the jobs people had done for centuries. Of course the technology creates jobs, but very few require real skill or intellectual exertion while most are even less skilled than the previous technologies required, and always the total number of jobs steadily decreases. Are the managers and capitalists to blame? The scientists and engineers who push the technology forward? Labor? Yes, yes, and yes. Modern Capitalism raises some of us to the level of demigods, keeps some of us right where we want to be, and lowers most of us to the level of "wage slaves", or absolute non-participants in the modern world. Certainly some are more responsible for this situation than others, but almost all of us (be it through action or inaction) are responsible to some degree; and if a leash can be put on this monster we call Capitalism, it will certainly take all of us to hold it.
This book pumped me up with serious but impassioned history and arguments about (as the subtitle explicitly indicates) something right at the top of my list of important things...not just abstractly or theoretically important, but also relevant in the sad little drama that is my daily, weekly, annual life; because I (and I think most people who know me even a little) consider myself a very capable, intelligent, and creative person, and yet I have never had a job which challenged me to nearly the full extent of my ability, intelligence, and creativity. Of course I am not the only one, and whether we are all aware of it or not, this situation is deeply depressing. (Sadly, I think many people would say it's just whining to even point this out or question it. "That's life," or "Suck it up buttercup," or "Welcome to the cruel world," they say, as if God or Nature has dictated that our lives and world should be this way.) Feeling challenged, needed, and important is what gives us long-term happiness - not love, faith, or beauty (as the Hallmark and Disney Corp.'s would have us believe), which are all fine and good short-term opiates.
Most of the very good works of modern fiction that I can think of have a foreground of (let's say 90%) personal story set against a background of (10%) factual "arguments" that wake us up to some part of this situation we are all in. This book has an inverse ratio, and given that of late the very personal and fictional have not interested me very much this was quite satisfying.
Despite the tone of the main title, this book is not very technical. It has some charts, and a lot of references to very dry, technical reading, but does not claim to contain any original research or theory. It is, in my opinion, lucidly written and carefully constructed. Although probably a bit longer than necessary, part of it's appeal, for me, was that the author, writing in the early seventies (before strict brevity became the golden rule of popular nonfiction, and insanely jargon-laden abstruse writing became the fashion of academic papers) was not afraid to take his time in lengthy paragraphs and chapters brimming with interesting and compelling examples and quotes. Unlike many contemporary nonfiction books, he clearly took his subject seriously and was not just a polemic blowing smoke into some ridiculous political cat-fight. In other words, though not original, Braverman put together a book that is (almost 35 years later) not only readable but relevant, and substantial enough that after reading it one could avoid most of the much less readable work which he draws upon and still have a pretty solid understanding of the issues.