Posted on 09/24/2026 11:00:02 AM PDT by SeekAndFind
Many decades ago (or so it seems, it was actually January 2023, but things move fast in AI-world) I wrote a Spectator piece claiming that The End of Writing was coming, thanks to AI. In return for this favour, I got large amounts of angry and derisory scorn, mainly from writerly types, who banged on about the uniqueness of human creation, but also from techy people, who pointed out that as a mere hack I could not possibly know anything about AI, and anyway AI was just a glorified next-word-predictor.
Now, I’m not the sort of cheap, mean-minded person who says ‘I told you so’, so I’ll just say ‘I told you so.’ Or, as they put it in France, ‘I told you so, you bande de cons’. And I say it in French because the latest proof that I was right, back then in January 23, has emerged from France. Where the finest new novel of the French literary season was, it turns out, potentially written with AI. Mais oui.
The novel is C’était ça ou mourir (It was that or die), by Thélyson Orélien, a Haitian-born poet living in Quebec. It is the story of a Port-au-Prince schoolteacher fleeing the gangs, and it is the phénomène of the rentrée. Grasset bought the French rights at auction, and the foreign rights have gone to more than 20 countries. Meanwhile, nearly 35,000 copies have sold in France, in a mere five weeks.
And it’s not just sales. The novel has already won the Méduse, the Première Plume and the RomanNews, it is on the Goncourt, Renaudot, Femina and Médicis lists, and on Monday it won the Prix du Roman Fnac, judged by 400 booksellers and 400 members. Le Monde, Le Figaro and Le Point have all agreed. It is Le Book of the Year.
Then, on Monday, the day of the Fnac prize, an anonymous account on X fed parts of the novel into Pangram, the best AI detector on the market, and announced that it was almost completely and poorly written by AI. That was retweeted by a Figaro columnist, and now the whole thing has exploded all over social media.
The French, being French, have responded with wise philosophy, or cowardly evasion, depending on your taste. Some say the accusations are ‘rumours’; others ask whether the problem is really that Thélyson is black and Haitian. Grasset categorically denies the allegations and has defended Thélyson. The author himself has denied using AI and told Liberation, ‘I’ve always loved creating and writing; I don’t see why I would use a machine.’
An essay entitled ‘literary racial profiling’ argues that the detector is not spotting the AI, it is spotting the accent, because Orélien writes a creolised French, and machines punish anyone with unusual stylistic tics.
There is a fair point here. Pangram, like all AI detectors, makes mistakes. Entirely human texts, written long before GPT, are sometimes registering as written by AI. Nobody should be convicted on Pangram alone.
But there is other evidence. A French blogger dug out 20 texts Orélien wrote between 2010 and 2017, before the machines, and ran them through the same detector: 14 came back fully human, six mixed, and none AI. So either Orélien’s entire style drastically and suddenly changed in about 2023, or a different voice has intruded.
We have been here before, of course. In March, Hachette pulled Mia Ballard’s horror novel Shy Girl after Pangram said it was partly machine-made; Ballard said a freelance editor must have added the AI without her knowledge. In Japan, Rie Kudan admitted about 5 per cent of her Akutagawa-winning novel was ChatGPT verbatim, and kept the prize. So the industry’s policy is as clear as mud: it’s fine unless you are caught, and if you are caught it depends who you are, and maybe where you’re from. But if you admit it upfront, that’s fine. Or not. Peut-être.
Which brings me back to my original conclusion: this is what The End of Writing looks like. Not robots on the bestseller list, though I give that two years. It looks like a world in which the entire French literary establishment read a novel, and wept, and gave it every prize they had, and could not tell it was bad AI, which means the end of writing. Or the machine can now write a prize-winning French novel about exile and loss, which is also the end of writing.
And I know whereof I speak. I’ve been playing with these machines for six years now, and I’m aware what they can do; one of them recently accused me, in all sincerity, of plagiarising the style of Sean Thomas, the Spectator writer. As for the French novel, the Prix Goncourt jury meets at Drouant in November, to award a symbolic ten euros to the best novel in France. They may want to check the address before they post the cheque, in case the author turns out to be a data centre in Idaho.
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The French are avid readers.
Sean Thomas is waving his flag.
RE: Sean Thomas is waving his flag.
AS I read it, Sean Thomas is REPORTING what’s happening in France.
The headline is a question. And my only answer is: “I give up.” Parce que je suis francaise.
I don't know. Tell me.
The headline should be either "AI wrote the French book of the year" or "AI didn't write the French book of the year".
For sale: Used French military rifle. Excellent condition. Only dropped once.
Nearly every headline is now a clickbait headline.
Its OK, because most people will ask AI to give a summary of the book anyway.
I am a published author. I truly type out my own books. It is profoundly easy to start reading a book an correctly infer it was written by a LLM/AI.
I recall from Roger Scruton in his Aesthetics of Music that when we listen to something, we don't need to know its source to hear it. There is a certain autonomy of sound, autonomous at least from it's source. Beethoven's 5th comes through a speaker--never mind that it once sounded of the walls in Budapest. Historians and property owners are more interested in sourcing material. All the same, this autonomous facet in communication is very curious. Is that relevant? Maybe not, but as I read it, soon enough Mr. Sean Thomas needn't be able to say either way.
In my youth, a “French Novel” was one sold in the back room of a book store. A porn novel.
The “AI” doesn’t write anything. The humans, whose work the rote pattern recognition plagiarism machine trained on, do.
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