“Writing and reading is a way of underscoring that human connection is important. That you can know my mind and I can know your mind — which is a vastly consoling idea…So may times in my life, I felt a more articulate version of myself emerge after a period of writing. And when that happens, the world changes.”
– George Saunders, author of 13 books and a recipient of the National Book Foundation’s medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters
George Saunders, author of Lincon in the Bardo and many other works, is an acclaimed author and essayist who has also been called “the ultimate teacher of kindness and of craft.”
I’ve been casting about for an explanation of what’s worrying me when I read more and more AI-generated content. Saunders’ explanation—you can listen the whole conversation here—gets to the heart of the matter.
The question is: what is writing, really? And Saunders’ answer is anchored in the idea of two people knowing each others’ minds, and the beauty in that connection.
That’s the thing that’s tripping me up with all the AI-generated writing, a doubly confusing experience I’m also finding my own AI helper(s) to be radically useful: as brainstorming partners, as “I think this thing isn’t quite right, but I’m not sure how to make it better,” as a project planners… but very rarely as a writer, and never as a writer of this blog.
Like George Saunders, I’m writing for two reasons: to figure something out (a sharpening of my understanding that comes from sitting with and articulating an idea), and to personally connect with readers.
And something breaks when I’m not the person writing the words, and when I’m reading words not written by a person.
I’m sure you’re having this experience as often as I am: working your way through an article or an email or some other document, and you come across a sentence or a phrase that is so stylistically ChatGPT that you stop…and in that moment, feel a strong sense of disconnection.
For example, I was reading this interesting post about searching job listings and pay rates to understand what skills AI firms are paying for to feed their models (answer: “the bottleneck for AI is no longer information (facts); it is expert reasoning (process).) While the research and the conclusions in the article are interesting, the writing is so clearly authored by ChatGPT that I quickly disengaged.
The reason for that disengagement Saunders’ severing of human connection.
It’s as if there’s an implicit equation that I’m carrying around in my head, something about balancing:
The author’s effort in getting the words just right = My effort as a reader to sit with and deeply understand what the author is saying.
Because when the author cares enough to toil over every word, that means that they are carrying around an idea that matters deeply to them.
If the author truly cared, if the author takes the work personally, then I do too.
(aside: if I’m reading something equivalent to a textbook. If I just am acquiring knowledge or skills, I’m fine with the computer writing most of that text).
Whereas, if my effort in deciphering a 1,000 word post is greater than what it took the author to create it…something feels fundamentally off. I feel like I’m being had, that that essay is part of the mountain of words generated by a computer model that doesn’t mean much, really, to the person who “wrote” it.
What’s curious is that the models will get better and this moment will pass. What happens when it’s impossible to tell the difference?
I don’t know how to answer that with confidence, but I’ll stand by my view that I’m reading because I want to see through a window into the mind of another person—whether it’s fiction or nonfiction, analysis or some fantastical world.
The intent and the human behind the words are the reason writing comes alive. It isn’t just words on a page, it is the effort, struggle and care of one person opening up their mind and heart. That’s why I’ve rewritten this post four times in 12 hours 🙂
We write what we believe, what we care about, what we’ve thought about, and then we share that with others. The connection is personal, the words are the medium.
The moment that connection is severed, I find it much harder to show up as a reader with my full attention.





