by Bruce Gillespie » Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:52 am
Hi, Alisa, Gillian and anybody else interested:
Sorry to take so long to take my place on the forum. The mechanics of it all defeated me, as do the mechanics of blogs. Interesting that you say, Alisa, that the quality of SF in Australia has been discussed on the blogs. Only a few years ago, all the discussion between Australian SF writers, editors and readers was on Eidolist, a very lively place for conversation. Since I never see any of the blogs (or rather, I'm not aware of a guidance system for finding the interesting blogs), I'm not sure what other people have said.
If you read Congreve and Marquardt's The Year's Best Australian SF and Fantasy, both volumes, and you would agree that Australian SF is in a very healthy state. Lots of interesting stories and good writers. As I find myself saying in the latest Cosmos (in a review I wrote six months ago): 'Australia is crawling with ambitious science fiction writers and publishers... You won't find better writing in any recent collection of mainstream Australian short stories.'
The trouble is that, economically, Australian SF is in no better state that it was in 1967. I've just been rereading Lee Harding's summary of the state of Australian SF in July 1967, in which he points out that Australia has no professional magazine, and that the only Australian writers earning anything were doing so because of overseas sales. In those days there were no Australian publishers interested in our SF, although in his article 'The Cosmological Eye: The Tyranny of Distance', Lee does appeal directly to Ron Smith, newly arrived from America and newly appointed publisher at Horwitz Books, to give Australian authors a go. Ron's reply? 'I'll have to have sales figures on these before I can make any but tentative plans.'
Forty years later, we still have no professional magazine -- that is, a magazine devoted to SF and fantasy that pays decent rates and sells well on newsstands -- and the only real local publishing we have is for blockbuster fantasy, not science fiction. For SF writers, the situation is exactly the same as it was in 1967: you have to sell your books overseas to earn any money or have any success.
The situation was exactly the same in 1979, when George Turner gave a complete summary of the local situation in SF Commentary: a vast amount of local, small press publishing, but no professional magazine, and no success for anybody (including George himself) unless that author sold overseas.
So we can all be grateful to the small press publishers. There are a lot more of then when Rob Gerrand, Carey Handfield and I started Norstrilia Press in August 1975, and Paul Collins and Rowena Cory started Void Publications/Cory & Collins a few months later. We paid what we could, but nobody was going to raise kids or the rent on the rates we paid for books then, and nobody could now on the proceeds from small press. The Australian SF writers we admire are all those who sell overseas: Margo Lanagan most recently, Greg Egan and Sean McMullen, very successfully, Damien Broderick, who has moved to San Antonio, and Lucy Sussex -- her novel The Scarlet Rider and quite a few of her short stories.
The situation seems to be that we lots of high-quality writer putting their heads over the parapet and hoping somebody will shoot at them, but I have no idea how many are sending out their work regularly to overseas markets. The dangers of doing that remain the same as they were in 1967 -- the need to downplay Australian elements in one's work, the need to homogenise the language, and always the need to keep a sharp eye on what's happening in both book and short story publishing in America and Britain.
Is that too anodyne a reply? Okay, I'll go out on a limb. Margo Lanagan is a better writer than any current Australian 'mainstream' writer, and she deserves all the success she's getting. If Kaaron Warren (The Grinding House) can get noticed by the same people (Charles Brown at Locus, Malcolm Edwards at Gollancz in Britain, Dave Hartwell at Tor in America), she should have a great career. I keep waiting for Lucy Sussex to produce some more novels, because The Scarlet Rider well noticed in America, but nobody's going to publish short story collections unless an author has had some success with novels. I hope that statement is proven wrong, and her collections do sell. Lucy's is probably the most distinctive voice in Austalian SF. It seems that Greg Egan is finally back in action after a lay-off. And our senior Australian writer, Damien Broderick, has just had a new novel out. Adrian Bedford, from Western Australia, is following my advice faithfully: his first two novels have been published in Canada, and well publicised in the American press.
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I don't know how to answer your question, Alisa, about the richest period in Australian SF. Until about 1990, it was possible to read almost everything that was coming out each year. From 1975 to 1985, there were two small presses, one magazine publishing one story per issue (sorry, I've forgotten its name), and a growing Young Adult market. Remember that Lee Harding won the Australian Children's Award for his YA novel Displaced Person in 1980, the most prestigious award that any Australian SF writer won until Greg Egan picked up a Campbell Award and then a Hugo. After 1985, there was only one small press left, Peter Macnamara's Aphelion, and a bit of overseas publishing. After 1990, with not only the advent of Aurealis and Eidolon but the explosion of small press and the entry of mainstream publishers, it became impossible for me to keep up with what was being published. So my favourite period is from 1975 to 1985, when it looked as if many of our writers were going to burst onto the international scene, but many of the best, such as Philippa Maddern and David Grigg, went on to other things (Pip to a successful academic career, and David to a successful career in computer technology). There was no money then, and for nearly everybody, there ain't much now, but idealism was rife then, and probably still is.
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However, I think you asked me to be on the forum because I once called myself a critic. Now, I'm not so sure. I still do short reviews, but I haven't done many long critical articles since the 1970s. I still try to do one a year, which I give as a talk to Melbourne's Nova Mob (our monthly SF discussion group, which usually has an attendance of about 30). I've changed my ideas about being a critic. When I started, I tried to get as deep into each individual book as I could, plunging into the flow of the prose. The critics who've lasted, though, such as Stanislaw Lem, John Foyster, Damon Knight, and James Blish, are those who had a magisterial overhead view. In recent years, people such as John Clute, Peter Nicholls and Dave Langford have done this by putting together entire encyclopedias. I don't read as fast as they do. I gave up trying to keep up with the entire field in 1981, and almost gave up reading SF until I decided to concentrate only on my favourite authors and books. This proved liberating. I found that I could work out from the reviews the dozen or so interesting books each year, from which ever country, and read and write about them. However, I'm hard put to make generalisations these days.
So, to finally get around to the question: no, criticism is not for writers, it's for readers. Writers want their backs stroked. It's almost impossible to find a writer who doesn't take offence at analytical criticism, and the best writers sail on anyway. Writers tend to think the world revolves around what they are doing, whereas the best critics extract themselves from the scene altogether, and try to place all writers in some kind of context. Well, that's the ideal. Still, the golden age of Australian SF criticism was from 1966 to 1975, when we began to meet the overseas writers for the first time. Until then, our great critics, such as George Turner and Lee Harding, took aim without mercy or favour at all writers, even our local writers. (Lee Harding has never suffered harsher criticism than at the pen of his best friend John Foyster.) Since then, there has been a progressive increase in currying of favour (a wise commercial move), but Australian criticism and reviewing now seem to be disregarded in Britain, say, where it is very much alive.
But that doesn't mean readers can't take out their knives, and get back into the field of criticism. George Turner always believed that science fiction would only be as good as the critical skills of the people who read it, which is why he aimed his essays and reviews at readers, not writers. The writers did not being kicked in the shins, but the readers did not like George's opinions about their favourite writers. As I say, it's hard to find anybody with a really dispassionate spirit, who can separate the personal from the critical. I'm not sure I do these days, but I still love a good critical article.
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Which brings me to SF Commentary, The Metaphysical Review and Steam Engine Time. SFC was begun in 1969 to take on the mantel recently dropped by John Bangsund, when he stopped published Australian Science Fiction Review, possibly the best SF critical journal ever published. (Its only real competition was Peter Weston's Speculation in Britain.) The tone was serious critical and pretty fierce, as I had some good writers to draw on. In 1971, thanks to John Foyster in Melbourne and Franz Rottensteiner in Austria, I gained the biggest critic of them all, Poland's Stanislaw Lem. This must have had something to do with being nominated three times for the Hugo, and winning quite a few Ditmar Awards. In 1972, I began to include personal essays as well, so that SF Commentary became my personal diary as well as a critical magazine. The most most popular feature in the magazine was 'I Must Be Talking to My Friends', which combined personal material and a vast letter column.
In the early 80s, I ran out of money altogether (this often happens in my life), shut down SFC for several years, and began a new magazine, The Metaphysical Review, to cover all my interests. Needless to say, this magazine almost never publishes articles about metaphysics. I've had special issues about music, general literature, movies, and a wide range of other material. However, Metaphysical Review has lapsed in recent years because correspondents still want most to discuss their favourite reading matter -- science fiction. I have a huge backlog of fabulous material, and as usual I'm looking for the money to publish it. Meanwhile, everything I've published since 1998 is in electronic form (PDF files) on efanzines.com.
Steam Engine Time? That was the result of a long, convivial dinner after the Hugo ceremony in 1999 at the World Convention held in Melbourne. Paul Kincaid and Maureen Kincaid Speller from Britain were my best friends at the time, because Maureen had allowed me to join her apa (amateur publishing association) Acnestis in 1995. We proposed an international magazine that would simply publish long essays about SF. Great idea, but the mechanics defeated us after No 2, and Maureen seems to have lost interest in SF altogether recently. Fortunately, Jan Stinson from Minnesota came on board as international co-editor, No 4 has appeared, and we have solid plans for No 5. Finances willing, of course.