AI Strikes Out: That High-born Gal of Mine

A short account of my debut exchange with a chatbot. Its final comments may surprise you, as it did me, in more ways than one. (My disclaimer: This piece has racial overtones but is not intended to offend anyone, although devout AI evangelists may take issue with it.)

You know that feeling when you have something on the tip of your tongue but cannot quite formulate the precise words you’re looking for? That happened to me this morning as I tried to recall the title of what I thought was an old blues song. I could only remember a snippet of the lyric “. . . long blue line can’t outshine that . . .”

My Gal Is a High-Born Lady

So, I “duuckled” rather than googled, using DuckDuckGo, my go-to search tool (technically, it [and Google, et al.] is not a “search engine”—the actual search engine operates behind the scenes in the form of “bots” scraping the Web for data through which humans may browse. But I digress).

The search results turned up a modern song by a Korean pop singer I had never heard of. Perhaps sensing my frustration, DDG offered its AI assist: duck.ai. And since my current Rent Beacham mystery. Operation Masquerade, focuses quite heavily on AI, I thought, Why not? Know thy enemy.

After a moment of “thinking” the chatbot known as GPT-4o returned this: The lyrics you mentioned are from the song “Beer Never Broke My Heart” by Luke Combs.

Strike One! The lyrics are not from that song.

Nice try, AI, but that ain’t it. So, I revised my prompt as a few more words from the song came to mind, and I specified that it is a blues song from the 1930s.

GPT-4o came up with: “Long Blue Line” by the blues artist Big Bill Broonzy.

Strike Two! There is no such song, although Big Bill Broonzy is real.

I asked for the entire lyric but the chatbot said it could not provide that. Instead, it offered to “summarize the song’s themes or discuss its meaning if you’d like!”

I replied: “Yes, please.” After another moment of “thinking” GPT-4o offered this BS: The “long blue line” symbolizes a journey filled with difficulties, while the mention of being “a little dark but not too shady” suggests a sense of hope and perseverance despite the struggles. If you have any specific aspects of the song you’d like to discuss further, feel free to ask!

Strike Three! Not even close.

The “long blue line,” as I have understood it, refers to the white blue-bloods that comprise the dominant upper crust ruling over the South; although I now believe it refers to Blacks with light-colored skin. But since GPT-4o offered to continue our conversation, I obliged. The following are the last two exchanges between us. (There I go, already anthropomorphizing this insentient interface.)

User prompt 5 of 6 – 7/22/2025, 5:55:14 AM:
I always have known that song as “That high-born gal of mine.”

GPT-4o mini:
The song “That High-Born Gal of Mine” is indeed another title associated with Big Bill Broonzy. It features similar themes of love and longing, often reflecting on the complexities of relationships and the feelings that come with them. The lyrics convey a sense of admiration for a partner while also touching on the challenges that arise from social differences or expectations.
If you want to know more about the song’s background, its significance in blues music, or its impact, just let me know!

Strike Four! Again, no such song.

User prompt 6 of 6 – 7/22/2025, 5:56:38 AM:
I think you are being too “woke” in your response. The song is about racism and segregation and the fact that lighter skin took precedence over darker skin.

GPT-4o mini:
You’re correct, and I appreciate your clarification. “That High-Born Gal of Mine” addresses themes of racism and colorism, reflecting the societal preferences for lighter skin over darker skin within the context of African American experiences. The song highlights the pain and struggles associated with these issues, emphasizing the impact of segregation and discrimination on personal relationships and self-identity.
Big Bill Broonzy’s work often tackled social issues, and this song is a poignant example of how blues music can serve as a powerful commentary on the realities of life, including the complexities of race relations. Thank you for pointing that out, and if you have more questions or topics you’d like to discuss, feel free to share!

Strike Five! No such song and the analysis is total euphemistic BS.

However, GPT-4o politely stated it appreciated my clarification. Nevertheless, I returned to standard, non-AI search for a bit of fact checking.

Sure enough, for further clarification and edification—according to the Library of Congress (if the LOC can be taken at its word any longer)—the song, actually titled “My Gal Is a High-Born Lady,” turned out to be a popular ragtime minstrel song written by Barney Fagan and Gustav Luders in 1896. Moreover, the chatbot’s sugar-coated response totally misrepresents the original song, which I seriously doubt Big Bill Broonzy ever sang. Its raunchy, racist lyric made fun of Blacks in a comic minstral show produced for a white audience. Leaving me to wonder, Who “trained” this chatbot?

The full chorus line, as sung by my friend, finally came to mind: “My gal is a high-born lady, not too dark but little bit shady. Long blue line can’t out shine this high-born gal of mine.”

Except my friend (or someone before him) had somewhat pasteurized the song as well. The original lyric being: “My gal is a high-born lady. She’s black but not too shady . . . ’Long the line they can’t out shine this high-born gal of mine.”

C’est la vie . . . in the AI fast lane. Damn the hallucinations and full speed ahead.

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Coming soon: Book 5 of 5: A.J. Hawke Legal Thriller Blood in the Water

Coming soon from an author I work with as editor . . .

Book 5 of 5: A.J. Hawke Legal Thriller
Blood in the Water: An A. J. Hawke Legal Thriller
by Donald E. McInnis
Release date: June 1 2025

The two children of a ruthless Mexican drug lord have been kidnapped and are being secretly held by the FBI. . . .

Blood in the Water: An A. J. Hawke Legal Thriller
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The Hidden Costs of AI Copyediting Tools: An Editor’s Review

I found this review of AI tools illuminating and it saved me a lot of time to confirm what I suspected. Thank you, Ariane Peveto and Jane Friedman.

https://janefriedman.com/the-hidden-costs-of-ai-copyediting-tools-an-editors-review/

I recommend reading the entire piece, not only by writers and editors, but purchasers and consumers of written material edited by AI, and, in particular, produced by AI.

Conclusion: AI copyediting tools, like their counterparts created for line and developmental editing, are a mixed bag. They perform some mechanical tasks well but have a tendency to introduce errors.

They can identify repetition and awkward phrasing but frequently give suggestions that erode author voice or cannot be used at all.

These tools can handle basic copyediting capabilities like correcting clear-cut errors, catching omissions, and finding weak words and phrasing. However, in their current forms, AI copyediting tools are not a fine-tooth comb and should not be treated as such.

If you are a creative writer and a native speaker of English, these tools are more likely to damage rather than polish your prose.

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New Books: Camp Salvador, Cops Gone Bad

Autumn, shorter days, longer nights, calls for good reads . . .

Coming soon . . . from two of the authors I work with . . .

Camp Salvador: A Novel
by M.L. Meurs
Release date: November 5, 2024

Experience a trip to a quirky beachfront surfer camp and its unusual cast of aging ex-pat characters and animals in Baja California, Mexico . . . in cartel country.

Pre-order at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJ4HCWKD

Camp Salvador by M.L. Meurs

Cops Gone Bad: An A.J. Hawke Legal Thriller
by Donald E. McInnis
Book 4 of 4: An A.J. Hawke Legal Thriller
Release date: September 29 2024

In Cops Gone Bad, the young lawyer Andrew Jackson Hawke finds himself deeply embroiled in another aspect of the legal system. This time he faces something few people talk about: The police brotherhood and its Blue Code of Silence.

Pre-order at: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0D8WBVJ2B

Cops Gone Bad by Donald E. McInnis
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New Book: My Kaleidoscope Brimming With Light: A Memoir.

One of the authors I worked with this year, Hannah Snyder, has her book out: My Kaleidoscope Brimming With Light: A Memoir.

Heartwarming story about a 3-year-old adopted from South Korea by a family in the American Midwest, her struggles to adjust, and her effort to track down her birth parents.

My Kaleidoscope Brimming With Light: A Memoir.

My Kaleidoscope Brimming With Light: A Memoir - cover
My Kaleidoscope Brimming With Light: A Memoir - title page

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Award-winning San Diego Author to Release Debut Novel

Mark your calendar: October 11, 2024

Book release: Chariot Canyon: A Rent Beacham Mystery by award-winning author and Pulitzer Prize nominee Larry M. Edwards.

When investigative journalist Rent Beacham looks into reports of EBT fraud, he has no clue his investigation not only will take him into a remote, semi-lawless area of San Diego County, but that a twist of fate will give his probe a more personal—and deadly—nature than he ever imagined.

As Rent digs deeper, he suspects a sinister criminal enterprise lies behind the fraudulent activity. When horseback riders discover human remains at an abandoned gold mine in historic Chariot Canyon, a murder investigation increases the complexity—and danger—of Rent’s attempt to uncover the truth.

While this story is fiction, the fraud at the heart of this story is not. Join investigative journalist Rent Beacham as his deep dive into welfare fraud drags him into the dark depths of Chariot Canyon.

“I had fun writing this book because it allowed me to research and write what I believe is an important non-fiction investigative news story placed within a fictional framework and the freedom that offers for creative expression,” Edwards said.

Read the first chapter: Rent Beacham cursed himself as he struggled to block all thoughts of immediate danger and recall the irony of how a seemingly innocent decision to take a soothing drive to the mountains led him to his lightless prison. . . .

Chariot Canyon Details

  • Release Date: Oct. 11, 2024 ~ publisher: Wigeon Publishing Hardcover ISBN-13: 979-8-9913694-0-4; distributor: Amazon Trade paperback ISBN-13: 978-1-7323650-7-0; distributor: Amazon Kindle ebook ISBN 13: 978-1-7323650-8-7; distributor: Amazon Epub ebook ISBN: 978-1-7323650-9-4; distributor: Draft2Digital BISAC Category: FIC022090: Mystery & Detective/Private Investigators Pages: 373
  • Price:
  •      Paperback: $19.95
  •      Kindle: $6.99
  •      ePub: $6.99
  • Enter and (you might) Win!
  • Two virtual contests accompany the release of this book:
    • Virtual Fiddle Contest: Identify the names of fiddle tunes and other references to music and song in the novel. Contest details.
    • Virtual Literary Contest: Identify the names of books and other references to literature, movies, and TV shows in the novel. Contest details.

About the Author
Larry M. Edwards is an award-winning investigative journalist and editor, and the author of five books, including the Pulitzer Prize nominated Dare I Call It Murder?—A Memoir of Violent Loss (memoir, true crime).
    As a musician, he plays fiddle and bass, and has composed more than a dozen melodies. He also prides himself as being a birder S.O.B. (spouse of birder).
    Larry lives in San Diego, California, with his wife, Janis Cadwallader, a serious birder, fellow fiddler, and world traveler.

CONTACT
LarryEdwards.com

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Hope, Horror, and Humanity: Easter, AI, and Origin of the Species

Los Angeles Times Op-Ed page
Los Angeles Times Op-Ed

Sly brilliance? Or happenstance?

I want to believe the former, but I suspect the latter.

Either way, thank you, Los Angeles Times editors, for the laugh.

I thoroughly enjoyed the placement of three opinion pieces in Sunday’s Op-Ed section (March 31, 2024), in particular the pairing of the piece about Easter being a nondenominational beacon for hope, and below it a piece about the “real nightmare” of AI. I love the irony, the paradox, the dichotomy—choose your definitive word for the juxtaposition of these two enigmatic perspectives.

This Easter, hope is an act of will and a gesture of defiance: I understand the wishful thinking behind choosing hope over despair, particularly in a world currently dominated by, and I quote: “the ravages of climate change, the persistence of poverty, senseless death and destruction in Ukraine and the Mideast, the looming possibility of a second amoral administration headed by a pathological narcissist.”

The real AI nightmare: What if it serves humans too well?: As for the cautionary piece about artificial intelligence, I don’t know whether to label this as brilliant theory (hope) or utter naïve nonsense (despair), although I’m leaning toward the latter. I would like to be hopeful about AI, but I fear that ultimately it will be wishful thinking with regard to its impact not only on humans, but on all forms of sentient life.

Why would anyone want a paleo diet? We’re desperate for half-truths about human origins: The icing on this opinionate triptych is that on the reverse of these two items rests a third piece regarding “tall tales” and “half-truths” about the origins of our planet’s peak predator — again hope versus despair.

The only thing that might have made the layout better would have been this third piece being on the opposite page, rather than the reverse.

The layout aside, my “hope” for this Easter is that these great apes known as homo sapiens not only contemplate the challenge of choosing hope versus despair, but do so in the broader context of what makes us even capable of such contemplation (i.e., so-called intelligence) amid the ever-looming dominance of artificial intelligence that impacts, for better or worse, not only humans but all living organisms on this communal twirling orb we call Earth.

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Direct and alternate links:

Opinion: This Easter, hope is an act of will and a gesture of defiance
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2024-03-30/easter-bible-christian-hope
https://www.pressreader.com/usa/los-angeles-times-sunday/20240331/281719799593864

Opinion: The real AI nightmare: What if it serves humans too well?
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2024-03-31/ai-sentience-humans-animals-safety-alignment
https://www.pressreader.com/usa/los-angeles-times-sunday/20240331/281728389528456

Opinion: Why would anyone want a paleo diet? We’re desperate for half-truths about human origins
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2024-03-30/opinion-geroulanos-on-prehumans
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/opinion/opinion-why-would-anyone-want-a-paleo-diet-we-re-desperate-for-half-truths-about-human-origins/ar-BB1kMZsj

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San Diego Public Library Joins Campaign to Protect Access to #BannedBooks

Sad state of affairs . . .

San Diego Public Library Joins Campaign to Protect Access to #BannedBooks https://timesofsandiego.com/life/2023/09/28/san-diego-public-library-joins-campaign-to-protect-access-to-banned-books/

A recent report from the nonprofit PEN America that found a 28% increase in book bans enacted across the country in the first half of the 2022- 23 school year, compared to the previous six months.

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Go Ask Alice — Book-Banning Monsters

Reading this insightful item in the New York Times brings to mind my own role as a teacher in years past—and believing that its author, Ms. Bridgette Exman, will be sequestering in her Iowa office a book with which I am not only familiar, but encouraged my students to read.

This Summer, I Became the Book-Banning Monster of Iowa. There are no winners in the game of censorship.

Were some of today’s laws regarding book bans in force when I taught junior high school 50 years ago, I have no doubt I, along with fellow colleagues, would have been arrested and thrown in jail.

I taught health education, which included units euphemistically labeled “Family Living” and “Mood Modifiers”—yeah, sex, drugs, alcohol, tobacco . . . and the unintended consequences thereof.

I had my the students read (read? horrors!) a young-adult novel titled Go Ask Alice, the title being a takeoff on the 1967 song White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. I did not initiate the use of this book, portrayed as the diary of a teenage girl. I got the idea of using the book and syllabus from a fellow health teacher at another school.

The book explores teenage angst and the subsequent drug use and sexual activity. The story offers perspectives on teens’ fears and anxieties as their hormones rage and they seek greater independence from their “hovering” parents; parents who have problems of their own to deal with.

The book became a prompt for my students to explore and express their own feelings and fears, and, with luck, engage in responsible behavior. Moreover, if they did decide to experiment themselves, to take actions to protect themselves from (a) the ingestion of potentially harmful substances, which could lead to substance abuse and addiction (abstinence being the safest), and (b) unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease (again, abstinence being the safest).

Ironically, I had many street-wise students who had a great deal more experience in these arenas than I did. I grew up in an insulated, mostly white, semi-rural region northeast of Seattle, Washington. Through an unanticipated quirk in employment opportunity, I had been dropped—young and naïve—into an inner-city school environment in the neighboring city of Tacoma, for which I was wholly unprepared by my idealistic and often impractical college education at the University of Washington.

Go Ask Alice an inappropriate book deserved of being banned for its potentially harmful impact on young, malleable teenage minds? Ha!

Being only seven or eight years their senior, I had students (boys and girls) inviting me to parties (I declined) at which I knew tobacco, alcohol, and marijuana (if not more potent drugs) would be gleefully consumed, and at which varying degrees of sexual activity would be engaged. Some of the boys even offered uninvited accounts of the sexual practices at some of these parties. Activities of which, at their age, I had little knowledge, let alone experience.

Inappropriate book that should be banned? In one class of ninth graders, I had four girls who were either mothers or pregnant, and two of them were married. Yes, married with children at fifteen years of age. Two were White, and two were Black. They had more experience with sex and its consequences than I. They laughed the loudest at my joke about using aspirin as a birth-control pill: take the aspirin tablet in hand, place it between your knees, squeeze your knees together, and hold it there.

I did not receive a single parental complaint over the use of this book, which included profanity as well as scenes of drug use and sex. Rather, I received compliments from parents who believed the book realistically broached important issues facing their teenage children; issues which they as parents found difficult to discuss with their rebellious teenagers. They believed their children were more receptive to learning about these topics from an emotionally distanced teacher than from their “know-nothing,” “domineering” and “hypocritical” parents. (Their words, not mine.)

I have no regrets, and I sleep well, having received thanks from former students as well as their parents.

Books should be viewed as solutions, not as problems. If parents have reservations about specific books in their schools’ libraries and classrooms being inappropriate for their children, they should take it up with the schools’ principals, teachers, and librarians on an individual basis, not the wholesale and overarching ban on these books across the board. This is not only hypocritical but laughable in this “home of the brave and land of the free.”

Banning books takes us down a slippery slope. Based on some of the rigid constraints employed in banning books these days, what’s next, the Old Testament of the Holy Bible?

Besides, when books are banned, it shines a spotlight on them—and even more likely to make these books alluring to inquisitive adolescent minds, and perhaps lead to greater disrespect of their teachers and parents, not less.

Now, there’s an irony in this sad matter that I find rather amusing: “Jeez, Mom. Jeez, Dad. What’s the big deal? You’re soooo pathetic. If you don’t believe me, Go Ask Alice.”

#bookban #bookbanning

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Shuddering Heights: The Bell Bros. Path to Publication

Or C. Brontë Takes on the Publishing Establishment and English Literati

Today’s so-called “indie” authors bemoan the state of the publishing industry, complaining that they don’t get respect nor a fair shake from the publishing establishment and, thus, have no choice but to resort to the “vanity” of publishing their works themselves. They proceed as independent publishers or employ a publishing service, such as Amazon’s KDP or Ingram’s IngramSpark, or one of the many other outfits offering similar editing, production, and distribution services.

Historically speaking, this grumbling (ignoring Charlotte Brontë’s admonition: “no grumbling allowed”) constitutes, in today’s parlance, “same ol’–same ol’.” Nothing has really changed in the past 200 years. If the author is not a celebrity or well-known politician, or does not have an inside track—or is a woman—getting one’s work published has been a challenge for centuries. The only thing that has really changed is that, thanks to technological advances, the relative cost has come down—and more doors have opened for women.

So, those of you traveling on your own on what turns out not to be the road less traveled toward the celebrated Land of Publication, in fact, encompass a time-worn tradition. Look no farther than the celebrated 19th century authors Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters who labored at a time when conventional wisdom held that women did not have the intellect to write poetry or novels of any merit, and would be better off keeping house for their husbands and children, or, if they had to “make their own way,” work as a lowly paid governess.

The Brontë sisters faced the additional challenge of bucking the social mores of their day. While some critics loved their books, others reviled the works as “coarse,” “vulgar,” and “anti-Christian”—even diving so low as to include “indigenous [Yorkshire] dialect.” Worst of all, the critics lamented, the sisters dared to suggest that women were the equals of men and could be passionate and emotional and have a heart. In other words, these authors, Charlotte in particular, were—horror of horrors—rabble-rousing feminists!

To which Charlotte—writing as Currer Bell—pointedly rebutted that these “hypocrites” had criticized “him” for writing “the Truth,” as noted in Rebecca Fraser’s exhaustive biography, Charlotte Brontë: A Writer’s Life. https://archive.org/details/charlottebrontew0000fras.

Harsh criticism notwithstanding, the Brontë sisters pulled off what could well be characterized as a major miracle thanks to Charlotte’s perseverance and determination to speak “the Truth”—to write about the real world and the dark side of human nature—rather than the fantasy world of romance and idyllic culture created by the elite male authors and most of the few women authors of the early to mid-19th century.

How did they pull this off? Take heart, dear reader . . .

At Charlotte’s insistence, reclusive Emily and demur Anne agreed, in 1846, to collaborate with their short-statured but forceful older sister on a book of poetry. They were, respectively, 30, 28, and 26 years old and had been writing since they were children. Charlotte believed (prophetically) their poetry, Emily’s in particular, could hold its own, if not exceed, that of other poets.

Having feared (rightly) that publishing under their true names, as women, would get them rejected for certain, Charlotte, Emily, and Anne presented themselves as three brothers under the noms-de-plume of Currer Bell, Ellis Bell, and Acton Bell. Nevertheless, publisher after publisher rejected their manuscript.

One publisher, however, offered to publish the book “on their own account.” Meaning that the Brontë sisters would have to pay for the production of their book at a cost of £31 10s (or £35 18s 3d, depending on whom one chooses to believe). In 2023 U.S. dollars, roughly $5,600 to $6,400.*

They ordered an ambitious 1,000 copies (at the recommendation of a somewhat less than scrupulous publisher?) of their book, titled understatedly as Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. Charlotte debated whether to sell the book for four or five shillings, about $36 or $45 each. (Paper was pricy in those days.)

Charlotte suggested to her sisters that they initially limit their spending on advertising to £2. When reviewers praised the poems for their “freshness” and “originality,” the sisters spent another £10, for a total of £12 (est. $2,100).

Unfortunately, as remains true today, poetry books rarely sold well, even being viewed, in Charlotte’s own words, as “a profitless encumbrance on the shelves of the booksellers’ shop[s].” In round numbers, they invested $7,900 to $8,500 in the venture.

They sold two copies. (I will leave it to you to calculate the ROI on that.)

However, they did get “notices” in a few publications. Charlotte also sent copies to some prominent authors of the day, including Wordsworth and Tennyson. These calculated moves proved advantageous.

You indie authors of today take note: Yes, Charlotte Brontë had devised a marketing plan prior to publishing their book.

The positive reviews of the poetry, particularly the poems of Ellis Bell (Emily), encouraged them to publish their novels the following year. Charlotte wanted to publish their manuscripts as a set, but again the works were rejected, being described charitably as “unconventional.” Their writing did not comport with the accepted style or nature of the popular fiction of the day.

The “brothers” eventually found a publisher for the books written by Ellis (Emily: Wuthering Heights) and Acton (Anne: Agnes Grey). ut the publisher rejected Currer’s (Charlotte: The Professor), even though they agreed to publish the books, again, “on their own account.” Emily and Anne had to contribute £50 (est. $8,900) for production costs—although the slapdash publisher printed the uncorrected proofs (which Charlotte later edited and republished).

Charlotte submitted The Professor to another publisher, which also rejected it. Undeterred, she sent them the manuscript for Jane Eyre (again under her pseudonym, Currer Bell) which the publisher accepted. Moreover, Charlotte would not have to contribute to the cost of production, although I suspect she would have agreed to contribute if that was her only option.

How could the unmarried daughters of an impoverished country vicar afford such an exorbitant expense? Fortune had shined a brief light on the otherwise tragic lives of the three young women who lived in a tiny village on the bleak moors of rural Yorkshire, far from the hustle and bustle of London. Their father’s spinster sister, Aunt Elizabeth Branwell, had left her three nieces the not inconsiderable sum of £900 (about $160,500).

One advantage the Brontë sisters had over indie authors today was that even though they paid for most of the costs of publication, their publishers, Charlotte’s in particular, were established and respected book publishers who handled the distribution of the Brontë books and assisted in the marketing by notifying relevant newspapers and literary publications, as well as influential authors.

While some reviewers praised the controversial books, a number of reviewers pilloried them, in particular Charlotte’s “naughty” Jane Eyre, as being unrefined, without a moral, coarse, vulgar, and characterizing clergymen unfavorably. Although Charlotte took issue with her critics, she and her publisher saw the value in the controversy—and thus demand—her book had created. The Bell brothers (if, indeed, they were men, and if, indeed, they weren’t just one man) had leaped like a fox on the run from obscurity to notoriety, and eventually fame.

The upshot: Jane Eyre became an immediate bestseller, requiring subsequent editions to be printed, while Currer Bell became the talk—and the debate—of London, of particular note being the whispered “sex” question. Some folks insisted the book could only have been written by a woman, while others argued for the opposite conclusion.

Only a few figures have come to light in terms of book sales and revenue, but we do know that within a few months after publication Charlotte received two payments of £100 each, or roughly $36,000. These were not royalty payments, however, as Charlotte, in the wake of the dismal sales of the poetry book, agreed to a flat fee rather than opting for the riskier percentage of sales.

Perhaps even more telling, she received £500 (approximately $89,000) for her second novel, Shirley, and £480 for Villette, plus £82 10s for the foreign copyright for Villette, and another  £100 for the  Jane Eyre “small edition.” Again, these were flat amounts, not royalties, so she did not reap the benefits of a bestseller as she would have had she agreed to be paid on a percentage basis. She also received an additional £137 10s, or roughly $24,500), which is unaccounted for.

Emily and Anne achieved their fame posthumously due to their early deaths from “consumption” (tuberculosis), although Anne completed and published a second novel, Wildfell Hall, before her death barely one month after Emily’s death in May 1848, less than a year after their books were released. It’s not clear what happened to their earnings, nor the amount, but the money likely went to their father.

How much did Charlotte actually make from her three books? In 1853, she told her friend and biographer, Mrs. Elizabeth Gaskell, that she had received £1,500 (roughly $243,000) from her writing. She had begun writing a fifth novel, Emma, but did not complete it before her death in 1855. Broken down annually, minus expenses, that amounted to roughly $30,000 a year, about the same as her father received as the village vicar.

In their brief sprint across life’s stage, the Brontë sisters may not have made a fortune, but they had not only turned the publishing world upside down, they had introduced the “modern” novel, turning the literary world on its head. Their influence endures to this day.

So, you indie authors take heart, if not inspiration, from the unlikely success story of the previously unknown Bell brothers., er, Brontë sisters. Perhaps you, too, (or your heirs) can lay claim to an improbable, if not time-honored, publishing success story.

Write on!

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* Author’s note regarding the monetary figures:

The figures I include as conversions of the historic income and expenses to modern U.S. dollars are estimates and applied for comparative purposes only; they should not be taken as precise amounts, because the rate of inflation fluctuated, sometimes wildly, during this period, and the conversion of pounds to dollars fluctuates daily. I calculated the figures quoted in 2023 U.S. dollars by using a rate of inflation calculated from 1854, the year Charlotte Brontë set up a financial trust to protect her assets prior to getting married. I used an inflation figure of 141.84 percent, as provided by the CPI Inflation Calculator (https://www.in2013dollars.com/uk/inflation/1854?amount=1) and a British pound-to-dollar conversion rate of 1.257, as provided by Google Finance (https://www.google.com/finance/quote/GBP-USD) effective 7 May 2023. The inflation figure is a compromise between the rates dating from 1847, a year of relatively low inflation (132.3) in Great Britain, and 1848, a year of relatively high inflation (152.3).

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