email arrived inviting me to participate in an AI venture called Rebind that Id later come to think will radically transform the entire way booklovers read books, I felt pretty sure it was a scam. For one thing, the sender was Clancy Martin, a writer and philosophy professor I didnt know personally but vaguely recalled had written about his misspent youth as a small time jewelry biz con artist, also being a serial liar in his love life. For another, they were offering to pay me. “Clancy up to
