“‘blur’ tool for paragraphs” is such a good way of describing the most prominent and remarkable skill of ChatGPT.
It is fun, but so obviously trades off against what makes paragraphs great. It is apt that this essay against ChatGPT blurry language appears on The New Yorker, a publication so known for its literary particularism. ChatGPT smears are amusing, but they are probably also yet another nail in the coffin of the literary society. Nowadays we are not careful readers; we skim, skip, and seek tools to sum up whole books. Human knowledge is in the ability to produce the particular and the ability to recognize it. For philosophers such as Iris Murdoch, careful attention to the particular, to just the right adjective in describing a friend, is a moral attention.
With Google we took the job of storing quotes (and other decompressed writing) and made it the remit of the machine. But we still asked for it back uncompressed. Here with ChatGPT, we are beginning to accept back a blur, because the Declaration of Sock Independence is immediately, Tiktok-speedily funny, and no one’s reading the original declaration anymore anyway.