As I'm writing these days, I find myself putting more of myself directly into the text, perhaps on some level as a response to this whole new Death of the Author—or, if you will, Undeath of the Author & his Resurrection as a Zombie
Will WilkinsonBecause there’s no actual writer with beliefs, desires, social motivations (no definite ethos, pathos or logos) driving the creation of the text, there’s an uncanny quality of indeterminacy and vagueness in the inferred “personality” of the LLM’s implied narrator that builds sentence by sentence.