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Their Most August Public Organ

I have looked out the window for untold hours while travelling on trains. The opening line of the novel, At meaning's edge the imagination still flickers, came to me, like most things, on a walk one evening with my dog. It felt like it represented something of the state of play in our age regarding the role of the mind - when cognition is being increasingly outsourced, when a cavalcade of media is being positioned in front of our eyes at every possible instance, what does/can the mind do when it is left by itself, to daydream whilst looking out the window? For me, the imagination still flickers: in the face of everything, it still maintains light. Listening to an interview with Adam Curtis earlier this year, he said something about how serious contemporary stories should be ghost stories about AI. This felt right to me, and that to ignore the technological machinations of today, to say nothing of wars of nationalism and genocide, would be a moral failing. I understand that this book may not seem like it directly deals with any of those things, but perhaps, without giving too much away, I would say that for me, the critical gesture was to unpack the epistemological impact of Gödel's

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