Showing posts with label AI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AI. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 March 2026

We are asked, ‘What is the matter?’ (Some sixty-something years later can the UK’s 2026 National Year of Reading propose answers?)

He waited while she closed the front door, then followed her into the sitting-room, the entrance to which was immediately on the right. The inevitable three-piece suite of furniture was grouped round the tiled fireplace in which was laid, and had obviously been so for some time, a fire. 

On the mantelpiece was a large clock, and on each side of it a couple of scrofulous china dogs; immediately above was a sun mirror. To the right was the television set, on the near wall a case filled with pre-television books. 

‘What is the matter?’ she asked hurriedly, as soon as they had sat down. 

Counsel for the Defence by Jeffrey Ashford.  

Best-selling British thriller, 1960.  

The National Year of Reading 2026 is a major UK initiative designed to combat declining literacy and book readership by presenting reading as a contemporary, essential activity with the potential to see it no longer outrivalled by its internet/TV competition. 

Led by the Department for Education and National Literacy Trust, the campaign is the first to unfold against a fully digital attention-grabbing economy, operating in the era of smartphones, streaming platforms and — critically — generative artificial intelligence. Except, rather than condemn this digital revolution, the campaign acknowledges it directly. 

The urgency of the initiative is grounded in the very latest evidence with survey data cited by the campaign indicating that only around one in three young people aged 8 to 18 report enjoying reading in their leisure time, and roughly one in five read daily for pleasure. 

The worthy aim is a sea change in reading habits with an ambitious agenda that requires coordinated, system-wide action rather than isolated interventions.

And yet . . . and yet . . . how pleasurable it must have been to guiltlessly light that fire set for us in the grate before the age of smoke abatement laws and, untroubled, to have curled up at the hearth with a good book before our surrender to the tide of digital saturation that now stifles this once time-honoured pursuit. 


Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
and Listen Close to Me (2011)

 

Sunday, 13 April 2025

AI Catastrophe! Ultimate Torment of the Species: Interrogation by Chatbot.

Once, many years ago, while studying a theatre programme, I read in a note on performers the observations of the polymathic opera director Jonathan Miller who confessed his worst fear was to be tortured for information he did not possess.
    My congenital morbidity tells me I can imagine a fate far worse.
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Scene from Metropolis the 1927 expressionist silent film 
directed by Fritz Lang, whose Maschinenmensch is the
prototypal humanoid robot for dystopian visionaries.
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Chatbot Torquemada.
Far worse, surely, would be if one survived the torture of a robotic intérrogatoire énergique to be condemned to the torture of the intérrogatoire prolongée by a fiendish inquisitor – a Chatbot Torquemada – to extract information one did not possess.
 
I have no doubt that such an instrument of torment for the ultimate surrender of humanity is at this moment in development at Artificial Intelligence HQ, a secret black site whose location is unknown to me . . . an example of specific information that, regardless of the consequences, I do not possess.