AI Has No Gut
Part of my sixtieth birthday celebration was at the Ambassade Hotel in Amsterdam. Just me, early in the morning, in their library. The child on the cover of Donna Tartt’s The Little Friend looked at me expectantly. I took a minute to think of Donna sitting somewhere quiet, working on her craft as she wrote, and I felt a surge of connection to the other writers who were guests at this hotel. Sometimes, I get jealous that their work came before AI. In depressed moments, I think
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