Before leaving “The Office Through the Ages,” you’d be directed to a room barren but for a socket on the wall and a sign reading “Free WiFi.” There you’d be asked to take out whatever device you’ve got in your pocket and instructed to text the museum’s curator with your idea for what the next office ought to look like. Or you could do that from the coffee shop down the street, or from the subway, on your way home. You could do it anywhere.

–Jill Lepore in a subtly snarky review of Nikil Saval’s Cubed.