The first line of a novel, by an improved neural network
Earlier this month, I tried training an algorithm called a neural network to generate the first line of a novel.
It didn’t go so well. A neural network learns by example, looking at a database of things (paint color names, craft beer names, halloween costumes) and trying to figure out how to imitate it. The problem was, I didn’t have many example first sentences to give the neural network, and supplementing with winners from a worst opening sentence contest didn’t help matters. An example:
Stop! I caused the Narguuse man who was new on Alabama, the screaming constipated eggs.
So, I asked my readers for help. I asked people to enter the first line of any novel or short story they had handy, even their own. And folks, you have made me and the neural network so very happy.
Total # of entries: 11135
Here were the most frequently-entered lines:
It was a nice day. (27)
Shadow had done three years in prison. (21)
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. (17)
The primroses were over. (17)
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. (16)
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. (16)
The body lay naked and facedown, a deathly gray, spatters of blood staining the snow around it. (15)
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. (14)
All children, except one, grow up. (14)
It was a pleasure to burn. (13)
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. (13)
And the most frequently-entered authors:
Terry Pratchett (268)
Neil Gaiman (99)
Douglas Adams (87)
Arthur Conan Doyle (81)
Diana Wynne Jones (76)
Isaac Asimov (61)
William Gibson (55)
Lois McMaster Bujold (54)
Philip K. Dick (53)
Stephen King (51)
Jack Vance (51)
Jane Austen (50)
Charissa Johnson (50)
(Note that misspellings and variations aren’t counted; Ursula Le Guin and J. R. R. Tolkien would have easily made the list if their spellings were more standardized.)
This crowdsourced database was quite wide-ranging indeed: from Star Wars stories to Chuck Tingle to a surprising amount of My Little Pony fan fiction. The latest version of the database is here. With my original dataset added, I ended up with 10096 unique lines (except for typos).
I used the same neural network as last time, an open-source neural net that (somewhat unusually) uses syllables as its building blocks.
The first results showed, if not promise, then at least evidence of the high number of My Little Pony stories in the dataset.
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The neural net soon made some improvement, and once in a while would produce a grammatically correct sentence as long as it was very short.
It was an hour of the night.
The waves - there, and a class that glass of the wall of a dull place.
I know they are from the mountain.
Her emlage were playing the three of the fible of the Sinnia Ously of St, in the hole is his life in a moist king.
Aliens were reared by the steam of a drought of a good ears, the young wall of the water, but she was going upon a over and had been stolen to chapter the Irish of the ratred of the building star is in Coats-and-La is a flash of dewy and big enough.
It learned eventually how to begin a book by talking about the weather - although not always successfully.
There was the snow of a perfect custom sea and early gusts from the back of the bay.
The sky was dead.
The night was very a moonless story in a mountain-10 years.
The night is like a wounded carpets from the Crumzon.
The first day of the world was born in the year 1985, in an old side of the world, and the air of the old sky of lemon and waves and berries.
And it developed a curious fondness for a line by Jacqueline Carey about not being a cuckoo’s child. Everything, for some reason, was a cuckoo’s child.
I am a cuckoo’s child of the monster.
I am not a simple person, I am the truth, and I am a cuckoo’s child and the first thing you’ve never be blamed to be born.
“I am a cuckoo’s man,” said the man who had found the tapes when he had been in the door.
Many lines, especially the shortest ones, almost made sense.
The morning room came to the deep camp.
“I have no question,” I said, as I had been ringing from Inniwhite.
The farmer was born on one side.
"You are even much!”
It was a good day that had once been any thing.
It is a man trick.
The night was over.
There began with the dead end of the wind.
The telephone was coming.
With Mr. Bilbo had always been so much procision
The sky has gone.
Here was a grey one.
The sun was coming.
“She’s no acterity,” said the hoarse man.
There was a very high slacks for our house 2g19.
The first thing you know is not a good idea.
I am not a king.
I was surfing for my table.
There was just a man who was able to be sick.
It was god.
This is the worst thing, in an old old man of baker and bay.
A noise is a good recruit.
And some were actually rather intriguing. I might read these books.
The silence was unlike a place.
“I am forced to write to my neighbors about the beast.”
Her mother was packing by the black anthill.
The sun was probably for his wife.
I am a story that was not a truth.
“I am not the door!”
I don’t know what is a combined life.
This is the story of a certain man who had invented a young man.
The sky was at the door.
Alice is a story of interest.
The question was enjoying himself.
This is a story of a man in the morning.
The world was born to say that I was lost.
I saw the last of a man, who was dead.
The old man was the first of us of the beginning to the sky.
Longer sentences, though? Still a problem. Grammar is hard.
“Bleeeck, “You are clearly out of my uncle Christmas Eve, I am a cuckoo’s advice and at the day that I can tell you to be a man,” but he had no children to remember to the boars of the ancient girl (or Claudius the Idiot.“
The year of the island is discovered the Missouri of the galaxy like a teenage lying and always discovered the year of her own class-writing bed and implored the creation of his head, and the constant final ones in the back of the high water of the stock of the dark.
All the light of the smallest man’s body in the ocean in an old angle of a giant mountain and exclaimed that the sky was the gunslinger caught over the pale of the great kitchen floor.
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Want to see what the raw neural network output looked like? This project is my entry for NaNoGenMo (National Novel Generating Month) which means that I generated 140,000 words’ worth of first lines, also available at GitHub. Unfortunately, due to a prank in the input data that I didn’t catch till after I trained the neural network, 37,000 of them are the word “sand”.
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