This is a short audiobook rant against Audible and against digital rights management (DRM) schemes that make it hard for people to use, organize, archive and resell audio ebooks that they feel that they own. In a move of intentional irony, Mr. Doctorow has made it available on Audible, the platform that is the target of his polemic. It's a tribute to the good sense of somebody at Audible to have made the decision to allow this book on their platform instead of trying to suppress it or make Mr. Doctorow change the aggressive title.
As a user, I like Audible enough that I grudgingly accept the DRM and the problem that my entire audio library will become unavailable to me if I were to ever stop paying my monthly membership fees, though when I think about it, it doesn't really adversely impact anything that I do. I almost never refer back to audiobooks that I have finished. I never imagined that I was building a collection that I might sell or pass on to my children. Once I finish an audiobook, I archive it in the cloud and don't have any desire to organize my audiobooks in any sort of digital library on my home storage devices. It's true that the way that the DRM works offends my instinctive sense of what is my property and what sort of dominion I should rightfully have over my property, but maybe that's my problem in carrying old ideas about property from the physical world to the virtual world. We all need to reconsider what property should mean and how property rights should work. On the other hand, if the copies of audiobooks that I get from Audible aren't going to truly be mine, they ought to be owned by the individual creator or by the public, certainly not by the platform that gives me limited rights in something that is presented as if it were a purchase.