Sierre But Saule: Better Call Saul and Finnegans Wake

I recently finished watching the television series Better Call Saul. It was an excellent show that, in my estimation, exceeded its predecessor, the acclaimed Breaking Bad. Neither show is on the level of The Sopranos, but Better Call Saul had more interesting character moments than Breaking Bad and more compelling acting (especially from Rhea Seehorn, who was outstanding).

Concentrating on these elements of the show, I could not help but think about Finnegans Wake as I watched the “Brother Battle” — which is so central to Joyce’s novel — play out in Jimmy McGill’s (Saul’s) conflict with his brother, Chuck. And the role of Kim reminded me of the function of Anna Livia Plurabelle in the Wake, she who “gave him keen and made him able” (a pun that unites a reference to the battling brothers Cain and Abel with the keening of a widow and the encouragement of an enabler).

This post will discuss Better Call Saul in the context of the archetypes of Finnegan Wake. As such, it will contain spoilers for the show, and I recommend you view the entire series before reading the remainder of this post.

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Sortofficial Undilligence

So-called “artificial Intelligence” is on everyone’s minds these days. And no wonder we’re all thinking of it: it’s everywhere we look.

Case in point: the other day, I stumbled across a website about Finnegans Wake that appears to be entirely composed by AI, including AI-generated “podcasts” that feature AI voices summarizing someone’s notes about the Wake. These “podcasts” are presented as YouTube videos that accompany this inane droning with AI slop images.

It’s hard for me to express sufficiently my contempt for this sort of thing. I struggle to imagine anything more anathema to the Wake‘s celebration of humanity than the abomination of chipper robot voices reading the book line by line and summarizing the annotations while peppering them with trite phrases (“Okay, now let’s unpack that…yeah, did you hear the circularity there?”). It’s uncanny, creepy, and pointless. I want to hear an actual person’s embodied experience with the text, not a lifeless, thoughtless machine. What is someone getting out of listening to robots, who have no experience and perspective and humanity?

This “artificial intelligence” is of course misnamed because there’s nothing remotely intelligent about a computer program that merely predicts the next likely word. They’re not “intelligent.” They’re generative large language models. They’re a glorified autocomplete that has eaten the internet and can quickly regurgitate mediocrity in the form of the statistical average.

And don’t think it’s lost on me that these pathetic, mindless robot programs have been trained to some extent on my own writing, as well as the writing of other devotees of the Wake, who put our work out there into the world in the hopes of instructing and delighting, and who are rewarded by having our efforts swept into the maw of a hideous funhouse mirror that apes what it means to be human.

I take comfort in the fact that these generative systems are still so bad at what they do and produce material far inferior to what a thinking human can. Seeing this so-called “AI” everywhere and shoved into everything makes me wonder if the self-styled geniuses pushing this technology are getting desperate. So much money has been invested into generative LLMs that the “tech bros” at the helm need this nonsense to be adopted everywhere to justify all the money they’ve been pouring into it. It’s unfortunate for them that their toy is still so miserable at what it’s supposed to do. That’s a lot of money they’ve wasted on an autocomplete. It’s unfortunate for the rest of us that this nonsense is going to wreak havoc on the economy for at least a time as short-sighted employers hand over more tasks to machines.

But what does FInnegans Wake itself have to say about true, human intelligence and creativity, and about the hollow aping of it?

Read on to find out more!

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Oh, We Dublin Posting, Huh?

I’m back from the first trip to Dublin I’ve taken in my life. It was a marvelous experience: this blog’s editor and I spent a weekend visiting Joycean sites, some obvious (Sweny’s pharmacy and Davy Byrne’s from Ulysses) and some more obscure (the Magazine Fort in Phoenix Park where Mr. Duffy stands at the end of “A Painful Case” and the corner of Hume street where the girl from “Two Gallants” waits). At many locations, I read quotations from Finnegans Wake, Ulysses, and Dubliners. If you’ll forgive some flowery language, I later described this process as akin to casting magic spells around Dublin, “binding” my consciousness to those locations and to the city as a whole.

Read on to see some pictures and quotes!

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