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Saturday
06Feb2010

Perils of web taste personalization

Nice variations, but nothing particularly disruptiveI am exhausted of Amazon's recommendations to me. And I'm tired of hearing the same songs continuously on Pandora and seeing such similar music recommended to me by iTunes Genius. In short, taste personalization is feeling constrictive and extremely limited.

It wasn't always this way. Not two months ago, I was writing about how much more music and books I was buying thanks to the wisdom of smart algorithms of recommendation sites. Now I'm beginning to realize that only so many bands sound like The National and there are really only so many books like Nudge that I want to read. In the beginning, "if you like this, you'll also like this" can be a powerful way to find new artists and authors, but eventually this approach limits rather than broadens my perspective.

The value of independent curators of content is rising in my mind. The New York Times 100 Notable Books of 2009 led me to try out Death in Venice, Jeff in Varanasi, a piece of fiction unlike anything in my Amazon browsing history, and I loved it. I'm also now working my way through much of the Modern Library's 100 Best  to find recognized, time-tested classics rather than just stuff that I like. I trust the collective (and attributed) criticism of Rotten Tomatoes and ignore Netflix's recommendations. For music, Pitchfork is not a bad option, although my most trusted curators are usually drawn from friends. My father, who works with last.fm, recently argued that I should abandon Pandora if favor of that site because social networking approaches to discovery are more powerful than algorithms. I still would probably just prefer to ask what he is listening to these days.

Smart recommendation algorithms have their place, but I look to music and books to expand my outlook, and I'm realizing that the human connection, whether from friends or prestigious curators I trust, is a better way to get there.

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