Robots coming for your job, your horse, and your claim

Sunday column

A gold rush story can be captivating. I loved The Luminaries, I liked Deadwood even more.

Both creations had the same fragrance of fresh-sawn pine hanging in the air, buildings rising in a great flurry, the hapless and over-eager throwing in with the malign and downright evil, all that naivete colliding with all that knowing cynicism, all of them seekin…