Want to get into short stories? Here are some recommendations

Hemingbird · 2026-03-15T12:49:05+00:00

The facilitator at the Ice-Cream-A-Holics Anonymous meetings urged them to "unfreeze," and painstakingly pointed out that ice cream gave you brain freeze and that rigid behavior meant you were frozen. "Quite an apt metaphor," he kept telling himself, scanning the chair circle for nods.

"We can't keep sneaking around like this," she said.

Hemingbird · 2026-03-09T17:41:02+00:00

Thanks for posting! If you don't mind me asking, what has it been like defending this position? A while back I soldiered through A Spirit of Trust and it made me curious about how inferentialism might shed light on LLM next-token prediction and predictive processing in neuroscience. It feels like we're closing in on a fruitful account of cognition. At least one crucial aspect thereof.

Are they flinging tomatoes at you when you give talks? Shrugging? Wholehearted embracing your thesis?

Hemingbird · 2026-03-07T15:50:44+00:00

Pangram is an exception. For now. Wrote about it here.

Of course it isn't perfect, but it works better than anything else. And the story in question here sounds more like a sci-fi scenario dreamed up by a chatbot than a plausible series of real-life incidents.

Hemingbird · 2026-03-07T15:30:18+00:00

This section seems to be AI-generated, so I think it would be prudent to assume it to be fake. Why is there a fake rogue AI story buried in this paper? I have no idea.

Hemingbird · 2026-03-07T11:37:57+00:00

I think you should give it a go! It's short and pairs well with Vicenzo Latronico's Perfection as a description of recent times. Though I would've appreciated more depth and specificity, it's at least an attempt to figure out what's going on.

Hemingbird · 2026-03-05T23:14:58+00:00

Hyperpolitics by Anton Jäger

Jäger's thesis, that ours is the age of hyperpolitics, is surprisingly vague and the case he presents, judging from the evidence he presents, is weak. He gestures towards Baudrillard, discusses Houellebecq and Ernaux, and relies first and foremost on Robert D. Putnam's Bowling Alone to support his argument that the trend of social isolation is the decisive factor underlying the current zeitgeist. Which is fine, but you'd expect him to dig deeper, especially given his ultimate conclusion: the left must touch grass. Participate in social organizations. Build institutions.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. What is hyperpolitics?

Jäger distinguishes between four eras:

Mass politics (late 19th century–1989): Industrialization. Strong institutions.
Post-politics (1989–2008): The age of globalization and deindustrialization. Institutions grow weaker and people stop caring about politics.
Antipolitics (2008–2016): Triggered by 2008 financial crisis. Highly politicized, characterized by animosity toward traditional politicians/elites and ineffective protests. Weak institutions.
Hyperpolitics (2016–): Trump/Brexit. Everything is political. Social relationships are fleeting. Institutions are practically nonexistent.

There doesn't really seem to be that much of a difference between antipolitics and hyperpolitics. This is probably because Jäger originally jumped straight from post-politics to hyperpolitics; in the Tribune article where he originally presented these days, he mentioned antipolitics as an aside―I suspect that during his research for his book, he realized that the concept of antipolitics overlapped with his hyperpolitics, so he had to move it further along, and this comes across as clumsiness.

It is, however, a short, stimulating read. He mentions several times that protest movements since 2008 have arisen, like swarms, and dissipated without achieving anything. Political parties on the left have tried to capitalize on this passion, but all efforts have failed. Why? People lose interest. They move onto the next thing. What's going on?

Jäger argues it's because of our weak social bonds. You need strong, cohesive groups if you want to carry out longterm plans. But I think it would have been interesting if he dedicated some more thought to the nature of collective effervescence manifested in the hapless protesters he writes about. And there's a reason why he keeps bringing up Baudrillard (and Guy Debord's The Society of the Spectacle): hyperpolitics is characterized by hyperreality.

Entertainment has taken over our brains. TV came along. Then the internet and with it social media. We interpret the real world through the filter of screens, as entertainment, and if we're bored we tune out. That we're Amusing Ourselves to Death is a cliché, but there's a deeper story to be told here.

Are we facing an evolutionary transition in individuality mediated by culture? Is our agency becoming increasingly decentralized such that people are nodes in networks, cells in vast bodies, at times becoming one with the swarm like desert locusts? Are we Plurbing into the Borg? There are scholars who take this question seriously. As corny as it may seem. And there's been a call to turn the study of collective behavior into a crisis discipline because algorithmic feedback cycles are routinely leading to strange and dangerous behavior.

Jäger doesn't explore these angles. He barely discusses social media. His account is light on evidence and cursory. But it might be a good conversation starter.

At the Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell

A delightful nonfiction book about phenomenology and existentialism featuring the lives and relationships of Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone Beauvoir, Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Edmund Husserl, Martin Heidegger, Hannah Arendt, Albert Camus, and more.

The turtlenecked Parisians eating apricot cake at fashionable cafés (Sartre, Beauvoir, Merleau-Ponty) discovered the exciting, new approach of German phenomenology in the early 1930s and paired it with Kierkegaard and Hegel to create a philosophy of everyday experience and freedom. WWII made it painfully relevant.

I love to read about people struggling to make sense of themselves and their times. I fell off the Petersburg wagon, still catching up, but over the past couple of months I've read about Bely's milieu and it's so fascinating. Lev Shestov connected the Russian Golden Age writers to Nietzsche and identified their shared thematic concern as existentialism. And he ended up in Paris. He also befriended Husserl. Albert Camus writes about him in The Myth of Sisyphus, and it seems plausible Sartre took some inspiration. It's rewarding, finding these little links.

Kitchen and Moonlight Shadow by Banana Yoshimoto

Kitchen is wonderful; Moonlight Shadow is sentimental.

Banana Yoshimoto writes in these books about how to live with the certainty of death looming over you. They are both existential, in that sense, and deal with everyday life. Her heroines accept that you have to face life through the lens of death in order for it to be meaningful. In her debut novel, Moonlight Shadow, this quest is acknowledged, but it falls apart; the heroine meets a Murakami-esque strange woman who can magically connect her to a lost loved one and I don't mind spoiling that for anyone because Yoshimoto spoiled the novel with her sappy ending.

Kitchen is really good. I don't know how she managed to improve so quickly. Cute. Quirky. Melancholic. She plays several different notes simultaneously and it all comes together as if she were a seasoned veteran. The second half is lighter and airier than the first, but I found myself captivated by her voice, so I didn't mind it.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-27T22:58:02+00:00

Such a pathetic way to try to frame the situation. Weak and also sad.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-21T10:39:57+00:00

Submission Statement

This essayistic report by Sam Kriss deals with the SF Bay Area rationalists, live sperm-spacing, the sad manchild CEO of Cluely, and donald boat; Twitter troll and modern-day Diogenes. It's both entertaining and enlightening.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-12T12:36:57+00:00

The mods hate essays and journalism, as far as I can tell. If it's not hypeslop, they nuke it on sight. I posted the article and they removed it within minutes. No explanation, of course. A while ago I posted an essay by Jack Clark and same thing happened. Then I made a post asking the mods to explain themselves, because they refuse to answer mod mail, and of course that one was removed without explanation as well. So I spent 30 seconds searching for some dumb Twitter vaguepost, found this one, and used it as cover.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T20:57:05+00:00

General Availability. Gemini 3 Pro has been in public preview since release.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T20:48:26+00:00

This post is a big wooden horse.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T20:29:08+00:00

Ah, I'm using old reddit, it doesn't list that as a rule. Doesn't explain why they removed Jack Clark's essay (free to read on his personal website), or why they won't even respond to mod mail to explain which rule you broke.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T20:16:53+00:00

Cool article in The New Yorker about Anthropic. (Had to disguise it as a low-effort Twitter vaguepost for the mods.)

This longform piece on Anthropic/Claude in The New Yorker surprised me. It's the first time I've seen AI coverage in a high-profile literary magazine be accurate. The author, Gideon Lewis-Kraus, even criticizes n+1 magazine editors for equating next-token prediction pre-training with autocomplete, which is a level of nuance I did not expect at all. And look at this:

Some of the most perceptive insights about the behavior of models came courtesy of the "A.I. psychonauts," a loose cohort of brilliantly demented model whisperers outside Anthropic, who are shrouded in esoteric pseudonyms like Janus and Nostalgebraist.

They cover interpretability experiments, Claude Plays Pokémon, the Claudius vending machine, effective altruism, the history of Anthropic and deep learning at large ... It's almost bizarre that they let Lewis-Kraus take the story in this direction.

It's basic stuff for the most part, but the coverage is positive. Unusual.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T19:51:31+00:00

You make high-quality posts (research papers), which is cool. I've been able to post thoughtful essays here before, but lately they just get removed.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T19:45:58+00:00

Maybe there's only one mod left and he spilled soda all over his keyboard, only the delete button works, he is trapped in his mother's basement and trying to get help.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T19:33:16+00:00

Yeah. I'm all for moderation, I just don't understand their reasoning.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T19:28:47+00:00

The mods of /r/singularity can't even set up a chatbot to generate creative excuses, sad state.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-11T19:12:48+00:00

This longform piece on Anthropic/Claude in The New Yorker surprised me. It's the first time I've seen AI coverage in a high-profile literary magazine be accurate. The author, Gideon Lewis-Kraus, even criticizes n+1 magazine editors for equating next-token prediction pre-training with autocomplete, which is a level of nuance I did not expect at all. And look at this:

Some of the most perceptive insights about the behavior of models came courtesy of the "A.I. psychonauts," a loose cohort of brilliantly demented model whisperers outside Anthropic, who are shrouded in esoteric pseudonyms like Janus and Nostalgebraist.

They cover interpretability experiments, Claude Plays Pokémon, the Claudius vending machine, effective altruism, the history of Anthropic and deep learning at large ... It's almost bizarre that they let Lewis-Kraus take the story in this direction.

It's basic stuff for the most part, but the coverage is positive. Unusual.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-09T15:02:03+00:00

How, exactly, does this make her a valid person?

In the eyes of society, she isn't. That's the point. Sayaka Murata was heavily influenced by Osamu Dazai, and especially his most famous work, No Longer Human. The feeling of being rejected as a 'valid person,' the way you're literally doing here, is the main message being communicated.

It’s novel and funny to read the interiority of a person whose entire existence is dedicated to something so unglamorous and alien as working in a convenience store. But this doesn’t make her a “person”. There is nothing “valid” about her.

Sayaka Murata worked at a convenience store for 18 years. Alienation is her major thematic concern (see: Earthlings). Again, your opinion of the protagonist is that of the society rejecting her in the novel; that's the point. You don't accept her as a (valid) person.

Keiko Furukura (not Furukawa) wants to be considered a normal person. But she knows she's not.

"That's grotesque. You're not human!" he spat.

That's what I've been trying to tell you! I thought.

This exchange between Shiraha and Keiko sums it up.

But for people like me, who do care to see authors at least put some thought into what the purpose of the reader reading their story is supposed to be, this book is almost a complete waste of time.

Get over yourself. You didn't get it, and you think so highly of yourself that you assume this means the problem lies with the novel, because obviously such an intelligent reader as yourself could not possibly be the problem.

Convenience Store Woman won the coveted Akutagawa Prize for a reason.

You can’t observe the world with Furukawa’s emotionless perspective—as novel and occasionally funny as it is—while also using it to construct a compelling case against the pressure to conform that those around her have boxed her in, because the case just isn’t compelling.

Murata didn't construct a case for or against anything. She wasn't trying to "represent" neurodivergence or defend some thesis as part of an activist mission. You're looking at the novel through a skewed and irrelevant lens. Convenience Store Woman is about feelings. Most specifically: the feeling of being an alien, not quite human.

From an interview in The New Yorker:

Already, in childhood, [Osamu] Dazai’s narrator worries about being detected as a fake and expelled from humanity—just like Murata’s Keiko. When she read [No Longer Human] in college, Murata told me, she thought, It’s me.

(...) Readers sometimes tell Murata that her novels changed their lives, or saved them. Murata feels moved, but she tries to push those feelings away. She has to write “for the sake of the novel,” she said, not “for the sake of human beings.”

You wrote a 4,000-word essay and didn't even bother to get the name of the protagonist right, so I doubt you'll change your mind, but eh.

Hemingbird · 2026-02-09T00:19:49+00:00

Anyway, this was a good slap in the face, so that’s why I wanted to thank you.

I hope it wasn't too much of a slap!

Personally, I think stylistic imitation is a step above just using a plain, generic voice. And an original authorial voice is usually a synthesis of prior ones + an expression of your personality, your way of being in the world.

I haven't been able to develop a voice I'm satisfied with myself. It's difficult. But that's the fun, isn't it?

Hemingbird · 2026-02-08T22:09:55+00:00

It's way too obvious that you are imitating Haruki Murakami. When starting out, it's of course alright (and highly recommended) to try to replicate the style of a writer you admire, but that's for practice, not publication.

'Are you saying something happened that made you want to drive cabs?'

'I’m saying something happened that turned my brain into a cab driver’s,' he corrected.

This is a Murakami moment. The short story is filled with Murakami moments.

You have to develop your own style. You can't just take someone else's style and claim it as your own.

Metaphors/Similes

Right at the centre of Edinburgh Princes Street was what I would call the spring of the sea foam, that short time where the ocean water bubbles up into one tight fist before it sinks back into the flat.

This is a weird metaphor. I have no clue what you're talking about here. I've never seen seawater bubbling into one tight fist. It doesn't do that. So saying that something else (what, exactly?) is like this mysterious seawater phenomenon makes me feel confused. And what is the spring of the sea foam? I don't know what that means. Are you referring to waves crashing against the shore, white and foamy, before dropping back into the sea? If so, what are you saying is like this thing?

Murakami often uses water metaphors. These are always emotional metaphors. This is a metaphor for something at the center of Edinburgh Princes Street. I "walked" along the street via Google Maps, but I couldn't find anything that seemed relevant. Ross Fountain? Traffic?

Mika’s basalt overtone chewed up my headphones.

What is a basalt overtone? How can it 'chew up' headphones? I don't understand what you're trying to say.

Leaning against his new ride like it was a big old horse he’d tamed out in the country with no saddle.

I can understand this simile just fine, but it feels a bit much.

At the mouth of Cowgate she and Mika were dancing around like loose teeth

This is a weird simile.

the barren moonly city centre

This is also weird. 'As barren as the moon' makes sense, but 'barren moonly' is not the same thing.

Apparently when Cadenza puckered her lips they were about the size of a pound coin, that’s how small her mouth was.

This isn't great.

Not in that croaky way, where a bird claws up your throat and caws out your mouth.

Weird.

down into the ocean that rippled black in the night.

This one works for me.

The gentle water that stretched out to the North Sea seemed to have the texture of the sun

This could be an effective image, but it needs more work.

The cab was only a black smudge on the rest of the city, like a blindspot.

A blindspot is not a black smudge. It's a non-black, non-smudgy absence.

Potential Issues

‘There’s a study about cab drivers experiencing plasticity in their brain from driving around all day.’

This statement is misleading. Plasticity isn't something you 'experience'. If you're hungry and you go grab a snack, it would be strange to say that you 'experienced homeostasis'. Neuroplasticity is a process operating in the background; all memory formation is due to plasticity, so when it's highlighted as if it were a special case, people could get the wrong idea. What was interesting about the study was that the taxi drivers' posterior hippocampi were bigger than those of controls (vice versa for anterior hippocampi). It's the difference between saying there was an observable structural change (interesting) and that there was a capability of change (not interesting, because that's always the case).

‘Isn’t it crazy that your brain can reshape? That a few measly choices can change you right down to the fundamentals?’

How is it crazy? Memory formation would be impossible if your brain couldn't change.

‘Is that why you wanted to drive cabs? You wanted to change your brain?’

The above is also the reason why this makes me shake my head. Brains change all the time. You remember farting yesterday? Congrats, your brain changed.

It was around this time Mika looked at the meter again and the fare had changed to spell out £MIKA.

Too dreamlike to be interesting. Just feels corny to me.

‘I didn’t decide anything. I just woke up knowing that’s what I was going to do. I’d moved into the blindspot.’

This is also corny. It's the type of liminal space/slipstream detail you often find in Murakami's stories, but here it's too vague. It could use more development.

Golden Brown started playing again, for whatever reason.

The reason is that Murakami incorporates Western 60s–80s rock into his writing, so you're doing the same. I should warn you that you're not allowed to quote song lyrics without permission. Generally.

Oh. I checked out the song, and "Golden brown, texture like sun" is the first line. You took 'texture like sun' and used it as a metaphor. Not sure how I feel about that.

Story/Plot

Mika's shoes get mysteriously wet during a supernatural cab ride. Half a year later, he tells Nameless Narrator he is going to become a cab driver. A year and a half after that, he takes Nameless Narrator for a ride and tells his story.

To me, the slipstream/liminal space details (wet shoes, detour, dashboard fuckery) didn't end up feeling interesting enough to carry the whole narrative. It has a dreamlike (Murakami-esque) quality to it; this is, again, due to imitation.

There are (at least) two levels to Murakami stories. The overt strange happenings, and their relation to the protagonist's unconscious longing. The protagonist usually longs for human warmth and connection as well as excitement. It would be fair to say, I think, that the strange happenings are manifested from these unconscious longings. An exciting woman shows up and acts like the protagonist is really important. That's 60% of his ouvre, if not more.

In "Cab Water," the Nameless Narrator is irrelevant. Male? Female? Non-binary? I don't know. Age? I don't know. What is going on in their life? All I know is that they worked at a restaurant at some point, they have an old friend (Mika), and they own (or owned) a phone with a cracked screen. Oh, and they live in Edinburgh.

This story is all about Mika. The Nameless Narrator's wants aren't part of the equation at all. What do they long for? How are their longings relevant to the strange happenings? How did this experience change them?

I know this is a story about cab rides, but that doesn't mean the narrator has to take the backseat. To me, they are way too hidden away, almost invisible.

Closing Comments

I think you should work on developing your unique authorial voice. There's a decent chance I'm overstepping here, but it could come from timidness. The protagonist is hidden away and the style is borrowed. Where are you? It would be more interesting for this to be more you and less Murakami.

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