Where the 2011 Clarke Award went wrong

Torque Control has posted the shortlist for the 2011 Arthur C. Clarke Award:

  • Zoo City – Lauren Beukes (Angry Robot)
  • The Dervish House – Ian McDonald (Gollancz)
  • Monsters of Men – Patrick Ness (Walker Books)
  • Generosity – Richard Powers (Atlantic Books)
  • Declare – Tim Powers (Corvus)
  • Lightborn – Tricia Sullivan (Orbit)

I have a problem with it.

The Clarke Award, for best science fiction novel published for the first time in the UK in the previous year, had fiftyfour submissions this time. I’ve read exactly six of them and not one of them is on the shortlist, though The Dervish House is on my to be read pile. But that’s not what bothers me: perhaps if I had read all fiftyfour submissions I would’ve come to the same conclusions as the jury has made. The problem I have is not with the list as a whole, but with one particular entry: Tim Powers’ Declare.

Not with the book itself, but with the fact that it was first published in the US in 2001. So what’s it doing on an Clarke Award shortlist a decade later?

Well, it was never published in the UK until last year, which is why it was eligible. But that doesn’t mean it should be put on the shortlist. Because doing so means that the jury thought a decade old novel was superior to all but four of the fiftyfour novels submitted, that the best British science fiction publishing can do is to republish old US sf novels.

Which can’t have been the jury’s intent, can it?

Gorey unclaimed by comics or were its claims rejected?

Tom Spurgeon is disappointed no comics creators were present in a NYT article about Edward Gorey:

That’s what it seems like reading this New York Times profile of Edward Gorey, anyway, as authors and designers line up to claim his influence, without a cartoonist in sight. I’ve said this before, but it intrigues me that someone whose major works embody both the Scott McCloud (sequential narrative) and RC Harvey (verbal/visual blend) definitions of comics gets so little mention by and, actually, seems to have little direct influence within, the medium in which he seems to have worked.

I wonder if this is an example of comics not claiming its own, or more a case of the NYT not letting cartoonists in to the party. Neil Gaiman is quoted, but only as the author of Coraline, not for his comics work, which has its Gorey influences as well. More generally, with a respectable cartoonist like Gorey, there is as much a tendency for the wider art world to seperate him from his comics context is as there sometimes is for the comics world to disown him. It’s a pattern we’ve seen time and again, with people like Gorey, Al Hirschfeld or Charles Addams, or even Art Spiegelman with Maus.

Obsolete ideas about high brow art versus low brow commercial product still determines the framework in which we think about comics and individual cartoonists. From a comics theory point of view whether a cartoonist’s work is published in in the New Yorker or Action Comics might not matter, but in practise it does reflect on how people percieve him: as a caricaturist/social commentator working in a highly respected tradition of satirical drawing dating back to at least the 18th century or as just another hack doing work for a medium held in contempt almost from its inception. Consciously or unconsciously, this sort of consideration will have helped shaped that NYT profile. Because Gorey was published in respectable, high art venues, the sort of people that will be asked to provide quotes for this profile will be novelists and film makers rather than cartoonists.

At the same time, with creators that do manage to break out of the comics ghetto something more insidious happens. From Spiegelman onwards, what you see is that their work is decontextualised, treated as a singular occurrence rather than as a work of art which is part of a wider tradition. Again, this is not necessarily done consciously, but just part and parcel to the way in which the respectable media ignore the low rent comic book. That usually, something like Maus or Fun Home is respected more for its subject matter than its strengths as a comic.

Low rent but effective



The political commercial shown above was made for the provincial elections last Wednesday, by a CDA candidate who was put on a normally unelectable place in his party’s election list. It shows a man and woman together in bed, the woman asking the man what his tattoos mean. He answers he doesn’t know but just likes how they look. The woman answers that she would never put something on her body she doesn’t understand and tells him she has a tattoo too: cue closeup of her bum with the CDA logo on it…

It led to a bit of controverse (the CDA not being a party much given to using sex to sell itself) but it got the guy noticed enough to get him elected. Sex sells, even in elections normally ignored by the great unwashed.

S. is coming home

So after more than a year of going in and out of hospital and her not having been home since early July last year, she’s finally well enough to try once again to leave the hospital. She’s already been home on trial for a day last Saturday and from Tuesday she’ll stay indefinately. It’s going surprisingly quick after such a long wait; we had expected to have a couple more trials first. Not that we’re complaining of course; it just means a lot more work for me getting the house back in order…

So you may get some lighter posting than you’re used to here. I don’t think anybody will begrudge me that…

Books read February

Though February is a short month, I still read much less than I should’ve. Only four books, three of which cost me a bit of trouble and one of which I would not have finished if it hadn’t been for my “Year of Reading Women” project.

Among Others — Jo Walton
A coming of age story a very many science fiction fans can recognise parts of, but with a certain kind of magic mixed in. A book that, if you recognise yourself in the protagonist, keeps you grinning for days after finishing it.

Bold as Love — Gwyneth Jones
In a near-future, dissolved England, rock ‘n roll revolutionaries take over real power in a country beset by ecological problems, internal strife and political unrest. Uneven, but much better than this quick summary makes it sound. This took me more time to read than I expected.

Sons of the Conquerors — Hugh Pope
Though located in the history section of the local library, this was more of a travelogue, though dense with history. Hugh Pope is a writer and journalist who has long lived in Turkey and been fascinated by the Turkish peoples, who comes across and oldfashioned Turcophile.

Swordspoint — Ellen Kushner
One of those books that’s published as fantasy and reads as fantasy, but could just as well be a straight historical romance: sword and sorcery without the sorcery. Nicely written but again a book I did longer over than I normally would’ve.