4.5
Every night at midnight I play a bunch of New York Times games. Lately there has been a glitch and I can’t open Hints. (Yep, I use hints sometimes and no, I do not consider it cheating, lol!) So last night I sent an email to tech support, hoping that I’d hear back the next day with some techy version of smiley faces, showing that they had reopened the Hints door, which they had so rudely locked.
Yay, amazing! I get an instant response! It’s the middle of the night, and someone is sitting there waiting for important technical problems to pop into their hands so they can get right on it? Wow, that’s service. Except, of course, there are no hands to pop into. There are no hands that type. There are no hands!!! It’s a goddamn Virtual Assistant, up all hours, needing no sleep, there to help me solve my problem. A good Girl Scout, I answer her questions immediately. Here I am in the wee hours, conversing with a robot! But as usual, the damn bot doesn’t solve the problem, she points her (non)finger at me, throwing out boring, business-like questions and giving me effin’ homework! Wait, you guys took away my precious hints, you’re the ones who should give them back! And we know those troubleshooting suggestions never work anyway. So if this is all you have to say, you can hit the hay, Ms. Bot. I don’t care if you never need sleep, go find someone else who you can pretend to help. (Look at how mad I’m getting at a bot!! Something is not right here, lol!)
Right after I had this boring and ratatatat strange penpal volley with a bot, I was finishing up this cool novel where AI is front and center in a family’s life. The well-off, happy family of five is suddenly fragile, and fraud with intense dynamics, as it recovers from a tragedy involving AI. Whose fault is it anyway? Morality is standing on its head. It really made me ponder the idea of blame, of culpability, and made me realize, holy shit, AI really does have the potential to mess up our lives. With it comes ethical questions. It made me think.
I liked this book a whole lot. The characters are well-drawn, the family dynamics are Interesting and gnarly, and I cared about the family. The mom is a genius who develops AI and has had some mental problems in the past. The dad is the main star and he’s angsty but pretty solid. There are three kids and they are realistic and sympathetic. The boy, an athlete with a bright future, is also a main character, and I felt all torn about him. One girl has a secret texting relationship with a bot, which made me frown and pulled me in at the same time. The plot grabbed me from page 1 and it moved quickly. There are several surprises, which were like chocolate to me. And there is a super suspenseful situation that goes on a while and paralyzed me with fear. No way could I get up and load the dishwasher; I had to keep frantically reading.
So here’s the thing. Throughout the book there are little treatises about AI. Most are accessible and sort of interesting, but there are a few diatribes that are too complicated and academic and didn’t work. I resented the story being interrupted with these mini-lectures. It wrecked the flow. Luckily there aren’t a whole lot of them, but they are the only reason I didn’t give this book 5 stars. AI is integrated into the plot beautifully; there is no need to have pull-out globs of text about it.
However, here is one that opens the story, and I loved it:
“And this, I propose, is the inhuman soul of the algorithm. It may think for us, it may work for us, it may organize our lives for us. But the algorithm will never bleed for us. The algorithm will never suffer for us. The algorithm will never mourn for us.
In this refusal lies the essence of its moral being.”
Intense, yes? Holy cow!
I definitely need to check out earlier works by this writer. Love his style and his sensibilities.
Recommended.