The Future of Truth — Werner Herzog on ecstatic truth, AI and Potemkin villages

Werner Herzog in actie op de set van famili romance

Werner Herzog wrote a book about the nature of truth titled “The Future of Truth” (De Toekomst van de Waarheid). A concept much abused these days.

De toekomst van de waarheid boekomslag

To Werner Herzog, truth is a search, a quest, almost one that distinguishes us from the other, more or less intelligent animals. In this concise yet idea-packed book, he examines the truth from several interesting angles, including political, artistic, historical, and scientific perspectives. He interweaves interesting stories in his arguments, like an artist should.

He looks at people who are considered larger-than-life. Contrary to popular belief, self-proclaimed genius (my words) Elon Musk did not invent the electric car. He didn’t found Tesla. He bought that one. And he bought Twitter. With that truth, he aims to facilitate the spreading of lies. (He did found SpaceX, though.)

The word for truth in Ancient Greek is aletheia, the negation of lethe, meaning forgetfulness or oblivion. Alatheia is that which reveals what was hidden. Alatheia is like a film and photography on celluloid. There is something on it, but it has to be revealed and developed.

Art creates a truth, according to Herzog. In opera, music transforms almost the craziest, unthinkable stories into wondrous truths. (Herzog directed several operas.)

Herzog’s film Family Romance tells the story of how, in Japan, actors are hired to replace a father or husband in their real life. Actors stand in for the father of a girl, the broom for a marriage, and an employee receiving a scrubbing. After the movie was released, Japanese broadcaster NHK produced a documentary about the company that hires out these actors, referred to in Herzog’s movie as Family Romance, and about the people who hire its actors. A bizarre double world emerges in this documentary. A client of the ‘Family Romance’ service was interviewed and questioned about why he wanted the actor to take his place in real life. After the documentary was finished, NHK discovered that the client they had interviewed was also an actor who had been hired to replace the original client. The argument was that the actor could portray the client more effectively than the client himself. Because the actor can speak the absolute truth, and the real person could do nothing but lie. Still with me?

In another movie of his, Herzog plays a priest. He meets a stranger and records a confession from this stranger for the film. During the act, he fabricates several facts as a priest, which the confessor greedily accepts, and the confession is more honest and well-meant than it could ever have been in real life. Making the fake confession more truthful than a real one.

Another story unfolds in Russia during the time of Czarina Catherine II. Potemkin villages were villages created as fronts, much like movie sets, to give the Russian czarina the impression of a prosperous country. A staged world similar to the North Korean Peace Village. Or the Truman Show.

In his films, Herzog attributes celebrity quotes that could have been said, but which he fabricated. He believes that this made-up truth is also a truth: an ecstatic, more profound truth.

Another bizarre story is that of a man on death row who continued to believe in his self-made innocence to the end, even though he was guilty, believing his concoctions til the end. This story reminded me of the song “The Mersey Seat” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. In this unsettling song, a condemned man continues to believe in his innocence until just before his execution, but the truth catches up with him.

And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
Of an eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m afraid I told a lie

The Electrician, AI photo by Boris Eldagsen
The Electrician, by
Boris Eldagsen

Of course, AI is impossible to ignore, and Herzog explores the fake images it can generate, such as the AI-created photograph that was awarded the top prize at the Sony Photo Awards.

Herzog discusses how we can protect ourselves from being deceived by fakes. He recommends always approaching information with skepticism—assuming it might be false—and diligently verifying the truth behind any claim. He emphasizes that any request to transfer money should be treated as a red flag. In his view, the digital world is inherently unreliable.

According to Herzog, what helps us navigate this uncertainty are three key practices:

  • Education
  • Reading extensively
  • Walking regularly, with minimal distractions or baggage

In the final chapter, Herzog admits that there is no definitive “future of truth.” Instead, the search for truth remains an essential, existential pursuit.

I read the book in its Dutch translation. When I wanted to buy it for a friend in the US, I discovered—somewhat surprisingly—that the English translation is not yet available. It is scheduled for release in September 2025.

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What Is The What (Dave Eggers) at Foyles Southbank

what is the what

One evening I was walking along the south bank of the Thames . Joggers, skateboarders, tourists and bussinessmen and women were trying to push me off the Thames Path.

Finding What Is The What at Foyles

At Foyles, the book shop on the south bank of the Thames, I stumbled in and browsed through the shelves. I was surprised to find a new title from Dave Eggers, unknown to me until that moment: What Is The What by Dave Eggers.

I had read Moses Isegawa’s Abyssinian Chronicles and that is an incredible book, and when I had read a page in the shop, I was sold and bought the book for an amazing price of £13.

abyssinian chronicles by moses isegawa book cover

At the counter, the assistent (what do you call a person behind the counter in a bookshop) told me he had ordered only 10 copies because the book was not officially announced in the UK, or so. He complimented me on my choice and said half of the London underground literary books junks would now envy me.

I asked him what the street value of the book might be then; he said it could well be £50. I told him I’d give it a try then, after I finished reading it.

An Incredible Story of Sudan’s Lost Boys

reading like a writer by francine prose book cover

No news that What Is The What is a incredibly great book (review by Francine Prose). I finished it in 2 days and probably could have sold it  for the amount if I would have hustled with one of the Eggers’ addicts. But I am too lazy for that – or probably do not need the money badly enough.

I looked online to read that book review by Francine Prose. It reminded me to finish her book Reading Like a Writer. I started off reading that enthusiastically but got distracted by some novels I was reading at the same time. Reading Like a Writer to me started off as a good book though so I will finish it. (I mean it is not of the category “book that does not hold my attention so not going to spend more time on it” (yet).)

Maybe more on that later.


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The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy) – Read During a Flight Disaster

The €6,000 Flight Disaster

My flight from JFK to Johannesburg was cancelled. The travel agency had made an error with my booking, and I wasn’t on the alternative flight through Atlanta they offered. After a stressful night at the Marriott near JFK and numerous phone calls, they arranged a new flight for the next day.

The price? The new ticket had gone up from €2,900 to €4,200. Total flying cost for this trip: €6,000 for a single economy ticket.

Discovering The God of Small Things

While waiting at JFK for my rescheduled flight, I wandered into the airport bookshop and bought The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.

The novel tells the story of fraternal twins Rahel and Estha in Kerala, India. It’s about forbidden love, family tragedy, and how small moments shape entire lives. Roy won the Booker Prize for this debut novel in 1997.

Reading in a Dreamy Half-Conscious State

The flight was less difficult than expected, though I slept less than I hoped. I watched three movies: Bewitched (crap), Batman Begins, and Caché with the most beautiful woman on earth: Juliette Binoche.

Between the movies and fitful sleep, I finished The God of Small Things.

Arundhati Roy - the god of small things book cover

The book is wonderful, though in my mind, I’ll always associate it with the dreamy state of half-consciousness I was in while reading it somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Roy’s lyrical, fragmented narrative style matched perfectly with that jet-lagged mental fog. The way she plays with time and memory—jumping back and forth, revealing the tragedy in pieces—felt right for reading at 30,000 feet with no sense of time or place.

Maybe that’s the perfect way to read this particular book: untethered, floating, between worlds.

I checked in at the Sandton Sun and Towers hotel in Johannesburg. Villamoura, the hotel’s restaurant, is an absolute must—their calamari is exquisite. I collapsed after that, still thinking about Rahel and Estha.


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