Scraping the bottom of the barrel

Peter Finch in the film Network: Like him “I’m mad as hell!”

A top pick job for me, the LinkedIn algorithm promised. The firm was seeking fluent speakers of Irish English to record 15 short audio clips featuring natural greetings and voicemail-type messages. You’d be paid the princely sum – wait for it – US$15 for your labour. To add insult to injury, the recordings would be used to help speech recognition systems and AI language technologies. Reader, I saw red.

I had just discovered that all four of my novels and three collections of short fiction had been “scraped” – that is the term for digitally stealing copyrighted work – for training AI bots. Needless to say, no money had changed hands, and the only information I had about the pirating was that it had taken place. I’ve still no idea by whom.

Data mining by AI corporates is widespread and up to now, totally unregulated. Luckily, for us, there is evidence that a fightback has started in the US.

In August, a court challenge taken by voice actors became the first case involving AI to be settled – of a total of 48 copyright lawsuits in train. In Vacker v. Eleven Labs Inc, the actors claimed that Eleven Labs Inc had cloned their voices digitally without their permission. In another landmark case in September, the giant tech company Anthropic settled a class action taken by the Authors Guild in the US for illegal downloading of hundreds of thousands of books to train large language models (LLMs).

To avoid further litigation, Anthropic agreed to compensate authors from a $1.5bn settlement fund for work that had been pirated. Depending on the numbers claiming, writers could be paid $3,000 for each copyright infringement.

I discovered by chance that I was one of those authors. But there must be many Irish writers in the same boat, although to qualify for a payout your work must have been registered by your publisher with the US Copyright Office before Anthropic stole it.

“In practice,” Conor Kostick, writing on the Irish Writers Union website, explains,” this means that only Irish authors who have signed agreements with US publishers are likely to be included. And even then, not all publishers (by a long way) registered the works with the US Copyright Office.

“If you were pirated, used for AI training, but not registered with the US Copyright Office. . . don’t despair,” Kostick says. “There are European legal battles to come with these companies, ones which if we win, we all stand to benefit from. And the precedent of the Anthropic settlement makes it much more likely that in due course all of us will win compensation for the theft of our works”

These cases represent a head-on collision between so-called business”ethics” and the creative impulse. They’re a warning to the corporate world – writers’ and artists’ work is for sale, not for plundering. The creative arts are not just fodder for imitation content, but a unique and compelling way of being in the world.

Professor of Creative Writing at Yale and an author herself, Megan O’Rourke, writing in the New York Times in July, put it this way:”When I write, the process is full of risk, error and painstaking self-correction. It arrives somewhere surprising only when I’ve stayed in uncertainty long enough to find out what I had initially failed to understand. This attention to the world is worth trying to preserve: The act of care that makes meaning — or insight — possible.” 

It would be difficult to put a price on this kind of artistic concentration. The likes of Anthropic – and Eleven Labs Inc – didn’t even bother to try.

Writers often bitch about publishers and their advances, but in the publishing model, the concept of paying the artist is still, generally, part of the deal, no matter how paltry the sums may be. But with the AI giants, our work is valued so little that they don’t see the need to pay for it. And they’re using it to train AI systems that aim to replace our individualised creativity with deep fakes mimicking the very work they’ve mined for nothing.

If that isn’t the epitome of late capitalist greed and hubris, I don’t know what is.

So, no, LinkedIn, I won’t be taking up that top pick job so that some AI bot can undermine my livelihood and compromise my artistic authenticity. Not for 15 dollars a throw. Not for anything.

Postcards from Covid

When Covid was receding in 2022, I began looking at my back catalogue of stories and realised, to my surprise, that I’d written enough for a collection. Short stories can creep on you like that. Unlike a novel, a collection of short fiction grows and accretes over years, and usually isn’t the product of one singular bolt of inspiration. (Bolts of inspiration, I’ve found, are pretty thin on the ground, even with novels.) So if you’re a short story writer, you’ll always have a couple on the boil, or more accurately, simmering, in the background.

During the pandemic, I’d begun writing flash fiction – stories between 100 and 1000 words long – which is a growing niche area in fiction. My original plan with Twenty-Twenty Vision (The Lilliput Press) was to alternate more traditional short stories with a scattering of flash to create a looser mosaic of narratives.

The original manuscript was significantly longer than what has ended up between the covers here. The mix of short and flash just didn’t fly with publishers – lots of admiration for playing with form and stretching the definition of what a collection was, but not enough for them to offer publication.

In the face of rejection, I had to go back to the drawing board.  The first decision was to abandon the notion of mixing flash with short fiction. This was a real pity, as flash stories are energising and energetic, but perhaps sometimes a bit too “soundbytey” when read in large numbers together.  Reading a whole collection of flash together can lead to literary indigestion – like being offered a whole lot of canapés but no main course at a restaurant.  Mixing the two seemed like a good way to counteract this effect, to expand the readership for flash fiction and to enfold it into the general tradition of short storytelling.

With the flash excised from the collection, I had a dozen or more stories left. Many of them had been written pre-Covid and I hit on the notion of revisiting some of the characters I’d written about before to see how the pandemic had treated them.  So the collection contains many twinned stories – characters seen both before and after Covid.

For anyone writing short fiction, which I’ve always considered to be like ‘news from the front’ in the literary world, it’d be absurd not to include Covid. How could you ignore one of the most world-altering experiences of our current century that had happened to you but not in the world of your characters? So in Twenty-Twenty Vision, as the collection gathers pace, the pandemic creeps in.  

Now five years on from Covid, we seem to be ready – or perhaps finally able – to look at the pandemic in its entirety. Up to now we’ve been concerned with surviving and recovering, getting over it and getting on . Now perhaps we’re ready to confront the trauma of the pandemic and to consider its long-term effects on our working lives, our social lives and in our intimate lives.

Which is where the stories of Twenty-Twenty Vision come in. The characters are all of a certain age – close to my own – so the three Rs are greatly in evidence –  retrospection, recrimination and regret. They’re looking back and seeing their mistakes, inevitable for anyone hitting their sixties. And then Covid arrives. And although the theme is hindsight – the 20/20 vision of the title – it’s also a vision of those early days of the pandemic. 

The characters are dealing on the hoof with the Corona Virus – as it was called way back then, remember? e.g. Marie uses Covid restrictions as a cover to drop her best friend whom she suspects of having an affair with her husband; Olivia recognises she’s been staring love in the face her entire life in a queue at a vaccination centre; lockdown gives Adrienne an out after she forms an obsessive attachment to a young woman at work; Carmel can’t forgive her husband for his bankruptcy even after he becomes one of the pandemic’s early casualties.  

Short stories are a notorious hard sell in the publishing world. It seems generally accepted that people don’t read short fiction and that’s mirrored in sales figures. It’s a fact that has always amazed me in the era of the short attention span. You would think short fiction would be the ideal commuter read, the perfect length ( 2-4000 wds) for the screen-addicted. But them’s the statistics.

Given this, Twenty-Twenty Vision will probably be my last collection of stories.  I’ll go on writing in the form – once a short story writer, always a short story writer – but after three collections, I feel I’ve come full-circle. From my first collection in my thirties – entitled A Lazy Eye – which explored a flawed, youthful vision of the world –  to the more rueful, backward glance of Twenty-Twenty Vision in my sixties. Two different perspectives, 30 years apart.

When I look at them both together now, I wonder if, despite the general consensus, hindsight is always right?

Twenty-Twenty Vision by Mary Morrissy, published by The Lilliput Press, will be launched in Hodges Figgis Bookshop, Dawson Street, Dublin on March 26 @ 6pm.

Looking forward to looking back

This is the cover of my new collection of short stories, Twenty-Twenty Vision, from The Lilliput Press – https://www.lilliputpress.ie – due to be published in March.

The theme of the stories is hindsight. The characters revisit their pasts and grapple with late-life perspectives. It’s a portrait of a generation of women and men moving into the third age with a mixture of apprehension, longing and regret. So it’s more Mature People than Normal People.

The art work is by designer Adrian Robb – https://www.adrianzdesign.com/. The predominant use of blue might be a clue to the tone of the collection – hindsight tends to be melancholic. But there’s some grim humour here too and a bit of hilarity. Late middle-aged regret isn’t all downbeat and there are – whisper it! – some happy endings.

The title is double-edged. As the collection progresses, the pandemic sneaks into the narratives – i.e. the first year of the Covid crisis, when so much was unclear because we were so closely up against it.

Readers may not want to be reminded of a vision of the world in 2020, but for a writer of contemporary fiction, it would seem like wilful blindness not to acknowledge the Covid epidemic. Particularly since, from this distance, we are seeing the long-reaching, personal and societal costs of it.

Like the elephant in the room, it hasn’t gone away, you know.

Twenty-Twenty Vision is published by The Lilliput Press, March 20, 2025.