Book Marks: AI Hallucinations, War On Rainbows

Think AI can help with your reading lists? Think again. A list titled "Heat Index: Your Guide to the Best of Summer", published in the Chicago Sun-Times and The Philadelphia Inquirer, contained titles hallucinated by AI such as "Tidewater Dreams" by Isabel Allende, "The Last Algorithm" by Andy Weir, and "Nightshade Market by Min Jin Lee. The author of the list admitted to using AI and has expressed embarrassment.

This may have been a simple goof, but Claire Mulroy feels different, in light of a growing trust deficit in the media and the marginalisation of authors from certain demographics. "...in both the book world and the journalism industry, this kind of AI-generated content threatens and undermines the creativity that makes us readers in the first place." In response, Literary Hub recommended some real books based on the AI picks.

And it's not just book recommendations. At least one author was caught using AI to rewrite passages in their book. In a stunning example of how use of AI dulls the mind, these authors left the AI prompts they issued to chatbots in their published works. Two of the authors have copped to – and defended – their use of AI.

If one notices just how prolific some authors are, maybe this is one reason. Current AI models aren't advanced enough to be creative in human ways and its use here is arguably akin to theft. But if you're going to steal or cheat, at least be smart enough to cover your tracks.

Getting bots to help you steal an author's style cuts writing time considerably, enabling you to publish more. A writer at Screen Rant believes the resulting avalanche of AI-assisted work will swamp the shelves, real or virtual, drowning out authors who deserve more air. "Should AI flood the market," writes Rose Graceling-Moore, "this becomes an issue that disproportionately affects marginalized authors, many of whom have found a home in self-publishing in an industry where accusations of discrimination are a major issue."

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Russia seems to be targeting publishers, booksellers and companies for promoting "the 'extremist' LGBT movement" with renewed gusto. The International Publishers Association (IPA) has decried the crackdowns and stands with those who are being subjected to raids and arrests. Since I last read about this, the scope of the ban seems to have widened, impacting books that carry anti-war messages and criticism of Russian leadership.

The bit about a woman who "was sentenced to five days in detention for wearing frog-shaped earrings in rainbow colors" hits close to home. Swatch outlets in Malaysia were raided in 2023 and rainbow-coloured watches were confiscated for having "LGBT elements". This is in line with the government's anti-LGBT stance, which has also seen books and other materials with LGBT themes and elements taken off the shelves.

Speaking of shelves: several more titles have been added to the list of prohibited publications by the Malaysian Home Ministry. Love, Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood; bestselling Tuan Ziyad: Forbidden Love by Bellesa; Darlingku Mr Cold Mafia by Nur Firsha Nadia Mohd Noor Kusairi; Mischievous Killer by Aira Syuhairah Noradzan; Suhuf Abraham and Kougar 2 by Shaz Johar; and The American Roommate Experiment by Elena Armas have all been banned.

Some might be baffled as to why, because the catch-all reason given is vague. Hazelwood's was apparently banned for the cover. Cold Mafia drew attention for... eww. In Tuan Ziyad, a young man brings his intended fiancée home, only for the latter to discover that her future father-in-law was her sugar daddy, who still can't let her go. Ewww~.

I don't see how effective banning is. Stories like Tuan Ziyad are all over platforms like Wattpad, which are brought to bookstores by publishers trying to cash in on the authors' ardent audiences online. Would it surprise anyone if even darker, spicier stuff can be unearthed there? At best, all banning does is send people back to cyberspace for the originals – and down certain rabbit holes.

As far as I know, the Home Ministry doesn't have a unit combing through reams of published material. Investigations tend to be launched based on reports, either by individuals or NGOs, or if it makes the news. And the obsession with anything LGBT is influenced by how fetishised the community is, to sell lurid narratives about it – the perfect distraction from the latest political hijinks or whatnot. However, we probably don't have to speculate what Russia is trying to distract its citizens from.


In other news:

• "Like it or not, we are all aging and one day it might be us, no matter how fit, smart, fine-looking, successful, and talented we once were or still are. This moment fired up a spark in me, so I decided to write about the idiosyncrasies of old age." A scene in a hotel lobby bar prompted Ivy Ngeow's exploration of family relationships in her latest novel, In Safe Hands.
• "I decided that no matter what it looked like, I was going to open a bookstore so that I could contribute in some small way and stand up for intellectual freedom in the US." Book bans, growing censorship and erasure of records in the States are fuelling the rise of independent bookselling by proprietors compelled to do something in a fraught literary landscape.
• At the PEN World Voices Festival, novelists Joyce Carol Oates and Carmen Boullosa spoke of their reissued works, Broke Heart Blues and Texas: The Great Theft respectively, and how and why these titles, written many years ago, still resonate today.
• "All of Gaza's universities have been leveled by airstrikes. More than 85 percent of schools in Gaza have been completely or partially destroyed, according to U.N. experts. According to the Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Monitor, three university presidents and over 95 university deans and professors, including 68 holding professor titles, have been killed in Israeli airstrikes." Yet, some in Gaza persist in teaching and learning. The Intercept presents four stories of teachers and students pursuing learning under Israeli bombardment.
• People shouldn't be killed while researching for their books, but that seems to be a risk if you're a journalist writing about the exploitation of the Amazon. While friends of British journalist Dom Phillips finished the work he began, that he had to risk death to write is tragic and galling. But it's an awful reality. The International Federation of Journalists (IFJ) reported that 122 journalists and media workers were killed last year.
• "What happened to the bestselling young white man?" asks Vox, prompting reminiscences of discussions over the male-only publisher Conduit. The piece isn't about how white male authors are going extinct but that fewer books by younger male authors don't seem to be coming out as much these days. It's tied to a podcast, so it doesn't go too in-depth. But if stories by young men are being passed over without good reason, that would be a shame. Still, when it comes down to it, if you're male and white, you'd still have a better chance to get published, so perhaps one should ask, are they writing and is it worth publishing?
• "Though it may seem counterintuitive, one of the most effective tools for generating new work or pushing stories to the next level is to impose creative constraints on them. Poetry is often taught by introducing students to rigidly structured forms like sonnets, villanelles, and haiku. Prose writers would be well-served by learning from this approach." Writing WITH constraints? Not as novel as it sounds, according to these authors.
• "The idea that art will save us is the kind of magical thinking that flourishes when people feel helpless. ...When dragging your way up the social ladder looks increasingly impossible, then vibes become as good as personal initiative—or actual political action." RS Benedict in Current Affairs on why resistance through art is no substitute for real resistance.
• Art may not save us, but it can do other things. While not really artistic in nature and mission scope, street paper and social enterprise Big Issue did help an author get her book out. "A moving account of one couple's time living homeless on the South West Coast, [The Salt Path by Raynor Winn is] about to become a major motion picture". The book – and the movie, which should be released by now – may help boost tourism in the area but Thomas Horn, writing in The Independent, doubts it will address the other issue that the book chronicles. "The South West is a place of extreme beauty, but also extreme poverty. If you look beyond the glorious coastline and posh fish restaurants ... you'll realise there are lots of issues making life unaffordable."
• Penguin Random House's acquisition of comic book and graphic novel publisher Boom! Studios last year means no more unlimited, simultaneous access to Boom!'s titles for subscribers of the digital platform Comics Plus. By the time you see this, all Boom! titles on Comics Plus would have been deactivated.
• On comics, graphic novel publishing pioneer Rich Johnson notes that "The graphic novel section is the only section in bookstores organized by title. Every other section in the store is organized by author." He thinks it's a problem when people want to search works by author and offers some suggestions on how to shelve titles in the graphic novel section.
• Kristen Arnett at Literary Hub gives advice on supporting a friend's self-publishing endeavours (or not), what to do when you can't enjoy reading because your writer's hat is still on, and whether you're an ass if you think websites paywalling articles suck (it DOES, but...).

Book Marks: Do We Need A Male-Centric Publisher?

A new publisher caused a little stir with its business model of exclusively platforming male authors and claiming that they're rebalancing the publishing landscape that's leaning a little too female. Perhaps this publisher should look at what's being written instead of who's doing the writing, if it thinks that guys aren't reading what it thinks they should read, if at all.

Discussions over whether publishing is dominated by males was a thing about a decade ago, and if the pendulum is swinging the other way, I feel this trend has yet to reach its zenith – too early to hit the panic button. "Male authors going from 80% to 50% of the market is far from a crisis in need of another intervening corrective," James Folta writes in Literary Hub.

By all means, publish. There's room for new voices and if this publisher believes in its mission, its releases should strike a chord among the reading public. Just don't hype it up like the advent of some superhero team. I don't see the need for a male-only publisher right now because women still face hurdles in getting published. So I'm more welcoming of efforts like those of heritage publishing house Quite Literally Books, which is digging up books written by American women from a hundred years back.


Next up:

• Book lovers will inevitably have copies to give away, and here's another place for them: Buku Beyond Bars, a community book drive for prison libraries. "This initiative seeks to foster rehabilitation, personal growth, and mental well-being for the prison community through increased availability and accessibility of informative and meaningful reading materials," Mazni Ibrahim, CEO of the Malaysian Centre for Constitutionalism and Human Rights (MCCHR), tells The Star. MCCHR launched the project.
• "...it's not just theft. It's bullying. Exploitation. Looting on a grand scale. The stuff of Upton Sinclair. Only we don't have robber barons anymore. We have pirate captains. Bluebeards of the human heart. And what are we supposed to fight them with? Carefully worded emails? That's like bringing a spork to a nuclear war." Catherine Baab found that her book was among the many being used to train Meta's AI bot LLaMA 3. Still don't understand what the fuss is about? Hear her out and maybe you will.
• Speaking of theft: Nagi Maehashi (and maybe several others) versus Brooke Bellamy. The latter was accused of lifting recipes for her bestseller Bake with Brooki. Recipe ownership can be hard to prove, unless there are signs of stuff being copied verbatim. At the Australian book industry awards night however, Maehashi can walk away with a bit of satisfaction after her book beat Bellamy's, among others, for the title of illustrated book of the year.
• "If small and independent presses offered fresher, more challenging books, how could [readers] find and read them?" writers Melanie Jennings and Elizabeth Kaye Cook ask. They then lay out the reasons small-press titles don't get enough sun and what can be done about it. BookTok is one option, but readers should also step up and be a bit more adventurous. Small presses may need to find ways to get noticed as well, even if the task is herculean.
• "Authors have limited choice over what happens to their unpublished work after their deaths—but while they still live, the decision over how to treat their trunk works is as individual as the authors themselves. Given enough time every writer develops some trunk oeuvre." Randee Dawn dishes on "trunk" novels, the early stuff most authors don't feel is good enough for public consumption.
• In USA Today, Clare Mulroy speaks with Fredrik Backman, author of Anxious People and the latest release My Friends, which may be his last published work. Not because he wants to stop writing, but because the exertions required of published authors get to him. He seems to feel that younger writers have it worse. "It's fine when you put that pressure on someone like me, who is 44 years old and I have kids, and I have a life and I have a good support system around me and I've been doing this for 15 years. But when that pressure starts mounting up on someone in their 20s, I think that's a lot to ask of someone...."
• A recent snapshot of the Australian book industry looks bleak, with rising costs eating into margins and making writing, publishing, and bookselling less and less viable as careers. The article also offers some solutions, but is the will to execute them there, and how helpful will these be?

A Midday Soft Landing

The cookie yields under pressure from the fork. I scoop up the piece, leaving behind a gleaming mark on the dish liner. Snowy-white flecks of what looks like white chocolate wink from the cutaway section.

Instead of chewing, I let the cookie melt slowly in my mouth. The scent of browned butter wafts up my throat as a smooth, nutty sweetness slides downwards. Nice.

Feelin' down, harried or lost? Step inside, pick your treats, relax
and let your troubles melt away.

A sip of coffee from an earthenware cup that's more at home at a Japanese tea house than a café. The bitterness chases the sweetness away from my palate, readying it for the next mouthful and taking away a bit of fatigue from the morning.

Damn baby, it's a type of way you make me feel every day
I'm writing songs 'bout you on the back of a plane...

Just two more rounds of this ushers an onrush of memories of coffees and desserts from ghosts of cafés past. This, and Alt Bloom's vocals lull the senses, softening the rough patterns on the cement walls to the gaze.

Another bite of cookie. As my teeth pulverise the macadamia bits, the richness mingles with the nuttiness of the browned butter. I savour both a little longer before swallowing, feeling wistful. Within a week, this flavour may no longer be served and I don't know when it will return.

For now though, I immerse myself in the blissful calm of café, coffee, and cookie.

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Lingering fears of the pandemic kept me away from dining in for years until I had no choice after being posted to Bangsar for work. Even then, dine-ins were perfunctory affairs: sit down, eat up, get out. No loafing around, no chatting, and it's only during lunch. Dinners were takeaways that I'd eat at home.

After a year and a half of this, however, what made me ready for things to start going back to normal? I still don't know. So walking into Em's Soft Chunky Cookies café near the end of February felt like a tectonic shift in my post-pandemic habits.

Since I started working in Bangsar, I have been taking away Em's cookies on occasion. Chunky and soft in the middle, they get nice and crusty on the surface, especially after a brief spell in the oven. They freeze pretty well too, though they would vanish within a week.

On that day, however, with some trepidation, I sat down for a slice of burnt cheesecake and a "Spanish latte", the usual latte with a little sweetened condensed milk. No crowds, good. I needed some quiet. The cheesecake didn't have a creamy centre but was fine taste-wise, and the latte was like a warm, bracing soak in the tub.

My first sit-in order at Em's Soft Chunky Cookies café: coffee and a slice
of burnt cheesecake. No comments about the size, please.

I left with a lighter heart, a clearer mind, and a familiar sense of satisfaction, knowing I'd be back – perhaps, sooner than I'd like. Above all else, I left with an itch at the back of my head that would produce these musings.

Fast-forward about a month later. It's Raya season, and Em's is serving up its Aidilfitri menu, which includes the Burnt Butter Macadamia cookie that appeared among a slew of previous offerings.

Butter, when 'burnt' – browned, more like, which involves taking care to avoid actual burning – becomes another ingredient, acquiring a delectably nutty aroma and taste. Do I like it? Yes. Am I addicted? Probably.

Do I care? Not really.

On another visit, I was within earshot when the barista/manager told a customer that while Em's has been around for six years (I think), the café is only about a year old. I vaguely recall meeting who I presumed was Em at a bazaar, though I cannot remember if I bought anything from her. So imagine my surprise when Em started setting up shop in Jalan Telawi 2, sharing a lot with a vape store.

With the café's hole-in-the-wall profile and minimalist design, even a shop sign and a standing mirrored sign bookmarking the place would draw little attention. Limited seating accommodates a modest crowd at best – a suitable place to escape the tedious nine-to-five drudgery.

Petrified samples of available offerings are arranged along the counter with labels indicating name and price. Besides the Burnt Butter Macadamia, the Raya offerings include interpretations of onde-onde and the pineapple tart and a cake with dates.

Personal favourites among Em's array of delights include the OG chocolate chip – a must in any cookie shop – and the Cereal Milk, topped with crunchy cereal flakes and a filling of caramelised white chocolate, a cunning concoction that looks and vaguely tastes like a fine and runny peanut butter.

Em's bingka ubi pairs well with ther coffee. Nowadays it's a go-to on
Tuesdays – not every Tuesday – when special-priced coffee is available.

Em's has competition in the neighbourhood, so its arsenal contains more than just cookies. They have special daily offers for each weekday except when they close on Mondays. On Tuesdays one can get coffee at a cheaper price to accompany any sweet treat. Cookies not your thing? How about the burnt cheesecake? Cream puffs? Though the ice cream-topped skillet cookie is too much for me, even on an empty stomach.

Then, maybe try their bingka ubi, a chewy tapioca kuih that's become another favourite. Each slice of a faint dusky yellow - less yellow than most vendors' - is ringed by a thin caramelised corona that gives it a satisfying chew and deepens its flavour profile. Just sweet enough and goes well with their coffees.

But today, it's the browned butter cookie.

I sit down and wait after ordering, hiding behind a wall and facing a rattan-weave-backed chair. I dig in only after everything arrives on the table and lose myself in this tiny recess in the café, sequestered from the noonday warmth outside, flavours playing on my tongue.

With each visit, each mouthful, and each sip, I become a bit less neurotic about dining in, my anxieties uncoiling from my mind like razor wire. Words thrum in my head they way they do when the muse strikes – how long have you been gone?

She keep me like a summer cool breeze
Make me feel fine
Just sipping on that one puff, two drinks
Weight off my mind...

Occasionally, a Grab rider would pass by, picking up deliveries. Em's doesn't just serve in situ and they have several packages to cater for various occasions: birthdays, parties, Raya open houses... these days little cafés and such have to be up for Grab or they'll never make a living.

I've no idea what I did to earn a free cream puff with my purchase, but
I'll take it. The filling is a creamy vanilla, my favourite.

Time passes and the plate and cup empty. With the mouth wiped clean, the mask goes back on. The coffee, like me, lingers, reluctant to let the moment go. Man, I really don't want to go back to work... so soon. But how else can I earn coin for my little culinary and literary escapades?

Eventually I peel myself off the bench, edge my way around the table, and walk out with Alt Bloom's voice in my head. A last bit of coffee clings tenaciously to my throat, despite several cups of water earlier.

"Thank you and have a nice day," the barista/manager calls out.

I think I will.

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Em's Soft Chunky Cookies

8A, Jalan Telawi 2, Bangsar
59100 Kuala Lumpur

Tue-Sun: 10am–9pm

Closed on Mondays

+6017 680 3870

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