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A quick mea culpa

In my post yesterday about the new look Meanjin and the Meanjin blog I omitted to mention the excellent work Jeff Sparrow and his team have been doing at Overland. It wasn’t a deliberate omission, but it was pretty remiss of me, not least because Overland began exploring the possibilities of the online environment more than a decade ago with Overland Express. That said, are there other sites I’ve forgotten? If there are please let me know.

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Meanjin: signal from noise?

MeanjinAfter the acrimony surrounding the absorption of Meanjin into MUP, and the departure of former editor Ian Britain, one could have been forgiven for thinking Sophie Cunningham had accepted a poisoned chalice when she took over as editor last year. I’m not sure anyone would think that now: despite a mildly controversial redesign the magazine seems to have gone from strength to strength under her editorship, a process which is clearly visible in the Winter issue (2/2008) which was launched at Sydney Writers’ Festival last week and features Ross Gibson’s quietly brilliant piece on William Dawes and Patyegarang, Katherine Wilson on the hoaxing of Keith Windschuttle and an interview with Christos Tsiolkas.

I’m obviously not an unbiased reader – I’ve known Sophie for a long time, and she’s published a couple of pieces by me in the new-look magazine – but what I find exciting about her version of Meanjin is its determination to drag the literary magazine into the 21st century. In doing that she’s obviously drawn inspiration from American magazines like McSweeney’s which have embraced the possibilities of advances in publishing technology to create magazines which reflect the omnivorousness of their interests in their physical form, and which are prepared to explore the possibilities opened up by zines and graphic forms such as comics. But she’s also clearly put a lot of effort into trying to reimagine the sort of writing one might find in a magazine such as Meanjin by including more life writing and memoir and commissioning pieces on television and broader questions about digital copyright and new media.

All of which brings us to the Meanjin blog, Spike, which has been going from strength to strength over recent weeks. Although News Ltd are about to launch some kind of new media venture under the stewardship of former Daily Telegraph Editor, David Penberthy, Australian media has handled the transition to digital strikingly badly. In contrast to newspapers such as The Guardian and The New York Times, which have devoted considerable time and energy to developing digital incarnations that embrace the possibilities of the medium by incorporating high-quality blogging and high levels of interactivity, the online versions of our newspapers are largely content to simply replicate their print versions online, albeit in a stripped back and dumbed down form.

This contrast is particularly acute in the context of the cultural pages of Australian newspapers and magazines, through which you can almost hear the tumbleweed blowing. Rather than using the cost pressures upon the print versions of these sections as an excuse to build more sophisticated online presences, Australian newspapers have been progressively scaling back their cultural content online.

Nor – although it must be said this is largely a matter of economics – have our literary magazines embraced the possibilities of digital publishing. There are some notable exceptions out in the blogosphere, where outfits like Larvatus Prodeo have found niches and occupied them with varying degrees of success. And in a slightly more formal context Inside Story is doing some good work, and The Monthly has set up its subscription-based Slow TV. But in general it’s fair to say that most of what’s out there is being done on the sniff of an oily rag by individual bloggers.

That alone would be reason to make Spike – which is already drawing on a pretty wide pool of contributors and producing the sort of steady stream of good material that makes individual bloggers like myself feel exhausted every time we look at it – stand out from the crowd. But what’s more interesting about it is the fact that rather than devoting their resources to reproducing the content from the print version of the magazine online, Meanjin has decided to create a separate entity which complements and extends the print version of the magazine by providing content specifically created for an online environment.

All of which makes the redesign of the physical magazine, and its preparedness to rethink how the medium might affect the message seem less about simply taking design cues from elsewhere and more about a really serious strategy to find a model which might contain good writing across a variety of media (a project that’s also visible in Sophie and the magazine’s enthusiastic and highly successful embrace of the possibilities of Twitter).

In and of itself the successful implementation of such a strategy would be interesting, but I suspect the current convulsions in the media landscape give it increasing urgency. As the newspapers stumble dinosaur-like towards their inevitable oblivion, the question of where the Australian cultural and literary conversation will occur is sharpening, and I’d have to say that at this point the forums aren’t exactly thick on the ground. I can name a slew of American sites such as The Second Pass, Salon, BookForum or The Millions, all of which offer access to writing about books and ideas of a very high standard, and which, to a greater or lesser degree, embrace the possibilities of the internet as a medium. By contrast, there are almost no Australian sites offering anything of the sort, nor – at least without considerable private or institutional backing – does it seem likely there will be any time soon.

I suspect some people will accuse me of cultural nationalism, but they’d be mistaken. All I’m saying is that it’s vital small countries, and in particular anglophone small countries with a long history as importers of culture, possess forums in which ideas and issues be discussed in context. Because without them we’ll be condemned to listening to other people’s conversations, without ever being able to have our own.

All of which makes the Meanjin experiment as important as it is interesting. Because while Meanjin isn’t going to be The Sydney Morning Herald of the future, I do think in it, and in Spike, it’s possible to see a model which suggests it is possible to mark out space for the Australian cultural conversation online without being either stuffy or parochial. And that’s something that really, really matters.

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Vale Jay Bennett

jay_bennett_1243334340_crop_360x284Sad news yesterday about the death of the brilliant and multi-talented Jay Bennett. Most famous for co-writing and playing guitar on Wilco’s second, third and fourth albums, Summerteeth, Being Thereand Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, the latter part of Bennett’s career was often overshadowed by the circumstances surrounding the breakdown of his relationship with Wilco frontman, Jeff Tweedy and his subsequent dismissal from the band (a process documented in some detail in the documentary, I Am Trying to Break Your Heart.

Despite the ongoing acrimony between Bennett and Tweedy – most recently Bennett commenced proceedings against Tweedy for breach of contract (an action complemented by the incredibly sad claim that he was taking the action because he needed hip replacement surgery he could not afford) – in the years after leaving Wilco Bennett went on to record five critically acclaimed solo albums, and was apparently working on a sixth at the time of his death. And, their continuing success notwithstanding, it has been difficult not to feel his absence has robbed Wilco of the edginess that lent the pop wizardry of those earlier albums its brilliance.

Details about Bennett’s death are a little sketchy, but according to a statement issued by his friend and collaborator, Edward Burch, “Jay died in his sleep and an autopsy is being performed. The family is in mourning and is unavailable for comment at this time”. Tweedy also issued a statement, saying, “We are all deeply saddened by this tragedy. We will miss Jay as we remember him – as a truly unique and gifted human being and one who made welcome and significant contributions to the band’s songs and evolution. Our thoughts go out to his family and friends in this very difficult time”.

A couple of clips featuring Bennett from I Am Trying to Break Your Heart can be seen below, The New York Times and The Guardian both have obituaries, and in The Chicago Tribune Greg Kot has compiled a (very) brief guide to the best of Bennett’s work. Bennett’s delicate and beautiful fifth solo album, 2008’s Whatever Happened I Apologize, is also available as a free download from www.rockproper.com.

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Health and Australian Society

I’m grateful to The New York Times’ Book Design Review for digging this wonderful cover from the 1970s out of Seven Hundred Penguins, the sequel to Penguin by Design: A Cover Story 1935-2005. What the Book Design Review misses is that the author of this magnificently liveried tome is actually Basil Hetzel, the discoverer of the link between iodine deficiency, goitre and cretinism, and one of the unsung heroes of human health, but I suppose they can’t be blamed too much for being mesmerized by the cover itself. After all, a hard-earned thirst needs a good cold beer . . .

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The Guardian does The Wire

thewireseason4I’ve just discovered Steve Busfield at The Guardian has begun a week-by-week, season-by-season blog covering every episode of The Wire. It’s up to the final of Season One at the moment, but if you want to read them in sequence, or you’re afraid of spoilers, you might want to start at the beginning.

It’s interesting, in a way, to observe the afterlife of The Wire. Despite famously failing to rate during its initial run on television (a claim I always find a little hard to square with the rather obviously inflating budgets of successive seasons) it has gone on to enjoy cult status on DVD and via download, a process which has only added to its rather cliquey, elite appeal (it should come as no surprise that after being bounced around the graveyard shift by the repulsive Channel 9, the ABC has recently announced it will repeat the series from Season One later this year).

For my part I’ve always felt slightly conflicted about the show. For all that I admire its ambition, the sheer richness of the characters and the unflinching nature of its social observation (Season Four, which concentrates on the school system and the children within it is almost physically distressing), I’m troubled by the self-consciousness of that same ambition, the unreconstructed gender politics and the oddly conventional visual style.

But all that said, it’s a show which holds within it moments of brilliance. Who could forget Ziggy finally coming unstuck in Season Two, or Poot and Bodie disposing of Wallace on Stringer and Avon’s orders in Season One? Or the transformation of Prez? Or Bodie and Poot and their girlfriends running into Herc and Carver and their girlfriends outside the cinema? Or McNulty and Bunk’s wonderful “motherf**cker” crime scene reconstruction? Or Omar? Or Bubbles? Or indeed the chillingly hilarious cold open to Season Four, in which Snoop drops into Walmart to buy a nailgun:

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And I suppose while I’m here I can’t pass up the chance to give the motherf**cker scene one more airing:

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Literary Prize gets it right?

The Good ParentsI was delighted to see Joan London’s The Good Parents, win the Christina Stead Award for Fiction at last night’s NSW Premier’s Awards. I think like many people I’d been assuming the award would go to Tim Winton for Breath, so to see Joan win was an unexpected delight.

Literary awards in Australia don’t tend to do much for sales, but I do hope this one leads at least a few people to The Good Parents because it’s a wonderful novel. Like her last, Gilgamesh, it’s a deceptively subtle work, which is at once intelligent and immensely compassionate, and which, in its way, reminds me of Marilynne Robinson at her best.

If you’d like to know more the Arts NSW website has links to an extract from the novel and an interview with Joan. And in place of the dead link they provide to the Sydney Morning Herald review you might want to check out the review at The New York Times.

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Revenge of the Doorstop

fatbookNow I don’t mean to carp, but what is it with 2009 and unreasonably fat books? It’s only May, and I’ve already had to wade my way through the 900-odd pages of 2666, the 1,000 (incredibly dense) pages of The Kindly Ones and the 600 or so of A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book. And this morning Hilary Mantel’s 600 page-plus Wolf Hall lands on my doorstep with an audible thud. Don’t these people have better things to do with their time?

Grrr.

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Thunder Road

I’m not quite sure why, but for a month or so before I got sick, I’d been listening almost exclusively to Bruce Springsteen. For the most part it had been mid-period and newer material – The River, Tunnel of Love, and Magic – but then a post by Pavlov’s Cat made me pull out my copies of a pair of albums I loved when I was 19 or 20, Born to Run and The Wild, The Innocent and the E-Street Shuffle.

I know that on later albums Springsteen found a depth and a range he probably only dreamed about in those early years, but I’m not sure he ever found his way back to the sheer joy and exaltation of those first three albums, their delight in the world as they found it,. And listening to them again I’m reminded incredibly powerfully of what it was like to feel all that certainty and purity of feeling, and of the person I was when this music was my life.

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Flu-like symptoms

fluIn my last post, a week and a half ago, I was banging on about how much I had planned for the next few weeks. A site rebuild, I airily promised, more links, high quality posting, and all soon. And then total silence fell.

Those who know me well will probably just shake their heads. But this time there’s a reason, and it wasn’t (sadly) that I’ve been busy crafting the first Ulysses of the digital age, it’s the rather more prosaic fact that I’ve been sick as a dog for the last week.

I’m not going to bore you all with the lurid details of my symptoms, but I did want to say sorry for the silence, and to say I’ll be posting again soon. And to apologize to all the people who’ve commented or sent me messages over the past ten days or so for my non-response, which was simply a function of being in no condition to even think about sitting up at a computer (or indeed sitting up at all a fair bit of the time). But I’m still here, and I hope things will be flowing again soon.

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