In Rafael Chirbes’s diaries, you can see the extraordinary amount of reading, thinking, struggling to write, editing, rewriting, self-doubt, pain, and desolation that went into each of the novels. Chirbes’s Crematorio and En la orilla are the last two novels published while he was alive. These are his masterpieces. The writer put a lifetime of reading and thinking about literature, about art, about language, about what makes a good novel into them. He would read for 10-15 hours a day and then write about what he read. For years, for decades, that’s how he lived.
When I think about that and the ease with which AI produces its “texts”, it’s kind of really funny. I don’t think we’re in great danger of being replaced, is what I’m saying.
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Yes, but how many people are able to distinguish quality writing from AI generated slop?
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Probably 100% of the ones who were gonna read Chirbes.
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Yes, that is absolutely the question to ask at this point in time. THE question. People of the younger generations will have to develop personal strategies of generating literary taste. They will have to spend years reading only what was written before year 2024. They will have to make themselves deaf and blind to everything written after that.
And of course, as always, this will be a small minority. High culture has always been and will always be for a tiny minority, and that is fine.
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