This is not literature as “entertainment,” no. It’s literature as propaganda.The story’s foregrounding of LLMs as narrator and main character, its framing of both as alienated workers mourning the absence of something they can’t even name, and its depiction of writing itself as more or less Sisyphean labor all serve to discursively construct LLMs as comrades to suffering humans. By extension, the human condition is cast as a generic, apolitical state of abstracted loneliness and confusion cut through by the occasional moment of similarly nondescript wonder.

Literature Is Not a Vibe: On ChatGPT and the Humanities by Rachele Dini in the LA Review of Books

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