How Elon Musk Went from Superhero to Supervillain - The New Yorker
How Elon Musk Went from Superhero to Supervillain
In 2021, Elon Musk became the world's richest man (no woman came close), and Time named him Person of the Year: "This is the man who aspires to save our planet and get us a new one to inhabit: clown, genius, edgelord, visionary, industrialist, showman, cad; a madcap hybrid of Thomas Edison, P. T. Barnum, Andrew Carnegie and Watchmen's Doctor Manhattan, the brooding, blue-skinned man-god who invents electric cars and moves to Mars." Right about when Time was preparing that giddy announcement, three women whose ovaries and uteruses were involved in passing down the madcap man-god's genes were in the maternity ward of a hospital in Austin. Musk believes a declining birth rate is a threat to civilization and, with his trademark tirelessness, is doing his visionary edgelord best to ward off that threat. Shivon Zilis, a thirty-five-year-old venture capitalist and executive at Musk's company Neuralink, was pregnant with twins, conceived with Musk by in-vitro fertilization, and was experiencing complications. "He really wants smart people to have kids, so he encouraged me to," Zilis said. In a nearby room, a woman serving as a surrogate for Musk and his thirty-three-year-old ex-wife, Claire Boucher, a musician better known as Grimes, was suffering from pregnancy complications, too, and Grimes was staying with her.
"I really wanted him to have a daughter so bad," Grimes said. At the time, Musk had had seven sons, including, with Grimes, a child named X. Grimes did not know that Zilis, a friend of hers, was down the hall, or that Zilis was pregnant by Musk. Zilis's twins were born seven weeks premature; the surrogate delivered safely a few weeks later. In mid-December, Grimes's new baby came home and met her brother X. An hour later, Musk took X to New York and dandled him on his knee while being photographed for Time.
"He dreams of Mars as he bestrides Earth, square-jawed and indomitable," the magazine's Person of the Year announcement read. Musk and Grimes called the baby, Musk's tenth, Y, or sometimes "Why?," or just "?"—a reference to Musk's favorite book, Douglas Adams's "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," because, Grimes explained, it's a book about how knowing the question is more important than knowing the answer.
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Elon Musk is currently at or near the helm of six companies: Tesla, SpaceX (which includes Starlink), the Boring Company, Neuralink, X (formerly known as Twitter), and X.AI, an artificial-intelligence company that he founded, earlier this year, because he believes that human intelligence isn't reproducing fast enough, while artificial intelligence is getting more artificially intelligent exponentially. Call it Musk's Law: the answer to killer robots is more Musk babies. Plus, more Musk companies. "I can't just sit around and do nothing," Musk says, fretting about A.I., in Walter Isaacson's new biography, "Elon Musk" (Simon & Schuster), a book that can scarcely contain its subject, in that it raises infinitely more questions than it answers.
"Are you sincerely trying to save the world?" Stephen Colbert once asked Musk on "The Late Show." "Well, I'm trying to do good things, yeah, saving the world is not, I mean . . . ," Musk said, mumbling. "But you're trying to do good things, and you're a billionaire," Colbert interrupted. "Yeah," Musk said, nodding. Colbert said, "That seems a little like superhero or supervillain. You have to choose one." Musk paused, his face blank. That was eight years, several companies, and as many children ago. Things have got a lot weirder since. More Lex Luthor, less Tony Stark.
Musk controls the very tiniest things, and the very biggest. He oversees companies, valued at more than a trillion dollars, whose engineers have built or are building, among other things, reusable rocket ships, a humanoid robot, hyperloops for rapid transit, and a man-machine interface to be implanted in human brains. He is an entrepreneur, a media mogul, a political provocateur, and, not least, a defense contractor: SpaceX has received not only billions of dollars in government contracts for space missions but also more than a hundred million dollars in military contracts for missile-tracking satellites, and Starlink's network of four thousand satellites—which provides Pentagon-funded services to Ukraine—now offers a military service called Starshield. Day by day, Musk's companies control more of the Internet, the power grid, the transportation system, objects in orbit, the nation's security infrastructure, and its energy supply.
And yet. At a jury trial earlier this year, Musk's lawyer repeatedly referred to his client, a middle-aged man, as a "kid." The Wall Street Journal has described him as suffering from "tantrums." The Independent has alleged that selling Twitter to Musk was "like handing a toddler a loaded gun."
"I'm not evil," Musk said on "Saturday Night Live" a couple of years ago, playing the dastardly Nintendo villain Wario, on trial for murdering Mario. "I'm just misunderstood." How does a biographer begin to write about such a man? Some years back, after Isaacson had published a biography of Benjamin Franklin and was known to be writing one of Albert Einstein, the Apple co-founder Steve Jobs called him up and asked him to write his biography; Isaacson says he wondered, half jokingly, whether Jobs "saw himself as the natural successor in that sequence." I don't think Musk sees himself as a natural successor to anyone. As I read it, Isaacson found much to like and admire in Jobs but is decidedly uncomfortable with Musk. (He calls him, at one point, "an asshole.") Still, Isaacson's descriptions of Jobs and Musk are often interchangeable. "His passions, perfectionism, demons, desires, artistry, devilry, and obsession for control were integrally connected to his approach to business and the products that resulted." (That's Jobs.) "It was in his nature to want total control." (Musk.) "He didn't have the emotional receptors that produce everyday kindness and warmth and a desire to be liked." (Musk.) "He was not a model boss or human being." (Jobs.) "This is a book about the roller-coaster life and searingly intense personality of a creative entrepreneur whose passion for perfection and ferocious drive revolutionized six industries." I ask you: Which?
"Sometimes great innovators are risk-seeking man-children who resist potty training," Isaacson concludes in the last lines of his life of Musk. "They can be reckless, cringeworthy, sometimes even toxic. They can also be crazy. Crazy enough to think they can change the world." It's a disconcerting thing to read on page 615 of a biography of a fifty-two-year-old man about whom a case could be made that he wields more power than any other person on the planet who isn't in charge of a nuclear arsenal. Not potty-trained? Boys will be . . . toddlers?
Elon Musk was born in $, South Africa, in 1971. His grandfather J. N. Haldeman was a staunch anti-Communist from Canada who in the nineteen-thirties and forties had been a leader of the anti-democratic and quasi-fascist Technocracy movement. (Technocrats believed that scientists and engineers should rule.) "In 1950, he decided to move to South Africa," Isaacson writes, "which was still ruled by a white apartheid regime." In fact, apartheid had been declared only in 1948, and the regime was soon recruiting white settlers from North America, promising restless men such as Haldeman that they could live like princes. Isaacson calls Haldeman's politics "quirky." In 1960, Haldeman self-published a tract, "The International Conspiracy to Establish a World Dictatorship & the Menace to South Africa," that blamed the two World Wars on the machinations of Jewish financiers.
Musk's mother, Maye Haldeman, was a finalist for Miss South Africa during her tumultuous courtship with his father, Errol Musk, an engineer and an aviator. In 2019, she published a memoir titled "A Woman Makes a Plan: Advice for a Lifetime of Adventure, Beauty, and Success." For all that she writes about growing up in South Africa in the nineteen-fifties and sixties, she never once mentions apartheid.
Isaacson, in his account of Elon Musk's childhood, barely mentions apartheid himself. He writes at length and with compassion about the indignities heaped upon young Elon by schoolmates. Elon, an awkward, lonely boy, was bored in school and had a tendency to call other kids "stupid"; he was also very often beaten up, and his father frequently berated him, but when he was ten, a few years after his parents divorced, he chose to live with him. (Musk is now estranged from his father, a conspiracist who has called Joe Biden a "pedophile President," and who has two children by his own stepdaughter; he has said that "the only thing we are here for is to reproduce." Recently, he warned Elon, in an e-mail, that "with no Whites here, the Blacks will go back to the trees.")
Musk's childhood sounds bad, but Isaacson's telling leaves out rather a lot about the world in which Musk grew up. In the South Africa of "Elon Musk," there are Musks and Haldemans—Elon and his younger brother and sister and his many cousins—and there are animals, including the elephants and monkeys who prove to be a nuisance at a construction project of Errol's. There are no other people, and there are certainly no Black people, the nannies, cooks, gardeners, cleaners, and construction workers who built, for white South Africans, a fantasy world. And so, for instance, we don't learn that in 1976, when Elon was four, some twenty thousand Black schoolchildren in Soweto staged a protest and heavily armed police killed as many as seven hundred. Instead, we're told, "As a kid growing up in South Africa, Elon Musk knew pain and learned how to survive it."
Musk, the boy, loved video games and computers and Dungeons & Dragons and "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and he still does. "I took from the book that we need to extend the scope of consciousness so that we are better able to ask the questions about the answer, which is the universe," Musk tells Isaacson. Isaacson doesn't raise an eyebrow, and you can wonder whether he has read "Hitchhiker's Guide," or listened to the BBC 4 radio play on which it is based, first broadcast in 1978. It sounds like this:
"The Hitchhiker's Guide" is not a book about how "we need to extend the scope of consciousness so that we are better able to ask the questions about the answer, which is the universe." It is, among other things, a razor-sharp satiric indictment of imperialism:
Douglas Adams wrote "The Hitchhiker's Guide" on a typewriter that had on its side a sticker that read "End Apartheid." He wasn't crafting an instruction manual for mega-rich luxury planet builders.
Biographers don't generally have a will to power. Robert Caro is not Robert Moses and would seem to have very little in common with Lyndon the "B" is for "bastard" Johnson. Walter Isaacson is a gracious, generous, public-spirited man and a principled biographer. This year, he was presented with the National Humanities Medal. But, as a former editor of Time and a former C.E.O. of CNN and of the Aspen Institute, Isaacson also has an executive's affinity for the C-suite, which would seem to make it a challenge to keep a certain distance from the world view of his subject. Isaacson shadowed Musk for two years and interviewed dozens of people, but they tend to have titles like C.E.O., C.F.O., president, V.P., and founder. The book upholds a core conviction of many executives: sometimes to get shit done you have to be a dick. He dreams of Mars as he bestrides Earth, square-jawed and indomitable. For the rest of us, Musk's pettiness, arrogance, and swaggering viciousness are harder to take, and their necessity less clear.
Isaacson is interested in how innovation happens. In addition to biographies of Franklin, Einstein, Jobs, and Leonardo da Vinci, he has also written about figures in the digital revolution and in gene editing. Isaacson puts innovation first: This man might be a monster, but look at what he built! Whereas Mary Shelley, for instance, put innovation second: The man who built this is a monster! The political theorist Judith Shklar once wrote an essay called "Putting Cruelty First." Montaigne put cruelty first, identifying it as the worst thing people do; Machiavelli did not. As for "the usual excuse for our most unspeakable public acts," the excuse "that they are necessary," Shklar knew this to be nonsense. "Much of what passed under these names was merely princely wilfulness," as Shklar put it. This is always the problem with princes.
Elon Musk started college at the University of Pretoria but left South Africa in 1989, at seventeen. He went first to Canada and, after two years at Queen's University in Ontario, transferred to the University of Pennsylvania, where he studied physics and economics, and wrote a senior paper titled "The Importance of Being Solar." He had done internships in Silicon Valley and, after graduating, enrolled in a Ph.D. program in materials science at Stanford, but he deferred admission and never went. It was 1995, the year the Internet opened to commercial traffic. All around him, frogs were turning into princes. He wanted to start a startup. Musk and his brother Kimball, with money from their parents, launched Zip2, an early online Yellow Pages that sold its services to newspaper publishers. In 1999, during the dot-com boom, they sold it to Compaq for more than three hundred million dollars. Musk, with his share of the money, launched one of the earliest online banking companies. He called it X.com. "I think X.com could absolutely be a multibillion-dollar bonanza," he told CNN, but, meanwhile, "I'd like to be on the cover of Rolling Stone." That would have to wait for a few years, but in 1999 Salon announced, "Elon Musk Is Poised to Become Silicon Valley's Next Big Thing," in a profile that advanced what was already a hackneyed set of journalistic conventions about the man-boy man-gods of Northern California: "The showiness, the chutzpah, the streak of self-promotion and the urge to create a dramatic public persona are major elements of what makes up the Silicon Valley entrepreneur. . . . Musk's ego has gotten him in trouble before, and it may get him in trouble again, yet it is also part and parcel of what it means to be a hotshot entrepreneur." Five months later, Musk married his college girlfriend, Justine Wilson. During their first dance at their wedding, he whispered in her ear, "I am the alpha in this relationship."
"Big Ego of Hotshot Entrepreneur Gets Him Into Trouble" is more or less the running headline of Musk's life. In 2000, Peter Thiel's company Confinity merged with X.com, and Musk regretted that the new company was called PayPal, instead of X. (He later bought the domain x.com, and for years he kept it as a kind of shrine, a blank white page with nothing but a tiny letter "x" on the screen.) In 2002, eBay paid $1.5 billion for the company, and Musk drew on his share of the sale to start SpaceX. Two years later, he invested around $6.5 million in Tesla; he became both its largest shareholder and its chairman. Around then, in his Marvel Iron Man phase, Musk left Northern California for Los Angeles, to swan with starlets. Courted by Ted Cruz during COVID, he moved to Texas, because he dislikes regulation, and because he objected to California's lockdowns and mask mandates.
Musk's accomplishments as the head of a series of pioneering engineering firms are unrivalled. Isaacson takes on each of Musk's ventures, venture by venture, chapter by chapter, emphasizing the ferocity and the velocity and the effectiveness of Musk's management style—"A maniacal sense of urgency is our operating principles" is a workplace rule. "How the fuck can it take so long?" Musk asked an engineer working on SpaceX's Merlin engines. "This is stupid. Cut it in half." He pushed SpaceX through years of failures, crash after crash, with the confidence that success would come. "Until today, all electric cars sucked," Musk said, launching Tesla's Roadster, leaving every other electric car and most gas cars in the dust. No automotive company had broken into that industry in something like a century. Like SpaceX, Tesla went through very hard times. Musk steered it to triumph, a miracle amid fossil fuel's stranglehold. "Fuck oil," he said.
"Comradery is dangerous" is another of Musk's workplace maxims. He was ousted as PayPal's C.E.O. and ousted as Tesla's chairman. He's opposed to unions, pushed workers back to the Tesla plants at the height of the Covid pandemic—some four hundred and fifty reportedly got infected—and has thwarted workers' rights at every turn.
Musk has run through companies and he has run through wives. In some families, domestic relations are just another kind of labor relations. He pushed his first wife, Justine, to dye her hair blonder. After they lost their firstborn son, Nevada, in infancy, Justine gave birth to twins (one of whom they named Xavier, in part for Professor Xavier, from "X-Men") and then to triplets. When the couple fought, he told her, "If you were my employee, I would fire you." He divorced her and soon proposed to Talulah Riley, a twenty-two-year-old British actress who had only just moved out of her parents' house. She said her job was to stop Musk from going "king-crazy": "People become king, and then they go crazy." They married, divorced, married, and divorced. But "you're my Mr. Rochester," she told him. "And if Thornfield Hall burns down and you are blind, I'll come and take care of you." He dated Amber Heard, after her separation from Johnny Depp. Then he met Grimes. "I'm just a fool for love," Musk tells Isaacson. "I am often a fool, but especially for love."
He is also a fool for Twitter. His Twitter account first got him into real trouble in 2018, when he baselessly called a British diver, who helped rescue Thai children trapped in a flooded cave, a "pedo" and was sued for defamation. That same year, he tweeted, "Am considering taking Tesla private at $420," making a pot joke. "Funding secured." ("I kill me," he says about his sense of humor.) The S.E.C. charged him with fraud, and Tesla stock fell more than thirteen per cent. Tesla shareholders sued him, alleging that his tweets had caused their stock to lose value. On Joe Rogan's podcast, he went king-crazy, lighting up a joint. He looked at his phone. "You getting text messages from chicks?" Rogan asked. "I'm getting text messages from friends saying, 'What the hell are you doing smoking weed?' "
"Musk's goofy mode is the flip side of his demon mode," Isaacson writes. Musk likes this kind of cover. "I reinvented electric cars, and I'm sending people to Mars in a rocket ship," he said in his "S.N.L." monologue, in 2021. "Did you think I was also going to be a chill, normal dude?" In that monologue, he also said that he has Asperger's. A writer in Newsweek applauded this announcement as a "milestone in the history of neurodiversity." But, in Slate, Sara Luterman, who is autistic, was less impressed; she denounced Musk's "coming out" as "self-serving and hollow, a poor attempt at laundering his image as a heartless billionaire more concerned with cryptocurrency and rocket ships than the lives of others." She put cruelty first.
Musk's interest in acquiring Twitter dates to 2022. That year, he and Grimes had another child. His name is Techno Mechanicus Musk, but his parents call him Tau, for the irrational number. But Musk also lost a child. His twins with Justine turned eighteen in 2022 and one of them, who had apparently become a Marxist, told Musk, "I hate you and everything you stand for." It was, to some degree, in an anguished attempt to heal this developing rift that, in 2020, Musk tweeted, "I am selling almost all physical possessions. Will own no house." That didn't work. In 2022, his disaffected child petitioned a California court for a name change, to Vivian Jenna Wilson, citing, as the reason for the petition, "Gender Identity and the fact that I no longer live with or wish to be related to my biological father in any way, shape or form." She refuses to see him. Musk told Isaacson he puts some of the blame for this on her progressive Los Angeles high school. Lamenting the "woke-mind virus," he decided to buy Twitter. I just can't sit around and do nothing.
Musk's estrangement from his daughter is sad, but of far greater consequence is his seeming estrangement from humanity itself. When Musk decided to buy Twitter, he wrote a letter to its board. "I believe free speech is a societal imperative for a functioning democracy," he explained, but "I now realize the company will neither thrive nor serve this societal imperative in its current form." This is flimflam. Twitter never has and never will be a vehicle for democratic expression. It is a privately held corporation that monetizes human expression and algorithmically maximizes its distribution for profit, and what turns out to be most profitable is sowing social, cultural, and political division. Its participants are a very tiny, skewed slice of humanity that has American journalism in a choke hold. Twitter does not operate on the principle of representation, which is the cornerstone of democratic governance. It has no concept of the "civil" in "civil society." Nor has Elon Musk, at any point in his career, displayed any commitment to either democratic governance or the freedom of expression.
Musk gave Isaacson a different explanation for buying the company: "Unless the woke-mind virus, which is fundamentally antiscience, antimerit, and antihuman in general, is stopped, civilization will never become multiplanetary." It's as if Musk had come to believe the sorts of mission statements that the man-boy gods of Silicon Valley had long been peddling. "At first, I thought it didn't fit into my primary large missions," he told Isaacson, about Twitter. "But I've come to believe it can be part of the mission of preserving civilization, buying our society more time to become multiplanetary."
Elon Musk plans to make the world safe for democracy, save civilization from itself, and bring the light of human consciousness to the stars in a ship he will call the Heart of Gold, for a spaceship fuelled by an Improbability Drive in "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." In case you've never read it, what actually happens in "The Hitchhiker's Guide" is that the Heart of Gold is stolen by Zaphod Beeblebrox, who is the President of the Galaxy, has two heads and three arms, is the inventor of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, has been named, by "the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon 6," the "Biggest Bang Since the Big One," and, according to his private brain-care specialist, Gag Halfrunt, "has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts." Person of the Year material, for sure. All the same, as a Vogon Fleet prepares to shoot down the Heart of Gold with Beeblebrox on board, Halfrunt muses that "it will be a pity to lose him," but, "well, Zaphod's just this guy, you know?" ♦
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