The pull quote on the front of this book, from Rebecca Solnit no less, describes its author as like Joan Didion at a start-up. Do we even need to say more? It did its job and pulled us right in and, thank goodness, because this is an excellent read. Uncanny Valley recounts Anna Wiener's personal experiences working as an assistant at a drab New York literary agency during a time that she identified as being not quite poor but “privileged and downwardly mobile" to working in Silicon Valley during its height of tech industry idealism. What follows is an expose of the "boyish camaraderie and ride-or-die corporate fealty...a Silicon Valley far over its head, one that enriched itself at the expense of the idyllic future it claimed to to be building". Wiener is hilarious and shrewd and, as Molly Young said of her in her Vulture review, she has the two talents that every memoirist needs: "a devastating eye for detail (the CEO at an e-reading start-up misspells Hemingway’s name in his pitch deck, with two m’s) and the ability to map her experience onto a cultural shift much larger than herself."