‘Without books, we would not have made it’: Valeria Luiselli on the power of fiction

The Mexican author won the Dublin literary award last week for Lost Children Archive. She reflects on how reading and writing have helped her through the pandemic

I read an article the other day about a computer program that writes fiction. You feed it a few lines, tell it the genre - science fiction, horror - and it produces the rest. And it's not bad at it. It writes in full grammatical sentences; comes up with metaphors and analogies; emulates a writer's particular style and so on. The author of the article, who seemed a little too thrilled about the existence of this diabolical toy from the depths of Silicon Valley says, at some point, that this tool" was going to be the salvation" for writers who dislike writing, which, according to him, is nearly all writers. I want to say to this writer: you are wrong. And to this robot that writes fiction I want to say ... well I don't want to say anything to it because, you know, robots are robots.

Fiction is one of the most pleasurable of human activities. It's one of the most difficult, yes; but when it is driven by a deep desire, it is one of the most pleasurable. Fiction is also something quite like a bodily intuition, or an embodied knowledge, something we feel when our minds are able to pierce through the mesh of the present, and imagine someplace/something other. At times, when we try to peer into that other place what we see is too painful, shocking or simply abysmal. But we have to look at it anyway, and make something of it, make something with it. The word fiction, in fact, comes from the Latin fingere, which means to shape, to form", and originally, to mould something out of clay". Fingere implies the action of making, or rather, giving form. It is not inventing something that is not true, but giving shape to something that was already there. Fiction requires a combination of insight, hindsight and foresight. In other words, it requires experience.