I’ve been skeptical of predictive coding for years, even before I wrote my first column on it back in 2005. Like most, I was reluctant to accept that a lifeless mass of chips and wires could replicate the deep insight, the nuanced understanding, the sheer freaking brilliance that my massive lawyer brain brings to discovery. Wasn’t I the guy who could pull down that one dusty box in a cavernous records repository and find the smoking gun everyone else overlooked? Wasn’t it my rarefied ability to discern the meaning lurking beneath the bare words that helped win all those verdicts?
Well, no, not really. But, I still didn’t trust software to make the sort of fine distinctions I thought assessing relevance required.
So, as others leapt aboard the predictive coding bandwagon, I hung back, uncertain. I felt not enough objective study had been done to demonstrate the reliability and superiority of predictive coding. I well knew the deep flaws of mechanized search, and worried that predictive coding would be just another search tool tarted up in the frills and finery of statistics and math. So, as Herb and Ralph, Maura and Gordon and Karl and Tom sung Hosannas to TAR and CAR from Brooklyn Heights to Zanzibar, I was measured in my enthusiasm. With so many smart folks in thrall, there had to be something to it, right? Yet, I couldn’t fathom how the machine could be better at the fine points of judging responsiveness than I am.
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Source: Ball in your court
By: Craig Ball
Well, no, not really. But, I still didn’t trust software to make the sort of fine distinctions I thought assessing relevance required.
So, as others leapt aboard the predictive coding bandwagon, I hung back, uncertain. I felt not enough objective study had been done to demonstrate the reliability and superiority of predictive coding. I well knew the deep flaws of mechanized search, and worried that predictive coding would be just another search tool tarted up in the frills and finery of statistics and math. So, as Herb and Ralph, Maura and Gordon and Karl and Tom sung Hosannas to TAR and CAR from Brooklyn Heights to Zanzibar, I was measured in my enthusiasm. With so many smart folks in thrall, there had to be something to it, right? Yet, I couldn’t fathom how the machine could be better at the fine points of judging responsiveness than I am.
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Source: Ball in your court
By: Craig Ball
