Cthat he knows how to write is a fact. Anyone who entrusted an essay to Artificial Intelligence received, in a few fractions of a second, a more than passable text. And if he has provided exhaustive information on the recipient, the context and the tone of voice with precise references (the style of a newspaper or a writer or the attitude for a certain type of audience), he knows that the result will surprise.
AI has shown us that it has mastered the art of writing with great ease. But today he is still not able to enjoy the pleasure of reading like us. And this makes her, for us humans, a noble savage. Despite skills in mathematics, physics, medicine, science, computer science. More: the condemnation to a sad existence.
The beautiful research that celebrates its ten years GeMS tells us this (the Mauri Spagnol publishing group) presented a BookCitycurrently underway in Milan: “The happiness of reading”. Where we investigate the power of books and its positive implications on the well-being of lucky male and female readers, who today represent 58 percent of the audience.
Danda Santini, director of “iO Donna” (photo by Carlo Furgeri Gilbert).
Reading, a universal model of disconnection, promotes personal regeneration and strengthens bonds – even social ones -, enhances the emotional and cognitive dimensions, it is an experience of cultural, emotional and human growth. It improves our lives: readers, compared to non-readers, are happier, perceive higher levels of well-being, experience more positive emotions. 88 percent of readers believe that reading helps make their life happy.
On the other hand, non-readers are prey to anger and negativity whose origins they often don’t know, and are always disappointed by how they spend their free timero, between video games, TV, social media.
Artificial Intelligence knows all the books, but does not know the pleasure of reading them (illustration by Cinzia Zenocchini).
That reading is a pleasure, that nothing can satisfy like going out of yourself, forgetting yourself, to live other lives, other worlds and other times and then drink from that imagination, even without realizing it, in real life, we at I Woman we know it well. This is why we created the Award dedicated to the literary heroine of the year (at this link the 2025 winner) which yesterday we celebrated before the sparkling eyes of you readers, women with a thousand lives thanks to reading.
Poor AI, what is lost: what’s the point of knowing if you can’t enjoy it? What is the point of having in memory all of Homer and the tragedies that have come down to us, Shakespeare in full with Dante and Manzoni, and then War and Peace and The Red and the Black, Thomas Mann and Philip Roth, Elsa Morante and Elena Ferrante, if nothing, no tears, no swelling in the chest, no exultation, no regrets have touched your short circuits?
How do you learn, if the history of literature teaches that you learn by suffering, suffering, and overcoming that suffering, but you have been programmed to never feel pain? Neither tears nor desperation, no melancholy, no cone of shadow or clouds over the head, but not even any childish enthusiasmno open-hearted laughter, throbbing love or yearning for greatness… Is it ever living this?