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  1. Unmasking Italian author Elena Ferrante, because we must

    There's been yet more speculation as to the identity of the Italian author known as Elena Ferrante. The writer of novels including the Neapolitan Quartet, and The Lying Lives of Adults, has always been upfront about their use of a pseudonym. And despite writing novels since 1992, her identity, their identity, has, so far, remained a mystery. Nonetheless, the resolve to unmask the person, or persons, behind the works written under the name of Elena Ferrante, refuses to wane. Of course […]

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  2. Unmasking Italian author Elena Ferrante, because we must

    There's been yet more speculation as to the identity of the Italian author known as Elena Ferrante. The writer of novels including the Neapolitan Quartet, and The Lying Lives of Adults, has always been upfront about their use of a pseudonym. And despite writing novels since 1992, her identity, their identity, has, so far, remained a mystery. Nonetheless, the resolve to unmask the person, or persons, behind the works written under the name of Elena Ferrante, refuses to wane. Of course […]

    disassociated.com/unmasking-it

  3. Unmasking Italian author Elena Ferrante, because we must

    There's been yet more speculation as to the identity of the Italian author known as Elena Ferrante. The writer of novels including the Neapolitan Quartet, and The Lying Lives of Adults, has always been upfront about their use of a pseudonym. And despite writing novels since 1992, her identity, their identity, has, so far, remained a mystery. Nonetheless, the resolve to unmask the person, or persons, behind the works written under the name of Elena Ferrante, refuses to wane. Of course […]

    disassociated.com/unmasking-it

  4. Unmasking Italian author Elena Ferrante, because we must

    There's been yet more speculation as to the identity of the Italian author known as Elena Ferrante. The writer of novels including the Neapolitan Quartet, and The Lying Lives of Adults, has always been upfront about their use of a pseudonym. And despite writing novels since 1992, her identity, their identity, has, so far, remained a mystery. Nonetheless, the resolve to unmask the person, or persons, behind the works written under the name of Elena Ferrante, refuses to wane. Of course […]

    disassociated.com/unmasking-it

  5. Unmasking Italian author Elena Ferrante, because we must

    There's been yet more speculation as to the identity of the Italian author known as Elena Ferrante. The writer of novels including the Neapolitan Quartet, and The Lying Lives of Adults, has always been upfront about their use of a pseudonym. And despite writing novels since 1992, her identity, their identity, has, so far, remained a mystery. Nonetheless, the resolve to unmask the person, or persons, behind the works written under the name of Elena Ferrante, refuses to wane. Of course […]

    disassociated.com/unmasking-it

  6. Bias isn't static. It grows in the loop, not the corpus.

    LLMs develop novel social biases through adaptive exploration during use, which means the behavior itself is the mechanism. You can audit a training dataset. You cannot audit a feedback loop that hasn't happened yet.

    Not inherited. Not static. Not in the data.

    The agents sort this, or they don't.

    #novels #adaptiveexploration

    links.madcoolsocial.com/4tmoJTi

  7. Bias isn't static. It grows in the loop, not the corpus.

    LLMs develop novel social biases through adaptive exploration during use, which means the behavior itself is the mechanism. You can audit a training dataset. You cannot audit a feedback loop that hasn't happened yet.

    Not inherited. Not static. Not in the data.

    The agents sort this, or they don't.

    #novels #adaptiveexploration

    links.madcoolsocial.com/4tmoJTi

  8. Bias isn't static. It grows in the loop, not the corpus.

    LLMs develop novel social biases through adaptive exploration during use, which means the behavior itself is the mechanism. You can audit a training dataset. You cannot audit a feedback loop that hasn't happened yet.

    Not inherited. Not static. Not in the data.

    The agents sort this, or they don't.

    #novels #adaptiveexploration

    links.madcoolsocial.com/4tmoJTi

  9. Bias isn't static. It grows in the loop, not the corpus.

    LLMs develop novel social biases through adaptive exploration during use, which means the behavior itself is the mechanism. You can audit a training dataset. You cannot audit a feedback loop that hasn't happened yet.

    Not inherited. Not static. Not in the data.

    The agents sort this, or they don't.

    #novels #adaptiveexploration

    links.madcoolsocial.com/4tmoJTi

  10. Bias isn't static. It grows in the loop, not the corpus.

    LLMs develop novel social biases through adaptive exploration during use, which means the behavior itself is the mechanism. You can audit a training dataset. You cannot audit a feedback loop that hasn't happened yet.

    Not inherited. Not static. Not in the data.

    The agents sort this, or they don't.

    #novels #adaptiveexploration

    links.madcoolsocial.com/4tmoJTi

  11. After reading a lot of papers about societal collapse, I wanted a different perspective, so I turned to novels. Here's what I learned:

    * Novels often use collapse only as a backdrop to motivate their protagonist.
    * Collapse happens at the scale of systems, but novels are built around one or two people. Though some books get around this by following a large cast, or an institution.
    * Timescale matters too. If a book covers a week, this is just to short to really much about collapse.

    Full post has short reviews of all of them, ranked: existentialcrunch.substack.com

    Would love to hear more recommendations!

    #Collapse #Fiction #Novels

  12. After reading a lot of papers about societal collapse, I wanted a different perspective, so I turned to novels. Here's what I learned:

    * Novels often use collapse only as a backdrop to motivate their protagonist.
    * Collapse happens at the scale of systems, but novels are built around one or two people. Though some books get around this by following a large cast, or an institution.
    * Timescale matters too. If a book covers a week, this is just to short to really much about collapse.

    Full post has short reviews of all of them, ranked: existentialcrunch.substack.com

    Would love to hear more recommendations!

    #Collapse #Fiction #Novels

  13. After reading a lot of papers about societal collapse, I wanted a different perspective, so I turned to novels. Here's what I learned:

    * Novels often use collapse only as a backdrop to motivate their protagonist.
    * Collapse happens at the scale of systems, but novels are built around one or two people. Though some books get around this by following a large cast, or an institution.
    * Timescale matters too. If a book covers a week, this is just to short to really much about collapse.

    Full post has short reviews of all of them, ranked: existentialcrunch.substack.com

    Would love to hear more recommendations!

    #Collapse #Fiction #Novels

  14. After reading a lot of papers about societal collapse, I wanted a different perspective, so I turned to novels. Here's what I learned:

    * Novels often use collapse only as a backdrop to motivate their protagonist.
    * Collapse happens at the scale of systems, but novels are built around one or two people. Though some books get around this by following a large cast, or an institution.
    * Timescale matters too. If a book covers a week, this is just to short to really much about collapse.

    Full post has short reviews of all of them, ranked: existentialcrunch.substack.com

    Would love to hear more recommendations!

    #Collapse #Fiction #Novels

  15. After reading a lot of papers about societal collapse, I wanted a different perspective, so I turned to novels. Here's what I learned:

    * Novels often use collapse only as a backdrop to motivate their protagonist.
    * Collapse happens at the scale of systems, but novels are built around one or two people. Though some books get around this by following a large cast, or an institution.
    * Timescale matters too. If a book covers a week, this is just to short to really much about collapse.

    Full post has short reviews of all of them, ranked: existentialcrunch.substack.com

    Would love to hear more recommendations!

    #Collapse #Fiction #Novels

  16. And wow, Beware the Ills is done, but I've got enough Greenland Diaries to last years. You can continue to read it every Monday and FRIDAYS. Two a week. Yay!

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  17. And wow, Beware the Ills is done, but I've got enough Greenland Diaries to last years. You can continue to read it every Monday and FRIDAYS. Two a week. Yay!

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  18. And wow, Beware the Ills is done, but I've got enough Greenland Diaries to last years. You can continue to read it every Monday and FRIDAYS. Two a week. Yay!

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  19. And wow, Beware the Ills is done, but I've got enough Greenland Diaries to last years. You can continue to read it every Monday and FRIDAYS. Two a week. Yay!

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  20. And wow, Beware the Ills is done, but I've got enough Greenland Diaries to last years. You can continue to read it every Monday and FRIDAYS. Two a week. Yay!

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  21. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 74

    No ashes on my doorstep this morning.

    My dreams were uneven, sweaty, and full of lost images from the pre-drum world. I was staying in a hotel I traveled to when I was ten or eleven. My dad used to work in Honolulu at their mall when I was kid. He’d fly back and forth all the time and stay in a condo by himself with a Japanese VCR and old Star Trek movies. I’m guessing he watched The Wrath of Khan a hundred times.

    We’d stay in this really nice, white-pillared hotel called the Moana Surfrider on Waikiki beach. The hotel was nearly eighty years old. A disheveled, yet towering Banyan tree ruled its courtyard and rained hundreds of large nuts down on us. We’d spend our days dodging downpours, counting stylish Europeans, eating pineapple and Teriyaki burgers. My dad would insist we watch the sunset every evening.

    I’d give anything to see him right now.

    In the morning, I didn’t do anything but let Snowy roam around the lawn. The grass has spiked up past my knees now, and beneath the bristling spears are highways of hardened vines.

    Snowy doesn’t go very far, it’s too hard for her to navigate. She likes to sit in the sun and pant. When Ling and I would take her outside on hot days, we’d laugh about how strangely comfortable she’d be panting in the heat.

     At least someone is happy about the new environment.

    In the afternoon, we wandered out into the neighborhood. I checked Gerald’s grave for tampering, but there weren’t any signs of the Unnamed. Maybe they could only sense the blood and not the ash. We circled the same blocks and billowing trees. I just didn’t feel like going any further.

    When I walked back towards the shed, I thought I saw a little kid running away between a pair of houses. He was short and covered in dirt. Snowy barked at him. I wouldn’t have minded talking to him. It wouldn’t be strange or weird like my previous interactions. After hearing Gerald die, I don’t care about being awkward in this new apocalypse.

    There can’t be very many of us left.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing
  22. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 74

    No ashes on my doorstep this morning.

    My dreams were uneven, sweaty, and full of lost images from the pre-drum world. I was staying in a hotel I traveled to when I was ten or eleven. My dad used to work in Honolulu at their mall when I was kid. He’d fly back and forth all the time and stay in a condo by himself with a Japanese VCR and old Star Trek movies. I’m guessing he watched The Wrath of Khan a hundred times.

    We’d stay in this really nice, white-pillared hotel called the Moana Surfrider on Waikiki beach. The hotel was nearly eighty years old. A disheveled, yet towering Banyan tree ruled its courtyard and rained hundreds of large nuts down on us. We’d spend our days dodging downpours, counting stylish Europeans, eating pineapple and Teriyaki burgers. My dad would insist we watch the sunset every evening.

    I’d give anything to see him right now.

    In the morning, I didn’t do anything but let Snowy roam around the lawn. The grass has spiked up past my knees now, and beneath the bristling spears are highways of hardened vines.

    Snowy doesn’t go very far, it’s too hard for her to navigate. She likes to sit in the sun and pant. When Ling and I would take her outside on hot days, we’d laugh about how strangely comfortable she’d be panting in the heat.

     At least someone is happy about the new environment.

    In the afternoon, we wandered out into the neighborhood. I checked Gerald’s grave for tampering, but there weren’t any signs of the Unnamed. Maybe they could only sense the blood and not the ash. We circled the same blocks and billowing trees. I just didn’t feel like going any further.

    When I walked back towards the shed, I thought I saw a little kid running away between a pair of houses. He was short and covered in dirt. Snowy barked at him. I wouldn’t have minded talking to him. It wouldn’t be strange or weird like my previous interactions. After hearing Gerald die, I don’t care about being awkward in this new apocalypse.

    There can’t be very many of us left.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing