I don't write sci-fi although spec-fi works for me. Anyhow,  I kept this
speech around and today seemed a good, rainy day for a re-share. Thanks
Udhay.

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> Saturday, April 30, 2005
>
>      The Speech I Just Gave at the Nebulas
>      posted by Neil Gaiman 4/30/2005 11:41:00 PM
>
>      Welcome, to the Nebula Awards, on this, the 40th anniversary of the
> founding of the SFWA. That's the Ruby Anniversary, for anyone wondering
> what sort of gift to give.
>
>      And forty years is a very short time in the life of a genre.
>
>      I suspect that if I had been given the opportunity to address a
> convocation of the most eminent writers of science fiction and fantasy
> when
> I was a young man – say around the age of 23 or 24, when I was bumptious
> and self-assured and a monstrous clever fellow – I would have a really
> impressive sort of speech prepared. It would have been impassioned and
> heart-felt. An attack on the bastions of science fiction, calling for the
> tearing down of a number of metaphorical walls and the building up of
> several more. It would have been a plea for quality in all ways - the
> finest of fine writing mixed with the reinvention of SF and Fantasy as
> genres. All sorts of wise things would have been said.
>
>      And now I'm occupying the awkward zone that one finds oneself in
> between receiving one's first lifetime achievement award and death, and I
> realise that I have much less to say than I did when I was young.
>
>      Gene Wolfe pointed out to me, five years ago, when I proudly told
> him,
> at the end of the first draft of American Gods, that I thought I'd figured
> out how to write a novel, that you never learn how to write a novel. You
> merely learn how to write the novel you're on. He's right, of course. The
> paradox is that by the time you've figured out how to do it, you've done
> it. And the next one, if it's going to satisfy the urge to create
> something
> new, is probably going to be so different that you may as well be starting
> from scratch, with the alphabet.
>
>      At least in my case, it feels as I begin the next novel knowing less
> than I did the last time.
>
>      So. A ruby anniversary. Forty years ago, in 1965, the first Nebula
> Awards were handed out. I thought it might be interesting to remind you
> all
> of the books that were Nominees for Best Novel in 1965...
>
>      All Flesh is Grass by Clifford D. Simak
>
>      The Clone by Theodore Thomas & Kate Wilhelm
>
>      Dr. Bloodmoney by Philip K. Dick
>
>      Dune by Frank Herbert
>
>      The Escape Orbit by James White
>
>      The Genocides by Thomas M. Disch
>
>      Nova Express by William Burroughs
>
>      A Plague of Demons by Keith Laumer
>
>      Rogue Dragon by Avram Davidson
>
>      The Ship That Sailed the Time Stream by G. C. Edmonson
>
>      The Star Fox by Poul Anderson
>
>      The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch by Philip K. Dick
>
>
>      I love that list. It has so much going on – SF and Fantasy of all
> shapes and sizes, jostling side by side. Traditional and iconoclastic
> fictions, all up for the same lucite block.
>
>      And if you're wondering, the 1965 Nebula Winners were,
>
>      Novel: Dune by Frank Herbert
>
>      Novella: "He Who Shapes" by Roger Zelazny and "The Saliva Tree" by
> Brian Aldiss (tie)
>
>      Novelette: "The Doors of His Face, the Lamps of His Mouth" by Roger
> Zelazny
>
>      Short Story: "'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman" by Harlan
> Ellison
>
>      ... it was a good year.
>
>      Forty years on and we're now living in a world in which SF has become
> a default mode. In which the tropes of SF have spread into the world.
> Fantasy in its many forms has become a staple of the media. And we, as the
> people who were here first, who built this city on pulp and daydreams and
> four-colour comics, are coming to terms with a world in which we find
> several things they didn't have to worry about in 1965.
>
>      For a start, today's contemporary fiction is yesterday's near-future
> SF. Only slightly weirder and with no obligation to be in any way
> convincing or consistent.
>
>      It used to be easy to recognise SF written by mainstream authors. The
> authors always seemed convinced that this was the first novel to tackle
> Faster Than Light travel, or downloadable intelligence, or time paradoxes
> or whatever. The books were clunky and proud of themselves and they
> reinvented the wheel and did it very badly, with no awareness of the body
> of SF that preceded them.
>
>      That's no longer true. Nowadays things that were the most outlandish
> topics of SF are simply building blocks for stories, and they aren't
> necessarily ours. Our worlds have moved from being part of the landscape
> of
> the imagination to being part of the wallpaper.
>
>      There was a battle for the minds of the world, and we appear to have
> won it, and now we need to figure out what we're doing next.
>
>      I always liked the idea that SF stood for Speculative Fiction, mostly
> because it seemed to cover everything, and include the attitude that what
> we were doing involved speculation. SF was about thinking, about
> inquiring,
> about making things up.
>
>      The challenge now is to go forward and to keep going forward: to tell
> stories that have weight and meaning. It's saying things that mean things,
> and using the literature of the imagination to do it.
>
>      And that's something that each of us, and the writers who will come
> afterwards, are going to have to struggle with, to reinvent and make SF
> say
> what we need it to say.
>
>      Anyway.
>
>      Something that, after half a lifetime in this field and a lifetime as
> a reader, that I think worth mentioning and reminding people of, is that
> we
> are a community.
>
>      More than any field in which I've been involved, the people in the
> worlds of SF have a willingness to help each other, to help those who are
> starting out.
>
>      When I was 22, half a lifetime ago, I went to a Brian Aldiss signing
> at London's Forbidden Planet. After the signing, at the pub next door, I
> sat next to a dark, vaguely elfin gentleman named Colin Greenland who
> seemed to know a lot about the field and who, when I mentioned that I had
> written a handful of stories, asked to see them. I sent them to him, and
> he
> suggested a magazine that he'd done some work for that might publish it. I
> wrote to that magazine, cut the story down until it met their wordcount
> requirements, and they published it.
>
>      That short story being published meant more to me at the time than
> anything had up to that point, and was more glorious than most of the
> things that have happened since. (And Colin and I have stayed friends.
> About ten years ago, he sent me, without the author's knowledge, a short
> story by someone he'd met at a workshop named Susanna Clarke... but that's
> another story.)
>
>      So. Twenty two years ago.... Six months later I was in the process of
> researching my first genre book . It was a book of SF and Fantasy
> quotations, mostly the awful ones, called Ghastly Beyond Belief. [And here
> I wandered off into an extempore bit of quoting from Ghastly Beyond
> Belief,
> by me and Kim Newman, mostly about giant crabs. And space crabs too. I'm
> not going to try and reproduce it here, sorry.]
>
>      – and I found myself astonished and delighted by the response within
> the field. Fans and authors suggested choice works by authors they loved
> or
> didn't. I remember the joy of getting a postcard from Isaac Asimov telling
> me that he couldn't tell the good from the bad in his works, and giving me
> blanket permission to quote anything of his I wanted to.
>
>      I felt that I'd learned a real lesson back then, and it's one that
> continues to this day.
>
>      What I saw was that the people who make up SF, with all its feuds –
> the roots of most of which are, like all family feuds, literally,
> inexplicable – are still a family, and fundamentally supportive, and
> particularly supportive to the young and foolish.
>
>      We're here tonight because we love the field.
>
>      The Nebulas are a way of applauding our own. They matter because we
> say they matter, and they matter because we care.
>
>      They are something to which we can aspire. They are our way – the
> genre's way, the way of the community of writers – of thanking those who
> produced sterling work, those who have added to the body of SF, of
> Fantasy,
> of Speculative Fiction.
>
>      The Nebulas are a tradition, but that's not why they're important.
>
>      The Nebulas Awards are important because they allow the people who
> dream, who speculate, who imagine, to take pride in the achievements of
> the
> family of SF. They're important because these lucite blocks celebrate the
> ways that we, who create futures for a living, are creating our own future.
>
> --
> ((Udhay Shankar N)) ((udhay @ pobox.com)) ((www.digeratus.com))
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