The Circle View

CV – 9/25 Prove you didn’t use a machine

Something ugly flipped this week in French-language publishing, and it isn’t only about one novel.

Thélyson Orélien’s debut, C’était ça ou mourir, just won the Prix du Roman Fnac. Ya, I know. Who can read that? It’s French though. Must be fancy. It’s a migration story. Haiti to Canada. Rhythm, repetition, living voice. He is also in the chase for the big prizes that still define a literary season. Then, an anonymous account calling itself Balance ton Claude dropped a claim: run the pages through Pangram, and the machine says nearly total AI. One hundred percent. Been there? Not quite. This is the new version of been there. Side note. Who really gives a flying intercourse word? I can’t get my head around this. To me, you like it or not. It’s informative or not. It’s accurate or not. WHO CARES the particulars of how exactly it came to be? Isn’t that why we created AI?  Clearly this has a person (Mr. Fancy pants we’ll call him) who claims it. Who takes not just credit for it, but responsibility for it. We created AI to do things the way we do them, and when it starts working like it should we try and hide from it. So freakin $$!$()&^$^#.

Orélien denied it hard. He said the first draft was 2019, before chatbots ate the room. He said Haitian and Caribbean tradition is poetry, image, pulse — and that treating that pulse as “evidence of artificial intelligence” is not criticism. His French publisher called the charge atrocious. His Quebec publisher, Boréal, tried to help him build a paper trail of how the book was made. Then they said the quiet part out loud: at this stage, they cannot confirm or deny the AI claim. Promotion is paused. A book fair pulled him as guest of honour. Separate plagiarism allegations about old journalism landed on top of the pile. The Académie Goncourt said it is taking time before it moves.

I am not here to try the man in a newsletter. I do not have the manuscript, the drafts, or a courtroom. What I do have is the shape of the trap that just closed around authorship itself. See that part in Italic? Here’s a surprise for you. I didn’t write that. AI wrote it, fo4r me, using what it thinks is my voice and style. It isn’t really. My voice and style that is. But that’s ok. I don’t use it to become me or live me life. I use it because it tremendously increases my capacity to accomplish things I want to do, or address issues I care about. I DON”T care if he had help. I do know that AI did NOT decide to write all this shit and give him credit for it because it had nothing else to do. Unless and until we stop hiding from being successful with this new and greatest generation of tools we have created, we will bury ourselves in our own bullshit. That;s all I wanted to say personally, that I know my well meaning AI bot won’t really say the same way. Back to the AI part. I learn from it every day. If you find these articles useful, that’s what’s important to me. I tell it what to focus on. I check the way it tells it and do my best to make sure it isn’t making shit up (that’s my real job. The making up stuff part.)

Different detectors disagree on the same passages. Research already says these tools can flag human writing as machine-made and miss machine writing that got edited. Dialect and living oral rhythm are exactly the kind of texture a probability model may misread. And yet a single score can still travel faster than a dossier. Faster than a publisher’s process. Faster than the reader’s own ear.

Quebec artists’ groups are naming the larger fear with unusual clarity: creators may increasingly be forced to prove their work was made without generative AI. Think about that sentence twice. The burden is flipping. Not “disclose how you worked.” Prove you are innocent of the tool. Prove the living voice is yours. Compile the dossier before the score arrives.

And no shit. That is a different game from honesty. Yeah, it’s a game of stupidity. Sometimes I think WE are the artificial ones.

Disclosure by role is one thing. A detector verdict is another. One is a human standing behind the work and saying who did what. The other is a black box handing out a percentage and daring the writer to overturn it. Circle is being built for the first path, not the second. Assignment, review, credit, a name on the page, judgment that a person is accountable for. Self-attested roles. No detector gate pretending certainty it does not have.

The Orélien mess will keep moving. Awards will decide what they decide. Publishers will scramble for process. Detectors will keep selling certainty. (Pssst.. Guess what? The detectors are AI!!!)  None of that changes the little-world choice in front of anyone building a writing community right now.

You may use the tools. You may not. Either way, the accountability stays with a person. The score is not the sentence. The workshop is not a court of probability. And if the industry keeps outsourcing trust to a meter, the people who write with rhythm, dialect, and a living voice will be the first ones asked to prove they are human.

Circle’s bet is simpler: say how the work was made. Own the judgment. Earn the credit. Leave the fake certainty to the machines that invent it.

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How this was made

AI assisted research and a first draft of this Circle View. A human, me, Richard Carl Crossley,  reviewed, edited, and is accountable for the judgment and the final take. Disclosure by role — not undetectable.

Retired developer, author, father of 5.

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