Hatching Twitter: A True Story of Money, Power, Friendship, and Betrayal
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Ev told Jack he had to “chill out” with the deluge of media he was doing. “It’s bad for the company,” Ev said. “It’s sending the wrong message.” Biz sat between them, watching like a spectator at a tennis match. “But I invented Twitter,” Jack said. “No, you didn’t invent Twitter,” Ev replied. “I didn’t invent Twitter either. Neither did Biz. People don’t invent things on the Internet. They simply expand on an idea that already exists.”
Despite all the coverage of Twitter’s rise, Nick Bilton of The New York Times is the first journalist to tell the full story—a gripping drama of betrayed friendships and highstakes power struggles. The four founders—Evan Williams, Biz Stone, Jack Dorsey, and Noah Glass—made a dizzyingly fast transition from ordinary engineers to wealthy celebrities. They fought each other bitterly for money, influence, publicity, and control as Twitter grew larger and more powerful. Ultimately they all lost their grip on it.
Bilton’s unprecedented access and exhaustive reporting have enabled him to write an intimate portrait of four friends who accidentally changed the world, and what they all learned along the way.
conversation. They soon found themselves rocking back and forth on the white plastic chairs outside Sam’s Anchor Cafe, seagulls sniping at their food. They sipped glasses of wine, telling nerdy jokes and laughing at one another. Jack sat quietly listening. He never really said much. When he did speak, it was in two- or three-syllable sentences, as if he were rationing how much he could say aloud during a single day. It wasn’t clear anyone would have listened to him anyway. He was, after all,
defensive and accused Noah of trying to push Jack aside so he could be with Crystal instead. “Huh? I love Crystal, but I don’t want to date her,” Noah protested, a look of total bewilderment on his face. But Jack’s mind was already made up. Now, as Noah sat in the office, drunkenly describing how he had signed people up for Twitter and pulled back the curtains on the top-secret project, Jack was again upset that Noah was meddling. First Crystal, now Twitter. Jack’s feelings toward Noah were
questioned its privacy issues and, in a direct slam to Ev, wondered why Odeo, a podcasting company, was wasting its time on side projects. Although Om Malik’s blog post was kinder, showing interest in the new Twitter contraption, he gave all the credit to a certain drunk cofounder he had shared cigarettes and vodka with the night before. “A new mobile social networking application written by Noah Glass (and team),” Om wrote. Ev tried to fix the press afterward, but it was too late. And
decided. Clinton argued to the president’s senior staffers, who wanted Cohen and anyone involved in the Twitter incident publicly fired, that they were just doing their jobs and this was all part of the changing cultural fabric, with Twitter woven right into the middle of it. The next day, during a morning meeting, Clinton walked up to where Cohen was sitting, dropped the New York Times on his table, and sternly pointed to the article. “This is great,” she said, her finger thudding against the
happened. It was immediately apparent that Goldman had not been in on the boardroom rebellion. “You’re fucking kidding me,” Goldman said in confusion. “What did they say?” Ev walked him through his conversation with Campbell, then the phone calls with Fred and Bijan, broadly explaining what each had said. Goldman was shocked. — It was dark outside as the rain pelted Dick Costolo’s car relentlessly. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, trying to concentrate on the