Life's final competition
Dear Friends,
My father was obsessed with obituaries. He was a Rhodes Scholar, competitive in every way, and the size and placement in The New York Times was life’s final competition. Martha Graham had been placed on page 1, he must have told me one hundred times, as had Isamu Noguchi. Daniel K. Ludwig, who died around the same time, got put on page A26: “Billionaire Businessman Dies at 95.”
I was thus utterly delighted to read Griffin Dunne’s account of how he tried to scheme to get his father, the author Dominick Dunne, on the front page. Dominick wanted his death to be perfect, and he wanted both the proper acclaim and the proper score-settling. Among other beautiful scenes is the following: “One morning in early spring,” Griffin writes, “I woke to a voice-mail from Dad; he’d called from Claridge’s Hotel in London, where he was on assignment for Vanity Fair. I heard an alarm wailing in the background as he gravely announced, ‘The hotel’s on fire, and we’ve been ordered to evacuate. If I don’t make it out of here, I’m telling you now, I do not want Graydon Carter at my funeral! I want you to stand at the top of the steps at Saint Vincent Ferrer and bar his entrance.’”
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Dominick made it out of Claridge’s and made peace with Carter. When he did pass away, in 2009, he had the deep misfortune to die shortly after Ted Kennedy. The New York Times, naturally, would not have two obituaries on the front page, so Griffin schemed to keep the death a secret. Dominick died at 5 a.m., but Griffin thought he might be able to get an A1 if he could hold the news past noon. He lied to his father’s friends; he declared that his father was “sleeping.” He ran, as he wrote, his own private Weekend at Bernie’s. I won’t spoil the ending, but let’s just say that it didn’t go precisely to plan.
The most moving essay I’ve read this month is Chris Jones’s recounting of the moment his marriage—and his closest friendship—fell apart. It’s an excerpt from his book, Legs Hearts Minds: Loss and Its Remedies, and it’s a story about how the worst fires in life can start slowly, burn quietly, and then engulf everything. But it’s also a story about how we can grow after them, and how life can begin anew, just as the plants in a burned-down forest can work their way up from under the ashes.
Ben Taub has a terrific, deeply reported essay about America’s half-cocked plan to take over Greenland. Taub tracks the various quacks, opportunists, and grifters who have egged the President on. He writes, “The reality is that the United States is now a country in which matters of war and peace are decided not among diplomatic or military experts, in the interests of the state, but through informal channels, by people whose personal proximity to the President—through family, business, donations, or flattery—is their principal qualification.”
The Wall Street Journal has a riveting piece about the mysterious woman who blew up the Nord Stream pipeline. And I very much enjoyed Franklin Foer on Radio Atlantic, explaining how the World Cup is the one event that truly combines nationalism and cosmopolitanism. This is a terrific Substack post about the ways that AI could reshape political discourse. And Adam Kirsch writes smartly about the ways that AI could reshape writing. Perhaps, as photography did with painting, it’ll just push people into new forms of creation and art.
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Last, I want to end with a tribute to my dear friend, Om Malik, a man who wrote and photographed beautifully, understood technology deep down to its core, and who could see through the malarkey of the industry he was a part of. He wrote a series of lovely essays for The New Yorker’s website when I was running it. Here are two of my favorites, “In the Future, We Will Photograph Everything And Look at Nothing” and “The Man Who Once Made San Franciscans Look Good.” If X is the new newspaper, Om’s obituary has been appropriately placed on the front page. I will miss you.
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We are still seeing the consequences of Anthropic’s decision to shut down Fable after the US Commerce department banned use by foreign nationals. I was at the VivaTech conference in Paris last week, and it’s clear that trust in American companies is in a bad place. Why would you trust your most important work to an American model when the President could just cut you off one Friday afternoon? This will push people to Chinese open source models or even products like Fugu, a new model from Sakana that leverages different LLMs to complete a task.
A clever study from McGraw Hill shows, pretty conclusively, that students are using AI to cheat on their homework. The researchers looked at math questions from before and after the release of ChatGPT and found that, on questions that can be copied and pasted into a chatbot, the time to answer has gone way down for older students, who have access to chatbots, and stayed exactly the same for younger ones, who don’t. Even more concerning: on proctored exams, correct answers on those kinds of questions declined by 25 percent.
Elsewhere, if you’re reading a story online and a lighthouse keeper named Elias pops up, it was almost certainly written by AI. A recent paper suggests smartphones are contributing to the decline in birth rates. I like this new feature from Instagram that shows what the algorithm thinks is interesting to you—with an option to adjust it. And this is a creative idea from Sir Tim Berners-Lee for how to protect the privacy of the information you give an LLM by changing it just enough to obscure the data without diminishing the quality of the model's answer.
Cheers * N
Watching your father track obituary placement as literally his final scoreboard, did that change how you think about your own relationship to competition, or did it mostly just make you more conscious of how universal that impulse is? The Dominick Dunne story is almost comic in comparison, but they're the same instinct: winning doesn't stop just because you're the one who won't be around to see the result.
Interesting selection of reads for the weekend especially the mix of personal reflection, geopolitics, and tribute pieces. It shows how diverse storytelling can be, from deeply human experiences to global events, all shaping perspective in different ways. What stood out to you most from this collection? Nicholas Thompson
Nicholas Thompson "The final competition is not against other people... It is against the version of time you did not use well." This hits right at the core of human architecture, Nicholas. Navigating high-stakes leadership and the rising digital noise floor is an immensely expensive protocol for the human nervous system. When an executive spends decades running intense corporate survival scripts, they introduce severe Systemic Friction that aggressively over-drafts their daily Cellular Energy Budget. Long before the final obituary is written, the underlying hardware pays the price. True biological sovereignty means protecting the core human substrate. We cannot leverage the exponential power of AI or scale global innovations if our biological terrain is bankrupt. The ultimate legacy isn't just where your story is placed, it is engineering a biological infrastructure resilient enough to outlast the noise. Phenomenal, high-fidelity curation!
Alas, writing on spec in America's Manhattan [New York City] circa the mid-to-late 1990's required ambition within "The Concrete Jungle" upon those looking for "The Noonday Underground" within its plateau privy to plith and pretense; admist, the realm of the muses, accordingly. Nevertheless, one looking to get published akin to a by-line without the formalities must conquer and "seize the day" with vocation, intrinsic to design via etiquette, charm, and creativity. Henceforth, a portfolio of rational and foresight should be the reason to disembark within the realm of the muses. Haphazardly, one must guarantee an apprenticeship through a work-for-hire maintained as a ghostwriter and be told "Up Front" his/her designation within said charter. In quintessence, one must have the ability and the know-how to contend with obtaining payment through hubris officiated by intuition to derive happiness by acknowledgement. And that acknowledgement is not by being passive, aggressive, nor passive aggressive, but telling it like it is through intestinal fortitude and again ambition. In the final analysis, getting paid is the absolute within the cauldron and magnificence of a bank-fold due to ones Art via the written word, grandiloquently.
This former obit writer loved the headline, "Life's final competition."