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Inspiring view, isn’t it.

I’m here in San Antonio specifically to be part of the Pop Madness Convention at the San Antonio Public Library tomorrow, March 7. I’ll be there along with Martha Wells, Robert Jackson Bennett, John Picacio and other cool folks, being on panels and signing books and all that good stuff. If you’re in the San Antonio area tomorrow, come down and see us!

And if you’re not in the San Antonio area tomorrow, I mean, have a good Saturday anyway, I guess.

— JS

The Big Idea: Randee Dawn

2026-Mar-05, Thursday 21:21
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

If everyone only wrote what they knew, how many books would we be deprived of? Author Randee Dawn has some concerns about the age-old advice, and suggests writers should get out of their comfort zone in the Big Idea for her newest novel, We Interrupt This Program.

RANDEE DAWN:

There are many phrases writers long to hear: Your book is a best-seller! Your book changed my life! Your book is getting a Netflix adaptation! Your book props open my screen door!

Maybe not that last one.

But if there’s one phrase writers are a little tired of hearing is this: Write what you know.

What does that even mean? For years, I thought it was reductionist and stupid. I write speculative fiction. Spec fic is about dragons or distant planets or zombies or dragons and zombies on distant planets. I have yet to encounter any of those things. But isn’t that what imagination is for? Make stuff up!

Write what you know is a rhetorical piece of advice that sends young writers off on the wrong path, and often confuses older ones. It explains why twenty-two year olds write memoirs. They don’t know anything but their own lives!

But it can have value. My first useful encounter with understanding write what you know came when I plumbed my entertainment journalism past – including time at a soap opera magazine – to write a goofy first novel, Tune in Tomorrow (helpfully given its own discussion in The Big Idea in 2022). I knew what backstage on TV and film sets looked like. I’d spoken to thousands of actors, producers, and directors. It wasn’t so far a leap to imagine how things might be different if magical creatures were running things. 

Then it came time to write the next story in the Tune-iverse. I’d used up a lot of Stuff I Knew. So what could come next to keep things interesting? 

That was when I discovered that the advice isn’t stupid. It’s just not the only advice that matters. Writing what you know can – pick your metaphor – give you a frame, a recipe, or a direction to follow.

But writing what hurts gives you substance. Writing what hurts gets you into the subcutaneous zone. 

With We Interrupt this Program (the next, also standalone, novel in my Tune-iverse), I tried to picture what the rest of the fae entertainment universe – run by the Seelie Court Network, of course – would look like. I imagined whole villages run by fae, populated by humans full-time, whose lives fit into neat little tropey stories. What if all the Hallmark movies were shot in the cutest, sweetest, village ever? What if there was a whole burg populated with humans who’d pissed the fae off and were being punished? What if a seaside town existed where a gray-haired older lady author solved cozy mysteries? 

The latter one gave me Winnie, an older woman whose cozy mysteries about her TROPE Town neighbors were turned into movies for SCN. But Seaview Haven is in trouble when we meet Winnie, and she discovers she’ll have to write a really good story to fix matters. So she writes about a love affair with the town’s Seelie Showrunner/Mayor/Director.

But those who vet it say it isn’t good enough. It’s nice. She wrote what she knew. Then she’s told to write what’s hard.

The novel took me by surprise here. I hadn’t planned to make her write two important stories. The love story should be enough. But it was only good. It wasn’t great. Despite being supernatural, it felt mundane. Tropey.

In going deeper to find Winnie a hard story, I discovered I already had one based on events in my real life. I gave them to her. Sure, it’s about love. But it’s also about betrayal and writerly jealousy, the kind delivered with a stiletto and not a butcher knife. Frankly, I’m a little embarrassed it’s in there. It’s not an epic awfulness. I didn’t commit a crime. 

Probably. 

And in giving it to Winnie, the story worked for me. When she unveils her personal, painful moment, it folds into the story as if I’d planned it. We Interrupt remains slapsticky, punny, and full of lunatic moments. Hopefully, though, that’s why this moment – the hurtful story – hits the hardest.

Readers can sense when we’ve gone deep, and when we skate the surface. A writer always has to find a way to squint at their latest creation and ask if they’ve gone deep enough to make it hurt, no matter what the genre is. That’s what – if I’ve done it right – it means to stick the landing.

So let’s look at that old hoary advice once more. Yes, write what you know. 

But don’t stop there. 

After you figure out what you know, figure out what’s hard. What hurts. Pull out the stiletto, not the butcher knife … and get cutting. 


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Posted by John Scalzi

We have an outline! Major characters, plot lines, and various important story beats all laid out. Now to start writing it all up. Very exciting stuff.

This is worth noting because this is the first time Athena and I are doing this, but it won’t be the last, since we’ll be using this process to develop other projects soon. This is what our little family business does, after all: Think of cool stuff that we can then develop into actual projects that will hopefully become things you can see and buy. This is, hopefully, the first of many.

— JS

The Big Idea: Lauren C. Teffeau

2026-Mar-04, Wednesday 18:09
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Futuristic fiction doesn’t always have to be dystopian, and in fact author Lauren C. Teffau wanted to show readers a more hopeful narrative where people work together for the betterment of the planet and a goal of reaching a brighter future. Follow along in her Big Idea for Accelerated Growth Environment and see what a more optimistic future could look like.

LAUREN C. TEFFEAU:

We are living at the intersection of competing futures. Ones we thought were inevitable and others being forced down our throats by billionaires, technocrats, and foreign interests that are counter to our own. This fight over our collective future is happening while the climate crisis rages on, institutions are tested, and the informationsphere weaponized. It’s no longer a question of how to avoid the worst outcomes, but how bad those outcomes will be. 

But I firmly believe optimistic stories about the future are our way out of the doomloop. Not because they’ll accurately predict what is to come, but because they give us something to work toward, together. To that end, I wanted to explore what an international response to the climate crisis would look like in my latest book, the eco-thriller Accelerated Growth Environment, and introduce a generation of readers to one possible future full of cooperation, resilience, and competency porn. 

Such a goal is not completely out there. Once upon a time, the world came together to reduce ozone emissions in response to the discovery chlorofluorocarbons were punching a hole in the atmosphere. The effort was so successful, the ozone layer is on track to completely regenerate, according to Wikipedia, by 2045. That’s amazing, even moreso considering that level of international coordination seems impossible today. But maybe, just maybe, it’s something we can work toward in the years to come. 

So imagine things change, and the political will is finally ascendant to tackle the climate crisis. Enter the Climasphere, a groundbreaking megastructure that can support nearly every biome on Earth and grow plants essential to rewilding efforts across the world, signifying a new era of climate cooperation. It’s also the high-tech setting for Accelerated Growth Environment. Principal Scientist Dr. Jorna Beckham just wants to focus on her research while her horticulture techs are on break following the grueling inaugural harvest.

She manages the habitat with the help of her trusty robot sidekick Savvy while Commander Kaysar sees to everything else. But when an explosion rocks the Climasphere, Jorna is the commander’s number one suspect. Her family belongs to a technology-adverse religion that believes the Climasphere’s genetically-altered plants are a rejection of God’s gifts to humanity. Jorna must clear her name if she wants to keep her dream job and any possibility of a future with the commander.

I’m honored Accelerated Growth Environment is the first acquisition and release from Shiraki Press, a new publisher specializing in hopepunk stories for a brighter future. Keep an eye out for more titles from them in the months to come. 

And never forget we are capable of great things—we need to be. No matter all that has happened this year as we grapple with betrayals of the past and the predatory power grabs of the present, we must remember all the amazing things we can do in preparation of the future we will build together.


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Posted by Rebecca Watson

I have a variety of techniques I use to deal with the ongoing collapse of everything, most of them different kinds of drugs. But I also have healthy habits, like reading, and when it comes to reading purely for pleasure, I find myself turning back again and again to Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. If you …

Indefinite Book Club Hiatus

2026-Mar-04, Wednesday 03:21
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Posted by John Scalzi

Today in “Things that ‘AI’ has ruined”:

No, I won’t be able to show up to your book club’s online/offline gathering, and the reason for this is simple: I, and likely every other author you might care to name, am so inundated with “book club” spam that it’s become impractical and often impossible to suss out the solicitations by actual book clubs with actual humans, from the literally dozens of “AI”-generated spam book club emails I get daily. I don’t have the time to attempt to sort the real ones from the fake ones, or to go through the multiple emails that might be required to assure myself that there’s not a money ask somewhere in there. Plus there’s the additional risk that if you respond to even one spam email, your name is added to the a list of potential suckers which is then itself offered up to other spamsters, thus continuing the cycle of bullshit.

Bluntly, I can spend my days sorting “book club” spam, or I can write books. One pays me money. The other does not. So until further notice, I’m not entertaining book club invitations from anyone, and I likely won’t respond to your invitation at all. I’m sorry but this is the reality of the moment.

To be clear, it’s not just your book club that’s being ruined by this crap. It’s also become exponentially more difficult to suss out legitimate convention/book festival invitations and paid speaking gigs from a sea of “AI”-generated asks that ultimately try to scam money from me and other authors (and from any other person who might even attend a convention or conference; writers aren’t special to scammers). I am fortunate to have actual publicists and a speaking bureau that act as filters for me (plus I have a working knowledge of actual conventions, at least here in the US), but a lot of writers don’t have that, and it’s become an actual stressor for a lot of them to sort the real stuff from the fake stuff. It also makes it harder for them (and other creatives) to effectively market themselves to actual humans who might actually read, and pay for, their work. It sucks for us all, some of us more than others.

If you’re a scammer who uses “AI” to try to defraud actual humans, please die in a fucking fire, thanks. For everyone else, sorry a flood of spam has ruined book clubs. It’s awful for every one of us.

— JS

The Big Idea: Kirsten Kaschock

2026-Mar-03, Tuesday 17:45
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Does a mad scientist do what they do out of sheer love of the game, or because they can’t just up and quit doing the whole mad science thing? Do they love their work, or is it just unhealthy obsession? Author Kirsten Kaschock looks at some of fiction’s most well-known inventors in the Big Idea for her newest novel, An Impossibility of Crows, drawing parallels between herself, her main character, and all the truly mad creators of the past.

KIRSTEN KASCHOCK:

A crow the size of a horse.

The dream terrified me but not the way you’d think. I was drawn in. A little hypnotized. Even in the dream I wanted to understand how the thing came into being. And, in the dream, the crow wasn’t threatening me—just doing crow things.

The crow kept coming back, not at night, but in my wandering mind or whenever I saw an actual crow. I’d look at one walking in the snow or huddled in a tree and think to myself, “What if?” That’s when I started sketching the crow’s maker: Agnes Krahn. 

I needed to know who would decide to build (I often call it building rather than breeding for reasons I can’t quite explain) a crow of such size and why? To figure that out, I started writing as if I were Agnes—a scientist, of course—commenting on her world in real time. The book had to be a diary. But because she was a scientist, an ex-chemist to be exact, Agnes also included her research in these pages. And then, other odds and ends kept arriving, including letters from Agnes’s long dead mother. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that the book would be so closely linked to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein—which is also epistolary and multivocal. But there was already a marked difference. Agnes, unlike Victor Frankenstein, is a woman.

How many other unhinged women scientists have found their way into literature? Fewer, I’d wager than their male counterparts. I imagined Agnes’s reasons for building Solo (the crow’s name is Solo) to be different than most of the mad scientists’ I have read, and more like Mary Shelley’s own backstory: never knowing her own mother, her loss of a child, a need to prove herself to the poets among which she found herself. 

I knew Agnes wasn’t driven by ego or ambition, exactly. She isn’t selfless either. God no. But her obsession with increasing the size of the bird has a reason other than narcissism: she wants to provide her daughter with wings.

This is where Agnes and the character of Victor F. part ways. When I realized why Agnes was building Solo, she started to resemble other creators from other stories. 

Agnes wants to give her daughter this crow, but what her daughter thinks or feels about this is irrelevant. Agnes is trying to provide an escape route for someone who—I learned while writing her—does not feel particularly trapped. But Agnes is oblivious to how her daughter perceives herself. In this way, Agnes is as monstrous as most mothers. 

The model I used for their relationship is actually that of a father and son—Daedalus and Icarus. I’ve long loved this Greek myth, although it was taught to me as a tragedy of disobedience: warned about the dangers of flight, Icarus cannot help but fly too close to the sun. But what if the fault lies with Daedalus, who should have known his child better? In my novel, Agnes does not know her daughter at all. This is both their tragedy and another mystery I had to solve: Why doesn’t she? Writing a Gothic Horror novel turned into a bit of a rabbit hole… a Russian doll. The book kept asking me why things are the way they are. Why people do the things they do. And at the bottom of every version of Agnes I found another woman, another layer of hurt.

To be honest, this is why I write in the first place. To get to the under-questions, the ones below the surfaces of thought.

Solo, the crow, is in some ways a cipher: a darkness onto which I was reading human nature. But Solo is also very real. He is an immense crow, with all the intelligence of a crow (maybe more), and thus he is horrifying in his own right. That’s how we read each other, too. We know people as what they are to us, and only if we are incredibly lucky and attentive do we ever learn who they are beyond our needs, fears, and desires of them.

Agnes is the only one in the book who doesn’t see Solo as an existential threat, or not until it is too late. She may not admit it to herself, but as she builds him—he grows into a replacement for her daughter rather than a gift to her. She is Mary Shelley. She is Victor Frankenstein. She is Daedalus. And she is Gepetto. As she gets more and more drawn into her experiment, her attention to her family wanes and her devotion to the crow increases. I, myself, am married to a scientist. I am an artist. We have both done this with our work. We do this. Agnes is also him. And she is me.

Her madness I am familiar with: Agnes wants to create a life larger than her own. Somehow, she believes that Solo can free her from her guilt and grief. 

The big idea in An Impossibility of Crows is this: when you bury your feelings they don’t stay dead—and when they rise up, they may find a form beyond any you can hope to control. I began writing with a single frightening image. I moved quickly from there to considering the crow’s creator. Then, in seeking to understand Agnes, I progressed through a series of models towards my own reasons for making. 

I had a teacher once who said that writers only write about three things: sex, death, and writing. And then there’s this old joke: if it’s not one thing, it’s your mother. I think many things can be true at once. Nothing is ever Solo. And everything is. 

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Golden (missed) opportunities

2026-Mar-03, Tuesday 05:26
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She told me she’d be ten minutes late, which was fine. But when it was nearly twenty minutes I messaged – where are you? Shall I walk towards you?

My daughter sent a picture of a bit of the state library she was in, people at desks etc. We’re here, is this where you are?

I am outside, I said. But I walked inside anyway. I compared the picture to what I saw. It kinda looked the same. But the floor in the picture was parquetry. Mine wasn’t. I started to wander to find the right room, calling my daughter on the phone as I did so.

Where are you?

Near the cafe. I walked to the cafe. No daughter there.

More descriptions followed. And then something clicked.

Wait, I said. Are you in MELBOURNE?

Hang on, she replied. Are you in SYDNEY?

We were to meet at the state library. Both cities have one. I thought she was in Sydney (in my defense, that is where she had told me she would be). She thought I was in Melbourne, because I often am and the Victorian state library is where we often meet.

Much hilarity ensued. This is such an US thing to do.

As it happened I was in the state library of New South Wales in Sydney beginning my Fellowship, gleefully flashing my Fellows card to go into staff-only bits of the library, claim a desk. Eating my home-made lunch in the staff kitchen on the third floor.

And checking out the first of an archival collection that describes what people actually did when they found gold in the 1850s gold rush and sold to one of the many, many banks popping up in gold towns – or else to the local grocery storekeeper. Gold digger stories of being swindled by tricks with the scales are part of the lore of the era.

Image: Australian Joint Stock Bank, Gulgong – SLNSW

The project is called: What happened to the gold? Reconsidering risk, money and the rise of modern banking at the 175th anniversary of the NSW Gold Rush.

By the 1937 Royal Commission into banking (which is another starting place for me), the bank of New South Wales told the government that one third of its capital reserves was from the sale of gold during the gold rush.

They were almost certainly selling to the Bank of England, to whom the 1844 Bank Charter Act had granted a monopoly on note issuance, linked to…the yellow stuff that magically1 appeared in California in 1848, and then in 1951 in Victoria and New South Wales.

The people who dug it up in the middle of Australian nowhere2 typically sold the gold for maybe £3-4 per ounce and felt rich, for a while.

One of a squillion bazillion observers of the gold rush said:

I do not believe that gold seeking in Australia has been remunerative to any class of men as a class….men who picked up fortunes are very rare. One never meets them.

He did, however, blame the diggers themselves, suggesting that they spent it all ‘useless, new-fangled luxuries’.

A bit mysterious where those luxuries went, isn’t it? Though we kinda know from the report to the Royal Commission where the profits ended up.

think this is going to tell us something about the development of modern, everyday banking and its links to the City and the 1844 Bank Charter Act, the joint materiality and abstractions of gold and money and the growth of the banking profession. We will see. It’s my first day, after all.*

At least I was at the right state library, unlike some other people.

*This gold project is part of a much bigger project that is centred on the labour (I think including technology) and matter – the stuff, including money, ledgers, deposit slips – of banking and finance. It is early days, but expect to hear more about it very soon. Ideas – please let me know!

(I’m running a bit late on posting about this, sorry. The next update will be sooner than you think!)

New Cover: “Valley Winter Song”

2026-Mar-02, Monday 19:48
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I woke up this morning and there was a whole new blanket of snow on the ground. Which I don’t love! Here in March! But I guess it is still technically winter for another three weeks, and also, it made this particular cover song I was working on more appropriate. The original is from Fountains of Wayne, which is best known for “Stacy’s Mom,” although songs like this one are rather more in line with the songwriting typical of the group. This is one of my favorites, and a little bit of a deep cut. But deep cuts can be good sometimes. Enjoy.

— JS

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About thirty years ago, a Stanford educated philosopher, Paul Humphreys (1950-2022), realized that when connectionist models started to be developed within AI, that a set of questions and debates about Monte Carlo simulations might be salient.* In particular, the fact that connectionist networks might be very complex, inscrutable matrices need not be an objection to their epistemic usefulness. This inscrutability of AI is known as ‘the Black Box problem’ in recent scholarship. After all, some Monte Carlo simulations were in practice also inscrutable, but this didn’t prevent physicists from using them. (There is a nice, accessible discussion by Eric Winsberg of the significance of Humphreys’ work in the philosophy of simulation here.)

In the course of his many papers on related topics, Humphreys coined a term, ‘epistemic opacity’ or Humphreys opacity, that characterizes one of the key aspects of such inscrutability.  (See also here; or here). Such epistemic opacity — and now I paraphrase Humphreys — involves the inability to surveil the steps of a process from a known input to a known and desirable (or truthful, useful, beautiful, etc.) output in a timely manner to the decision-maker or responsible agent. I put it like that to make clear that this ignorance is pragmatic in character and could be modelled in terms of trade-offs between the quality or benefit of the output and the cost of surveillance. (Of course, it’s possible the opacity is not pragmatic, but ontological in character.) In addition, I use the ambiguous language of ‘surveillance’ because the process can be computational, social, or natural in character.

I make no claim that epistemic opacity is unique to AI. Often human minds are opaque to each other in this very sense. And in other cases such opacity is characteristic of our self-knowledge. Even if one wishes to keep one’s distance from Freud and his school, it is uncontroversial that there are lots of brain processes that are inaccessible to ourselves even though we can track the input and output to them.

In fact, epistemic opacity in Humphreys’ sense has been long recognized in the study of natural, psychological, and social processes. For example, for a very long time ‘sympathy’ was the term used to describe (a/the) cosmic and psychological mechanism(s) in which the process was invisible, even though the start and end of the process were visible. My interest below is not in this particular example, but I will suggest that the history of social awareness of the significance of epistemically opaque mechanisms may illuminate our discussion of the unfolding impact of AI.

In the quoted passage from the pull-quote at the top of this post, Terence Tao (a Field’s medalist in mathematics) describes the very specific species of ignorance that I have been calling ‘Humphreys opacity’ (or, if you prefer, ‘epistemic opacity.’) What’s neat about this particular instance, is that at the moment, Tao’s state of opacity about the process (the ‘journey’) that led to the AI proof mirrors the opacity of the machine that ‘helicoptered’ there. At the moment there is no way of recovering the machine’s journey to its answer. (Presumably with time and effort some kind of reverse engineering might be possible, even if it involves an intentional stance.)

Tao’s view is that in mathematics the process of discovery is very valuable, even though that process may be slow and involves a lot of possible dead-ends. We may say that during the older process of discovery, one didn’t just learn the truth, but also quite a bit about the tools of the trade that can be used to discover the truth (and how different mathematical objects and fields relate to each other). Now that AIs start reaching truth quickly, or to put it more precisely, without access to the underlying mathematical landscape, we encounter a trade-off between truth and (let’s call it) informativeness.

In the interview, as reported, Tao never uses the phrase ‘truth.’ Rather, he phrases his analysis in terms of the ‘answer’ the machines provide. It’s worth conveying how he puts it:

One very basic thing that would help the math community: When an AI gives you an answer to a question, usually it does not give you any good indication of how confident it is in this answer, or it will always say, I’m completely certain that this is true. Humans do this. Whether they are confident in something or whether they are not is very important information, and it’s okay to tentatively propose something which you’re not sure about, but it’s important to flag that you’re uncertain about it. But AI tools do not rate their own confidence accurately. And this lowers their usefulness. We would appreciate more honest AIs.

In reflecting on Tao’s comments, it’s worth distinguishing between two issues: first — and this is the topic highlighted by Tao –, the AI machine excelling at mathematics does not report its own ‘confidence’ in its own answer accurately. Second, even if it offered such confidence accurately, it could still be wrong about the answer it provides (and, perhaps, misreporting its own confidence.) This is especially so, with AI that is embedded in LLMs (Large Language Models). After all, there is no evidence that such AIs have eliminated hallucinations altogether, or that this is even possible (at low enough cost and time).

To be sure, the current generation of commercially available flagship LLMs (GPT 5/Claude OPUs 4.5, etc.) are genuinely impressive. (And presumably the ChatGPT that solved these outstanding math puzzles, on which Tao comments, is even more ahead of the curve, etc.) During the last month, they have finally reached the level of interesting research assistance in my own field. But second, don’t let anyone claim they have stopped hallucinating. (If you dislike that phrase, I am happy to call it ‘ungrounded content.’) Crucially, for a lot of purposes this makes LLMs inefficient tools, because you often can’t just eyeball the errors–you really need to pay attention and double-check their output. Keep this in mind, too.

There are super-interesting issues lurking here about what it would mean to have AI’s internally model or represent their own confidence. (Would they be simulating human confidence reports as if Terence Tao or some much lesser mathematician, or would they develop their own approach; would they have debates about Bayes? etc.) But that’s not my present main interest.

As readers will be undoubtedly aware, there is a persistent strain and increasingly vocal line of thought that AI will eliminate all knowledge work. And it is no doubt the case that the fate of junior and mid-level computer coders in the moment foreshadows a more general disruptiveness. Let’s stipulate that AI will indeed threaten lots of white- collar work (I call this the ‘next great transformation’). And that even in the sciences it will transform discovery and how disciplines will interact with each other, as Tao suggests. (Go read the interview.) So, philosophy of science will have a busy time ahead.

My main interest is this: Tao’s comments alert us to the fact that there are a class of problems where answers supplied without surveyable information on the means or steps for finding it are themselves fragile. At the research frontier, somebody very skilled needs to check the ‘answer.’  This is why even in mathematics there is a social component to a process of justification. And, as AI eliminates all the low hanging fruits, the difficulty and costs of checking themselves go up as understanding of the landscape becomes very thin. Even if we could build machines to check the AI (and so on), there would be a need for diagnostic tools that need to be maintained and repaired and so on. Since these machines will suffer from Humphreys opacity, this challenge becomes endemic.

As the next great transformation advances, before long AI may well drive discovery and justification and, thereby, as Tao suggests, transform different sciences. We may well have to get used to playing second fiddle to AI practices. However, Tao’s remarks also suggest that genuine expertise will be at a premium as we transform to a world suffused with modern AI. This is because modern AI systematically introduces Humpreys opacity and hallucinates alongside the cutting-edge answers it provides. As the output or ‘answers’ of AI scale up, we will increasingly need the skilled judgment of humans as part of quality control. Of course, to what degree genuine expertise will be able to capture that value in our oligarchic data economy is a different question.

That’s the main point I wanted to make. But there is a second point lurking here. The institutional infrastructure of a universe full of Humphreys opacity is itself quite dense. In his (1755) Third Discourse, Rousseau notes that epistemic opacity is introduced as governments switch in scale from estate management to management of whole peoples and nations. That is, such a sovereign cannot survey the population in real time. In fact, the sovereign must introduce regular government and begin to rely on intermediaries (a bureaucracy, viceroys, tax-farmers, delegated parliaments, etc.) in order to overcome the effects of this first-order epistemic opacity. Unfortunately, the very mechanism by which epistemic opacity is tackled often introduces a different, second-order (or ‘derivative’) epistemic opacity.

This phenomenon can be illustrated by the following thought: once one diagnoses how the very social mechanism (say a bureaucracy) one introduces to tackle first-order epistemic opacity generates higher-order epistemic opacities, one may be tempted by two strategies. First, one may introduce monitoring mechanisms that surveil the bureaucracy one has instituted. Second, one may invest in mechanisms (a census, real time street cameras, infrared tags, a machinery of record that tracks births, deeds, etc.) that make the population that is being governed more legible. In both cases, these mechanisms will themselves generate further kinds of third-order (‘second derivative’ etc.) opacities and so on. So, for example, inspired by Rousseau, and the scandals at the East India company, Adam Smith begins to diagnose principle-agent problems. Eighteenth century European thinkers look to China to learn how to develop an effective bureaucracy and the accompanying institutions that allow the management and governance of dispersed and heterogeneous populations.

From the middle of the eighteenth century to the present, we can discern a fairly large growth in institutional structures to manage epistemic opacity over time. Governments have organized not just records to make populations legible (as James C. Scott and Foucault might have put it) and to provide public goods that can coordinate commerce, but have also developed and maintained mints and central banks, measures, weights, and all kinds of data/information/statistics on the natural and social environments not the least the economy and environment. This has, of course, generated opportunities for profit as well as strategic agents who may wish to undermine trust in the government’s machinery of record and measures.

This is not just a role for government. Companies both encounter and generate epistemic opacity in their own products. Sometimes the quality control to maintain the standards and homogeneity of a mass-produced product may be as costly as the manufacturing and packaging of the underlying product. And companies may well come into conflict with each other as they do so.

This natural growth in government activity in managing epistemic opacity and providing a legal framework for managing these conflicts is, by the way, the enduring lesson of Walter Lippmann’s (1937) The Good Society. Accurate information that is appropriately public — perhaps even, to adapt a phrase from Tom Pink, witnessed as truth (recall) — requires an enormous machinery of record and a legal infrastructure that helps adjudicate conflicts over identity of and property rights in that information and the consequences of its use. Even some lawyers may survive the next great transformation.

 

*As it happens, during the last two weeks, I had opportunity to have long talks with Katie Creel (Northeastern) and Ryan Muldoon (Buffalo) during my visits to their programs. Their views have shaped my own here. In addition, I have benefitted from Nick Cowen’s and Neil Levy’s comments on earlier post at DigressionsNimpressions (here).

 

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I used to eat sunflower seeds when I played softball as a kid, and I can’t say I’ve ever eaten them since. For some reason, I was getting advertisements for Smackin’ Sunflower Seeds on Instagram. In that moment, I thought, you know what, sunflower seeds sound kind of good to snack on right now.

I would say in my life I’ve only had regular sunflower seeds, ranch, and BBQ flavored, so when I saw Smackin’s array of flavors, I was certainly intrigued. I am someone who believes variety is the spice of life, so of course I couldn’t choose just one flavor. I went ahead and bought a variety pack that included all their flavors (except the OG Original), and my dad and I gave them all a try.

I let my dad pick the first flavor we tried, and he chose “lemon pepper.” These definitely had a strong flavor, as advertised, and the taste actually reminded me a lot of a steakhouse. The peppery-ness wasn’t overwhelming, and my dad and I gave these ones a 6.5/10.

Up next, we went for a classic: Ranch. The ranch flavor reminded me a lot of a Hidden Valley Ranch seasoning packet, like the kind you mix into dips or salad dressings. Surprisingly, the ranch flavor was very subtle, which is certainly something that ranch never is. You get a Cool Ranch Dorito and that shit is RANCHED UP. In the case of these seeds, I could’ve used more ranch flavor. They were kind of weak, but the flavor that was present was good. These were a 6/10 from both of us.

We switched to a sweet flavor, their Cinnamon Churro. This flavor was actually really nice, it wasn’t just straight cinnamon, it had that nice churro-vanilla sort of flavor. I will say that the flavor wasn’t very long lasting, though. Like it wore off very quickly. The taste, while it lasted, was very nice and not too sweet, with just a little bit of saltiness to have a nice sweet-and-salty factor. This was a 7.5/10 from my dad and a 7/10 from me.

My dad wanted to get the Cheddar Jalapeno out of the way, since he feared it would be really hot and we’re not exactly known for loving spicy stuff. I’m happy to report that while these ones do have a real kick with a heat that lingers just a touch, it has a really nice actual jalapeno flavor and isn’t just hot to be hot. While there’s not so much of the cheddar flavor present, if you’re someone who likes a little bite in their snack, this one would be a great pick for you. I wouldn’t eat a whole bag, but they were pretty tasty. These were a 7/10 from both of us.

Onto Dill Pickle, which was one I was very excited for. Lemme just say, these bad boys were picklelicious. These had a super solid, bold pickle flavor that was very enjoyable and not too acidic, just had that nice dilly briny taste. These ended up being in my top two favorites overall, and we both gave them an 8.5/10.

Over to the Cracked Pepper, I was curious how this would compare to the Lemon Pepper. If you are someone who puts so much pepper on their steak or eggs that people around you are sneezing to high heaven, then this is the flavor for you. These were so peppery, like pretty overwhelmingly so. I honestly didn’t care for them, and gave them a 4/10, but my dad gave them a 6/10.

Next up was the Backyard BBQ. I do love barbecue chips, so I was looking forward to see how these compared flavor-wise. The BBQ was super bold! Just one seed was absolutely packed with BBQ flavor, and it was very tasty! More long-lasting flavor and very strong, these were super good and ended up being another favorite. My dad gave them an 8/10 and I gave them an 8.5/10.

Back to the sweet ones, we tried the Maple Brown Sugar. Like the Cinnamon Churro, they were really nice but not long-lived. They’re a bit subtle, like not a huge amount of maple flavor or anything, but still pretty good. My dad gave them a 7/10 and I went with a 6.5/10. The rating would be a lot higher if the flavor lasted longer or was stronger.

Starting to wrap up our sunflower adventure, Sour Cream and Onion was next. These tasted so classic and recognizable, like if you enjoy sour cream and onion chips, these are for you because they taste absolutely spot on. They honestly reminded me a lot of Philadelphia Cream Cheese Chive and Onion flavor. These were a 7.5/10 from both of us.

The final flavor before trying the mystery flavor was Garlic Parmesan. These were super garlicky, but didn’t offer up a whole lot of parmesan flavor. The garlic really stole the spotlight here, but it was still a tasty flavor, earning it a 7/10 from both of us.

Finally, the mystery flavor! I truly had no idea what to expect. Do you know how DumDums make their mystery flavors? Well, I can only assume that Smackin’ does the same thing, because the mystery flavor tasted exactly like the Cheddar Jalapeno and Ranch mixed together. It was like the Cheddar Jalapeno but less hot, and somehow even better! The mystery flavor earned an 8/10 from both of us.

Well, there you have it! Eleven flavors of sunflower seeds. The only one I didn’t get to try that I would’ve loved to is Cheeseburger! Honestly, these were pretty solid sunflower seeds. It felt kind of nostalgic to eat them, even if they are kind of tedious to get through. I felt like one of those dogs that has a “slow down” bowl because you can’t just plow through them like chips or crackers.

Anyways, if you’re interested in trying some for yourself, I have a 10% off code for you! Yippee!

Which flavor sounds the best to you? Do you eat sunflower seeds often? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

Remembering the Mothers of Gynecology

2026-Feb-27, Friday 16:00
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The Big Idea: Bernie Jean Schiebeling

2026-Feb-26, Thursday 21:11
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Like blue eyes, height, or left-handedness, how much of our temper and ill manners can we contribute to our genetics? Author Bernie Jean Schiebeling explores the breakage of inherited anger, and what it’s like to fall victim to the temperament our parents passed unto us in the Big Idea for their newest novel, House, Body, Bird.

BERNIE JEAN SCHIEBELING:

My great-grandfather was not a good man.

Without getting into too many details, he was angry and abusive, so much so that my great-grandmother was able to divorce him in the late 1920s without too much trouble. After the divorce, my great-grandfather left—possibly fled—and then committed a string of burglaries across Kentucky and Tennessee while working as a door-to-door salesman. Many years later, my father met one of his ex-colleagues, who said the man had been incredible at sales. Less so at stealing, since he kept getting caught. “And,” he said, pointing at my dad’s breakfast plate, “I can tell you that you take your scrambled eggs the same way. So much pepper.”

Dad never met my great-grandfather (even Grandpa hardly knew him, since he was just a toddler during the divorce). But they both liked peppery eggs, and so do I.

Other echoes persisted too. Anger sometimes exploded from my grandfather, though less than the previous generation. My dad is calmer than his father, and I am calmer than him. Still, rage sometimes rises in me with the inevitable force of a king tide. I hear the ocean rushing in my ears—

—And I breathe through the impulse. I don’t have to do this. I don’t have to continue this tradition that—I hope—none of us wanted. 

Inheritance is never clean. We gather too much over the course of a life, too many objects imbued with too many memories, to ever pass on an uncomplicated story to our descendants. In most cases, this is a gift, the last we give to our loved ones. Sometimes, however, it is a weapon, sharp-edged and dangerous to hold, and we have to figure out how to carry it anyway, or how to put it down in a way that hurts no one else. This is the big idea of House, Body, Bird

The idea was larger than I expected. I didn’t mean for this to be a novella; I thought it would be a short story too long to sell to most markets, like most of the work I have in my drafts folder. I was about 15,000 words deep by the time I realized I was writing a book. 

In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been that surprised. Stories find their ideal length through their subject matter, and the more I thought about House, Body, Bird’s family and their home-slash-haunted-dollhouse-museum, the more I realized that the sheer amount of stuff in main character Birdie Goodbain’s inheritance—both dollhouses and the history behind those dollhouses—needed to show up on the page. I started including imagery wherever I could: descriptions of dolls, of difficult memories, of how haunted the body becomes from those memories. In the story’s earlier scenes, I wanted to crowd Birdie, make her tuck her elbows in as she navigated the rambling, watchful house.

Of course, this is only the first half of the difficult-inheritance-problem, the “Someone has willed me a weapon” half. I still had to find a good way to explore the second half of “Thanks, I hate it.” Birdie couldn’t stay scared. Thankfully, I had a solution; I just needed to reorganize some clutter.

When I first started writing the would-be short story, I had alternated between two point-of-views for Birdie, third-person limited and first-person. This created emotional whiplash as Birdie went from a meek third-person POV ruminating on the house’s creepiness to a furious first-person POV bashing through the walls with a meat tenderizer. By grouping all the third-person scenes together and following them with the first-person ones, Birdie had much cleaner character development. It’s relevant that the switch in perspective happens once Birdie commits to escaping and seizing her freedom. In that moment, she moves from third-person, where an unseen narrator observes and objectifies her (like a doll!), to first-person, where she narrates her experiences. While imagery had pushed up against the margins in the third-person section, Birdie’s opinions, observations, and memories pepper her own telling of the story. She gets space to breathe. 

In keeping with the novella’s spirit of excess, Birdie’s sections are interspersed with ones from the haunted house’s point of view. Originally, this was useful because it allowed me to reference the previous Goodbain generations with a level of detail that wouldn’t have been possible for Birdie, but the house eventually became the story’s second emotional heart. Although I worried about overwriting throughout the drafting process, a maximalist approach to storytelling was what I needed for House, Body, Bird. 

It’s funny—early on in the story, Birdie’s messed-up dad tells her, “We build, and build, and build.” The Goodbain family built and built and built their house as a way to create a family narrative worth passing on, as an attempt to build livelihoods and lives and love, and I did the same thing. I built and built and built the story to understand how Birdie’s family history loomed over her, and how she could create a new, more loving life in response to it. 


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Oh, Look, an Airport

2026-Feb-26, Thursday 14:54
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Strange how I keep ending up at one.

This time, however, not on business. Visiting friends because now that the novel is in I can do that. I’ll be traveling on business very soon, however, first to San Antonio and then to Tucson. The life of an author is strangely itinerant.

— JS

Study: Dolly Parton is the Greatest

2026-Feb-26, Thursday 16:00
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Everything is terrible, obviously, and I have been getting particularly fed up with the general state of literacy I’m seeing in the world. And considering that for some reason my video about the Foo Fighters history of AIDS denialism is currently making the rounds, I figured that today I should talk about Dolly Parton. Yeah …

Why the Democrats Keep Leaning Right

2026-Feb-25, Wednesday 18:06
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Chapter 4: The Voyage of the Italic

2026-Feb-25, Wednesday 23:25
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King and Ketley stand accused of teaching young Australians that all value judgements are subjective and insignificant. Based on their remarks about grammar, there appears to be a case to answer. 

The prosecution will now demonstrate what effect their buried assumptions have on their teaching practice. When King and Ketley come to talk about actual texts, do they say the kinds of things you would expect people who disbelieved in values to say? 

Yes, says the accuser, as a matter of fact they do. As an example of bad emotive writing, King and Ketley cite a piece of advertising copy. But they fail to demonstrate why the writing is bad, or to contrast it with a piece of good writing. Instead of showing why the bad emotional writer describes emotions badly, they debunk the emotions themselves—primarily by pointing out that the advert contains statements which are not literally true. 

At which point, the prosecution rests. Those very same debunking techniques could be applied to a lot of very good writing: to any writing which includes a value judgement, in fact. Ketley and King’s theory is thus proved to be pernicious. It remains to be established whether or not it is false: Lewis concedes that a philosophy could be bad for society but nevertheless true. (The corollary, incidentally, is that to preserve society it might be necessary to disseminate a falsehood.) 

But before sentence is passed we need to hear the case for the defence. 

1: King and Ketley do not, in fact, say that the advertisement is a piece of bad writing. As a matter of fact, they draw attention to its skilful  (they say “cunning”) use of vocabulary and rhythmic devices. They present it as an example of how emotional writing can be used to a bad purpose.

2: King and Ketley do not, in fact, say that the emotions roused by the advertisement are contemptible in themselves. Their complaint is that the advertiser is evoking emotions and illegitimately transferring them onto his product.

3: King and Ketley do as a matter of fact, point out that two of the claims made in the advertisement are factually untrue, and that one is only true metaphorically. But this is not the central plank of their criticism. In fact, it is only an aside—a literal parenthesis. 

Here is the advertisement. (Lewis does not quote it in full.) 

Away across the western ocean where Drake of Devon sailed, the Italic will carry you. You too will go adventuring after the treasures of the Indies. In golden hours, in glowing colours, in new fitness of body, and new delight of mind, your treasure will be counted to you. No galleon of Spain ever brought home such great store of good things as you will bring back from your six weeks’ luxurious cruise in this most modern motor vessel. [Control of Language, page 52-53]

If I had to write a critical review of the passage, I would be hard-pushed to say that it is outright bad. The writer understands that Latinate sentence-construction gives English sentences a certain gravitas; partly because Milton used them and partly because delaying the verb creates a slight tension in the sentence.  (“Holding the heavy shopping basket, as fast as his legs could carry him, back to his house he ran” has slightly more punch than “He ran back to his house as fast as his legs could carry him, holding the heavy shopping basket.”) He knows that metrical prose can sound dramatic, but that too much of it sounds silly. He knows about using parallel clauses (“in golden hours/ in glowing colours”) and about saying the same thing twice in different words (“new fitness of body/new delight of mind”). If we had encountered the first sentence in a nautical adventure story it would not strike us as particularly terrible writing:  (“‘Across the Western Ocean where Drake of Devon sailed, the Italic will carry you’ my father said to me as we stood on the dock at Portsmouth.”)

The problem with the text is bathos: that after a perfectly serviceable five-line build up about the romance of sea travel, we are brought clunking down to earth with a line about a holiday on a cruise liner. I was reminded of the occasion when an entire cinema audience groaned because a perfectly good drama about the 1914 Christmas armistice turned out to be an advertisement for chocolate biscuits. If the conclusion had been placed at the beginning (“The Italic is a modern motor vessel which will carry you…”) the effect would have been far less comical. 

As Lewis says, it is very difficult to say why a bad piece of writing is bad. Most of us would say that Dan Brown and JK Rowling were terrible stylists: but millions of people have found their stories compelling and engrossing, so they must be doing something right. Umberto Eco makes the nice point that the Count of Monte Cristo is written in dreadful French; but since it is one of the best adventure stories ever written; and since it wouldn’t work nearly so well as a yarn if the language were  “improved”, the writing must, in fact, be very good indeed. 

Or consider what many believe to be the worst poem ever written: 

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time…

A newspaper dispatch which said “We are very sorry to report that ninety nine lives were lost on the last Sunday of 1879” wouldn’t strike you as irredeemably dreadful. It’s the tonal changes—from a mock epic invocation to a news dispatch; and the contrast between strong rhymes and prosaic diction that make it legendarily bad. Unless, of course, William McGonogal was doing it deliberately for comic effect, which I am now quite certain that he was. In which case, it is very good writing indeed. 

Ketley and King found the text of the cruise liner advert in another English textbook, Reading and Discrimination by Denys Thompson. Thompson is another of the New Critics: he cites IA Richards in his introduction, and went on to co-author a book with FR Leavis. Reading and Discrimination substantially consists of a series of prose-extracts for students to critique. New Critics naturally like “unseen criticism” because it removes writing from its historical and biographical context and forces the student to attend to the words themselves. The advertisement isn’t one of his extracts: it’s simply used as an illustration in his introductory section about—again—emotional writing. He says that he found it in a Sunday paper, but it illustrates his point so perfectly that I think we can safely assume that he made it up. 

Thompson’s objection to the passage is that it doesn’t say anything. It uses words and phrases to evoke a mood—a mood which the advertiser hopes will be conducive to splurging money on a big holiday. But the passage is devoid of content. 

The professional copywriter of this is not arguing the merits of travel—the sense of what he says is unimportant—so much as playing upon the feelings of his reader, tired by a weeks work in Winter, to induce in him a comforted or receptive frame of mind in which he will be likely to act on the suggestion of a cruise. One notices immediately it’s literary pretension—as if to say this is a special occasion no ordinary work a day affair—and the fact that it employs the romantic feelings and a vocabulary with which most of us have been familiar since we first learned history. The dreamy rhythm of the first two sentences helps to lull the reader and causes him to suspend rational judgement while he abandons himself to the illusion roused by the associations of “Drake” “Devon” “adventure” “treasure” “Galleons” and “Spain”. [Reading and Discrimination, 1934 edition, page 15]

King and Ketley’s critique is much longer than Thompson’s but goes over substantially the same ground. When Thompson says that the sense and meaning of the words is irrelevant, they say: 

Now what exactly has the prospective buyer of a ticket for this pleasure cruise been told? Only that the voyage will be somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean, that the name of the ship is the Italic, that it is a motor not a steam ship, and that the voyage will last six weeks. [Page 53, emphasis in original]

Thompson talks about the advert playing upon the romantic feelings of the reader, which Ketley and King paraphrase as: 

What is the rest of the pother about Drake and the treasure of the Indies, the golden hours and glowing colours, put in for? Merely to rouse in the prospective buyer feelings of romantic excitement and pleasure at the thought of going in the Italic.

Where Thompson talks about suspending rational judgement, Ketley and King are fairly specific about how a rational man chooses his vacation: 

The Englishman or woman who read it and had thirty pounds to spend might probably decide, if he thought about it calmly and unemotionally, that he could get all the pleasure and rest he required by having a holiday at Margate or in the Lake District, and still have fifteen precious pounds over to buy things he needed. 

£30—about £2,500 in today’s money—seems excellent value for a six week cruise; but £15 rather steep for a trip to the Lake District.

But the idea behind the advertisement is that it should rouse a quantity of extremely pleasurable emotion which will make the reader unthinkingly prefer a holiday cruise on the Italic to any other kind of holiday. [Emphasis in original]

None of this is remotely controversial. Every good salesman is told to sell the sizzle rather than the sausage. In 1971, the Coca-Cola company famously and successfully made a short film which evoked the feelings of youth and optimism which were in the air in 1971, and persuaded people that they were somehow connected to their product. Drinking sparkling carbonated fizzy sugar water won’t really make the world a happier place—and certainly not more so than bonding with a stranger over an unbranded soda. But that is not the same as saying that the ideals of youth, peace, and internationalism are in themselves absurd. No-one in their right mind would say “You shouldn’t believe in living in perfect harmony, because it will give you diabetes and rot your teeth.”

King and Ketley are again trying to illustrate the distinction between reference and emotive meaning. “Galleon”, on their terms, doesn’t have a reference: it is there to trigger a feeling that the salesman thinks will make you well-disposed to his product. One could say the same thing about apple trees, honey bees, and snow-white turtle doves.  

What has the reference of “Drake of Devon,” namely, his personality, his clothes, his actions, his appearance, to do with sitting in a liner in the twentieth century? And so with “galleon of Spain,” “treasure,” and so on. The reference of these words is very largely neglected. And the reference of most of the other words, such as “luxurious” “glowing,” “golden,” “adventuring,” “delight,” is extremely vague. [Page 57]

In that sense, they reasonably say, advertisements work like poetry—where, as you may recall, seventy five per cent of the meaning comes from the emotive content. In the previous chapter, they tried to “translate” the Eve of St Agnes into “scientific” prose, so “casement” becomes “window” and “warm gules” becomes “red light”. If you tried out the same experiment on the advertisement, you would swiftly find that when you take out the emotion, there is nothing left at all. (“The ship will take you across the sea. You will have a nice time. You will have a nice time. You will have a very nice time. It is better to have a nice time than to loot precious metals from indigenous populations.”) The political sketch writer Simon Hoggart once said that you could tell when an advert or political speech was claptrap because the opposite statement would be meaningless. (“This government will stand up for lazy single people”; “It’s a pedestrians car: so push it.”)

Thompson lists the words “Drake”, “Devon”, “adventure”, “treasure”, “galleons” and “Spain” as having strong emotional associations. King and Ketley explain, at rather too much length, what they think those emotional associations might be. 

Notice how cunningly the piece is constructed… not  just “across the Atlantic,” but “away  (a word arousing  feelings of escape, perhaps from drudgery or disappointment or ill health) across the western ocean (“west” is connected with many romantic emotions, sunset feelings, Westward Ho! feelings and so on;)“ocean” is connected with feelings of vastness, of escape from the small and the confined), “where Drake of Devon sailed” (the Italic won’t of course sail exactly where Drake sailed, but the words “Drake of Devon” call up romantic feelings with regard to the “free, roistering, spacious,” days of Elizabeth and the gentlemen buccaneers—again feelings of escape from the routine, narrow life of to-day). “You too will go adventuring” (in actual fact, sailing, or rather living, in a modern floating hotel, like the Italic, is hardly an adventure; there is little danger or discomfort or difficulty; but the word “adventure” is connected  with escape feelings, hardy-dardy feelings, hero feelings, all pleasant to experience)….[page 54]

But this is where, according to C.S Lewis, they go a step too far. Instead of putting the terrible advert alongside a decent piece of travel writing, they take it to task for inaccuracy. The ship won’t, as a matter of simple fact, retrace the Golden Hind’s route. But, says Lewis, plenty of good travel writing is guilty of the same offence. 

What they actually do is to point out that the luxurious motor-vessel won’t really sail where Drake did, that the tourists will not have any adventures, that the treasures they bring home will be of a purely metaphorical nature, and that a trip to Margate might provide “all the pleasure and rest” they required. All this is very true: talents inferior to those of Gaius and Titius would have sufficed to discover it. What they have not noticed, or not cared about, is that a very similar treatment could be applied to much good literature which treats the same emotion. [Abolition of Man, page 4]

This is, I submit, a deliberate misreading. 

  • The Green Book says that even though the holiday is not really retracing Drake’s steps, the name “Drake” is irrelevantly used because the reader will associate his name with escapism. 

  • The Green Book  says that even though the holiday will not really be dangerous or uncomfortable, the word “adventure” is irrelevantly used because the reader will associate it with escapism, and other pleasant feelings. 

  • The Green Book says that the word “treasure” is  used metaphorically because the reader will associate it with romance and excitement. 

For Lewis, this amounts to a denunciation of the whole idea of treasure and adventure. But it isn’t. King and Ketley don’t say that it is wrong to associate Francis Drake and Spanish Galleons with Good Queen Bess’s Golden Days. They say that it is wrong to exploit people’s feelings about Good Queen Bess to induce them to buy holidays they can’t afford.

Lewis wished King and Ketley had compared the advert with a good piece of travel writing. But no-one is claiming that the Sunday Paper listing is a piece of bad travel writing. It is, if anything, presented as a good piece of advertising. The correct procedure would have been to contrast it with an advert written by a more honest or honourable travel agent. 

It would be trivially easy to write an advertisement which makes honest use of history: 

“Have you thrilled since boyhood to tales of piracy and derring do along the Spanish Main?Imagine your excitement when you sail through those waters; walk around the ruins of real seventeenth century castles, and visit the wrecks of actual pirate ships…”

Or we could dispense with the sizzle altogether and simply sell the sausage: 

“Our cabins have been highly commended by the Hotel Journal; our chef has worked at some of the top restaurants in Paris; our gym instructor has twice been to the Olympic Games…”

The trouble is, what you end up with in both cases is a demonstrably less effective advertisement than the one we are deconstructing. Salesmen use emotional soft-sell because it works. 

The passages that Lewis suggests King and Ketley might have used for contrast are from Samuel Johnson and William Wordsworth. Both writers say they experienced very strong emotions in particular places. Both say that the feelings may not have been very sensible or very rational; but that they nevertheless had value. They both think that the feelings brought them closer to their Christian God. 

For Johnson, it is visiting the ruins of Iona, which make him think about St Columbia converting the pagan Scots in the fifth century. Some people might think it better to look at the ruins dispassionately, as scientific or archaeological data, but he wouldn’t want to be one of those people: 

 Far from me and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue.  That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona! [Samuel Johnson, “Journey to the Western Islands”]

William Wordsworth is naturally more romantic—more interested in recording the minute qualia of subjective experience. He says that he was in a perfectly ordinary carriage surrounded by perfectly ordinary people, but at the precise moment he entered London (it was more clearly delineated in his day) he felt an emotion that he couldn’t describe, but connected in some way with heaviness. It only took a second; he didn’t attach much significance to it at the time, but he now sees it as the action of God. Like Wordsworth, he admits that other people might not find the emotion very sensible:

Great God!

That aught external to the living mind
Should have such mighty sway, yet so it was:
A weight of ages did at once descend
Upon my heart—no thought embodied, no
Distinct remembrances, but weight and power,
Power growing with the weight. [William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book 8]

Now, I think I see what CS Lewis is driving at here. The emotions—about Iona, London or the Spanish Main—are real. And the emotions, like Coleridge’s feeling about the waterfall, are appropriate to the places: they are exactly what a sensitive person ought to feel there, because the place is such as to merit those feelings. Such emotions can be used to sell holidays; they can also be the literal voice of God. If you are going to give your students examples of emotion being put to bad use, you ought to give a counterexample of it being put to good use: otherwise they might get the wrong end of the stick and think that it’s emotions themselves that you have an issue with. If you are going to review a terrible pantomime, tell your reader that there are good pantomimes as well. If you are going to pillory an awful atheist, remind us that some atheists are much less awful.

But this isn’t what he says. Rather he says that King and Ketley’s whole case against the advert is that it uses figurative expressions which aren’t literally true; and since Wordsworth and Johnson also use figurative language, Johnson’s Christianity and Wordsworth’s pantheism could just as easily be debunked. 

What, after all, can the history of early British Christianity, in pure reason, add to the motives for piety as they exist in the eighteenth century? Why should Mr. Wordsworth’s inn be more comfortable or the air of London more healthy because London has existed for a long time? [page 5]

But this is word salad. No-one has mentioned Wordsworth’s inn. You can’t get from “It is misleading to use the romance of English history to sell holidays” to “Wordsworth was wrong to think that the pang of joy which surprised him when he came to London was theologically significant”. If you said that, wouldn’t you also have to say that if Wordsworth truly felt that his emotions of weighty heaviness when he came to London were meaningful, it follows that there is a meaningful analogy between six weeks lolling in a deck chair in the Caribbean and a chest of Spanish doubloons? Lewis thinks it was a Good Thing that the Scottish landscape made Dr Johnson want to be a better Christian: but he would presumably have thought it a Bad Thing if it had been used by an advertiser to persuade him to buy a more expensive brand of porridge. 

Unless…  Could Lewis possibly be arguing that if an Englishman who had read the right books were to sail from modern Cartagena to modern Caracas, he might very well feel thrilled and liberated? And that those feelings would be ordinate and appropriate? And although he is really only on holiday, the dinners and the sightseeing might really feel special because he loves stories of the Spanish Main? That pint of beer I had in the Cavern Club was special to me because I had spent forty years reading about Merseybeat; and that remains true, even though it wasn’t the original Cavern, I hadn’t travelled back to the 1960s, and the guy playing Beatles covers wasn’t much good. 

But that would amount to a defence of the advert. We’d be reduced to saying that the 1935 newspaper was inferior to Wordsworth’s Prelude only insofar as there was a certain inelegance to the prose. And I am not even quite certain about that. I am far from sure that in purely formal terms, I could show that “a weight of ages did at once descend upon my heart” is superior to “ in new fitness of body, and new delight of mind, your treasure will be counted to you.”.

Thompson and King and Ketley have a wider point; and it is not one that Lewis seems to have noticed. We have just seen how easy it is for a salesman to use trigger words to make you suspend rational judgement: but it is just as easy for politicians and newspaper leader-writers to do the same trick. The message is not “emotions associated with places are contrary to reason”. The message is “since it is so easy to use emotions to sell boat trips, be very careful when demagogues use them to sell you dictatorships.”

One last point.

Thompson’s first chapter is a perfectly good introduction to literary criticism, albeit from a clearly Leavisite perspective. He is particularly good on the question of taste. Do we even need to criticise books, he asks: why can’t we just read them? And yes, he says, there are lots of books that you can just read, and enjoy as easily as “oysters and champagne”. But they are not likely to give lasting satisfaction. The more serious writers, that Mr Shakespeare for example, need to be read several times and contemplated; but they repay that additional work. You can’t prove that a book is good or bad with scientific rigour: taste does come into it. Some people might conclude that there is no accounting for taste and therefore no point in discussing literary merit to begin with.

Against this conclusion it must be argued that in the arts there are standards of truth and of value, but they are not hard and fast measures to be automatically applied. This argument will be readily accepted by anyone who holds that religious or philosophic beliefs supply the individual with a scale of values which he must apply for himself, and even those who do not hold any such beliefs must see that in every hour of our waking lives we are making choices on the assumption that one course of action is “better” than another. This is to say,  we are constantly operating a scale of values whether we are conscious of it or not. [page 14]

Ketley and King had definitely read Reading and Discrimination because they quote from it. They can’t radically disagree with it, or they wouldn’t use it. So here is one of the Green Book’s sources, taking it for granted that there is a system of value that all philosophies and religions hold in common and that even people who don’t have a faith tacitly accept. 

Perhaps we should give this scale of values a name. 

Maybe we should call it the Tao? 

The Big Idea: Jeff Somers

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Five funerals may seem like a lot, but this number is actually cut down considerably from author Jeff Somers’ original idea of 26 deaths. Put on your best black tie and follow along the Big Idea for his newest choose-your-own-adventure, Five Funerals.

JEFF SOMERS:

WHEN I was 14 years old—chubby, prone to wearing tie-dye t-shirts for no known reason, and gifted with inexplicable levels of confidence—I wrote a novel in just under three months. Nothing’s impossible when you have no job and live on a diet of Cookie Crisp cereal and RC Cola, and the whole writing thing is so fresh and new, you haven’t yet developed a nose for your own bad writing. Writing novels sure is easy, I thought, and for a long time I actually believed that.

35 years later, I was staring up at a poster of Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies that I’ve had since college. If you’re unfamiliar with The Gashlycrumb Tinies, it’s a parody of old-fashioned alphabet books depicting how 26 blank-faced, Dickensian children die via gorgeous, intricate drawings and a series of simple rhymed couplets. I’ve been fascinated by it for most of my adult life, and I wondered what those doomed little urchins were like, how the full story of their freakish deaths would actually play out.

In other words, I wanted to write a novel about them. As with most of my thoughts, this seemed pretty brilliant to me (the inexplicable levels of confidence have only inexplicably increased with age), and somewhere in the background there was 14-year-old Jeff whispering yeah, and writing novels is easy!

Five years later, I’d filled a hard drive with trash.

It was a problem of structure: If you do the math, in this story, 26 people have to die in horrible, hilarious, darkly whimsical ways. Is 26 deaths in a single novel a lot? It is! Especially when each death needs to have unique elements and a lot of focus and page-time.

I tried structuring it like a detective novel, with one of the characters trying to figure out why all their old classmates were dying. But this quickly became repetitive—there’s a reason detective characters usually don’t investigate dozens of separate murders. You either wind up with a 1,000,000-word novel or you have to cut some corners.

I tried a draft where the deaths happened in chronological order. But this approach got tedious, because I was introducing characters just to kill them. While this was a lot of fun, it didn’t feel like a novel, like a complete story. The collapse of this draft did give me an idea, however: Short stories.

Anyone who has ever talked writing shop with me, or attended one of my Writer’s Digest workshops, knows that I am an enthusiastic short story writer (and reader), and that I regard short stories as the general cure for all writing woes. Any time I run into any sort of writing challenge, from writer’s block to Oh No I’ve Created an Insurmountable Plot Paradox (Again), my immediate solution is to stop trying to write a novel and start writing short stories about the universe and characters. This almost always works and, even when it doesn’t, I usually end up with some good short stories out of the deal. (As all working writers know, short stories are worth tens of dollars in today’s economy.)

So, I started writing stories about each character’s death, as an exercise. I didn’t worry about narrative cohesion, or pacing, or tying the story into the main novel at all. I just had fun writing 26 stories about people dying in variously hilarious, tragic, and sad ways extrapolated from Gorey’s work.

As I did this, I realized what the problem had been all along: Five Funerals isn’t a story about a bunch of kids who die and maybe deserve it. Well, it is that, but it’s also a story about loss. And memory. And how we hold people we’ve lost touch with in a kind of amber in our memories, unchanging and eternal. It was a story about that moment when you hear that someone you used to know—someone you maybe used to love—has died.

In those moments, we experience something strange: That person who’s been preserved in our head suddenly (and violently) transforms. After years or decades of being young and alive in your memory, they’re abruptly aged up—and gone. It’s a sobering, disorienting experience, and I realized that’s what I wanted Five Funerals to be—a funny, dark, hilarious story that mimicked that sense of the past rushing forward to catch up with the present. 

The short stories I’d been writing evolved into a choose-your-own-story engine, disrupting the reader’s groove and forcing them to reckon with the sudden, unwanted knowledge that this character had died. And since no one experiences time or loss the same way, readers can choose how they experience it here: When a name is flagged with a footnote in the novel, you can choose to flip to the story it’s pointing to—or not. If you do, you might find out how that character died, or discover a bit of funny or heartbreaking backstory.

You can keep following the chain of deaths, or you can return to the story where you left off. Or you can ignore all the footnotes and just read the book straight through, or randomly, or in sections. Just like we all grieve in our own way, you can read Five Funerals in your own way.

The end result, I think, is a book that explores how time slowly strips those yellowing old memories away, replacing them with the harsher truth of death and loss. Even if those losses are sometimes so weird and unexpected that you have to laugh.


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