What does AI remind me of?
I’ve been thinking for a while that the Open AI’s irritating chatbot reminds me of someone. This morning I figured it out: It acts like my brothers did toward me, their quite-a-bit younger sister,...
writing and translation
I’ve been thinking for a while that the Open AI’s irritating chatbot reminds me of someone. This morning I figured it out: It acts like my brothers did toward me, their quite-a-bit younger sister,...
This morning I read an AI-generated review of my own writing. It was of an academic article[1] from 2010, about the photomontage artist John Heartfield (1891-1968). The notification and link came from academia.edu, a...
Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic, London: Faber and Faber, 2019. You might wonder, as I did, whether I was reading a fable, a myth, a folktale, a parable, or something else, something different. Of course...
It’s the sort of literary criticism that expands a language, in some sense “rewrites” the text or group of texts under consideration. Reading and translating ancient texts for evidence of a specific experience, namely...
It’s as if I’ve just read my own biography. I haven’t, of course: The Years is clearly ordered and clearly labelled as Ernaux’s autobiography, or memoire, from the date of her birth in 1941...
I finished reading a few days ago, and can still feel my admiration building. In many ways traditional in structure, it is a tale of a character transformation, from the point a young man...