The October 28 issue of The New Yorker features a review by Evgeny Morozov of The Distraction Addiction, along with Dave Eggers' The Circle, Douglas Rushkoff's Future Shock, and Macolm McCulloch's Ambient Commons. It's behind a paywall, so you can't read it unless you're a subscriber, or have a good friend with a casual attitude to copyright and intellectual property.
However, given that Morozov has written some of the most entertainingly scathing reviews in the history of literature, I responded to the news that he had included me in the essay with a little trepidation; it's a bit like having Anton Ego visit your restaurant.
Of course it's possible that I escaped relatively unscathed because he just ran out of steam, like the gladiator in Monty Python's Life of Brian:
Anyway, it goes without saying that it's very gratifying to be in The New Yorker. I'll have to find a way to casually mention the review during casual conversation when I'm at PopTech later this week….