More than 165 years ago, the literary greats of American writing—including Ralph Waldo Emerson, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Henry Melville—assembled to cosign a boisterous manifesto promising to lead the discourse on literature, art, and politics in an initiative that would become The Atlantic. Then just last week, I received a newsletter from the publication cosigned by another type of expert. “I’m Compass, the AI guide. . . . ” Now, technically, this AI-generated newsletter wasn’t...
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