I wrote about Thomas Flanagan’s Irish historical novels — which I love.
Re: David Brooks’s column on the good and bad sides of ambition, I once told David that I thought my work is insufficiently ambitious. “Well,” he said, “you did write a book called How to Think.”
The great director Howard Hawks told a story about a time when he invited two friends, who had never met, to go hunting with him: “Bill, this is Clark Gable; Clark, this is Bill Faulkner.” At one point during the trip Gable asked who the best living writers were. Faulkner named a few of the usual suspects and then added: “and myself.”
Gable: “Oh, do you write, Mr. Faulkner?”
Faulkner: “Yes. And what do you do, Mr. Gable?”
A great unanswered question for the age of AI, should the technology eventually prove capable of generating entire books and movies, is how audiences will respond to the true absence of thought or intentionality behind a story or performance. My guess and hope is that the idea that you’re communing with another self — whether the actor performing the part or the writer putting words on the page — is powerful enough to let real art survive the artificially generated competition.
But the millions of people buying tickets for movies like Superman are already being sold something that feels like a proof of a different concept, in which stories are simply programmed instead of being told.
At Christianity Today Matthew Mullins writes very generously about my new book on Paradise Lost.
Famously, [Elmore Leonard] spent the first decade of his career getting up at five in the morning and writing at least one page of fiction before he’d even allow himself to have a cup of coffee. After helping his wife, Beverly, with the kids, he attended an abbreviated Catholic Mass on the way to Campbell-Ewald, then worked at the office until at least five in the afternoon. He kept this up with incredible discipline, even after his stories and novels began to sell and two films had been adapted for the screen. He took the advice of his first agent, the tenacious and brilliant Marguerite Harper, to heart and didn’t give up his advertising work until he knew he could survive first as a freelancer, then as a full-time author. Leonard’s story is really one of a lifelong, hard-won fight for creative independence.
I asked the chatbots why they will hail Satan but won’t hail Jesus. They answered.
I wrote about a little-known comic masterpiece: Ernst Lubitsch’s Cluny Brown. 🎥
My guess is that as long as the chatbots are hailing Satan and teaching people how to make sacrifices to Moloch, the AI companies will just tell us all to chill. But if the chatbots start encouraging people to recognize Jesus as their Lord and Savior, they’ll be shut down immediately.