The Baffler #82 Finding yourself sliding down the lower leg of the K-shaped economy? You’re not alone in facing the downturn: sunny prospects are saved for those with assets to inflate and the dwindling number of flesh-and-blood employees of the Magnificent Seven. Those tech companies’ AI circle jerk has skyrocketed the fortunes of a select few while turning white-collar industries into charnel houses, with email job after email job vibe-coded into the grave. The gigification of American life means that you’re never truly without employment opportunities: sell yourself as a solopreneur gun-for-hire and you too can join the freelancer majority that some predict will dominate more than half the American workforce by 2027. You could also take up actual arms, given the booming racket in private military companies, which has grown in tandem with global conflicts increasingly fought between PMCs in combination with—and, sometimes, instead of—state armies. In “Hirelings,” an issue dedicated to the mercenary and the freelancer, Benjamin Fogel writes on how South Africa’s Executive Outcomes pioneered selling warfare in a box in the 1990s, the company’s soldiers of fortune defining the modern military hireling as we know it all too well today. Lily Lynch considers the long-lasting aftermath of another armed innovation from the same period: the Bosnian War attracted a motley array of jihadis, Cossacks, and white nationalists interested in an alternative to the armed intervention of NATO and the Atlanticists. (Elsewhere in turn-of-the-century reminiscing, Henry Rees-Sheridan takes the reader from a Welsh instrumental rendition of a Red Hot Chili Peppers classic through a political history of Cymru before considering the country’s politically groundbreaking present.) No one has yet set a Call of Duty or Battlefield campaign in Yugoslavia, developers preferring to stick to the tried-and-true chauvinisms of American troops on the ground—unless, as Corey Pein writes, Mohammed bin Salman says otherwise, the Saudi prince having made another foray into sportswashing his kingdom by flooding the video game industry with cash. While very little of that money seems to trickle down to those toiling to animate Fortnite emotes, it’s arguably more difficult these days to make a buck off the written word. In a forum on writers’ side hustles, we have collected stories about the jobs journalists, novelists, and poets take on to survive as they try to publish. In essays about, among other gigs, working as a fire lookout in New Mexico, moonlighting as a putatively platonic “cuddler” in Manhattan, and waiting tables in New Orleans after writing a New York Times bestseller, the contributors detail the oft-obscured financial compromises, physical exhaustion, moral injury, and brain death that are the real costs of the non-writerly work required to pay the bills. (No exotic dancers of the sort documented by Molly Matalon’s exhibition turned up in our inboxes, but we welcome further submissions.) This isn’t to say putting pen to paper can’t also drain the imaginative reserves. It’s hard to imagine something more stultifying than the work of the continuation novelist, as J.W. McCormack describes, churning out the zillionth Bond sequel in a John Henry keyboard race with one of the Seven’s large language models plundering the secret agent schlock of old. I’d rather 007 finally die, and my wrists be free of carpal tunnel—I’d be destitute, maybe, but able to think of other things. About The Baffler: The Baffler is America’s leading voice of incisive and unconventional left-wing political criticism, cultural analysis, short stories, poems, and art. Founded in 1988 by Thomas Frank and Keith White as “the journal that blunts the cutting edge,” the magazine is currently edited by Matthew Shen Goodman and headquartered in New York.
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