Introduction

Oh my, what a mess. There are a few good things that you can say about Torcon 3. One is that it was a classic example of how hard it is to wreck the event, no matter how bad the management. The combination of thousands of fans determined to have a good time, hundreds of whom are now adept at the mysterious art of Invisible Mending of Broken Conventions meant that a good time was had by most people on site. You can also say that Torcon made ConJosé look really good, but I have this horrible feeling that it was also an example of what ConJosé could have been like if a few of us had not launched a coup a couple of months out.

As usual, this September issue of Emerald City has an awful lot of Worldcon coverage, most of it very depressing. But there is some very good news in the section on the Hugos, and all of the usual book reviews are available. There are some seriously good books in this issue. So if you want to skip the Worldcon stuff, go right ahead.

But before you do, if you haven’t already been checking out the web site, go take a look at the fabulous artwork that Frank Wu has done for me. It is linked directly off the home page. Thank you, Frank!

In this issue

Watching the Wheels Fall Off – Worldcon in Toronto reinvents some classic conrunning mistakes

Torcon Hugo Analysis – Cheryl’s in-depth look at those confusing voting figures

Scientists Behaving Badly – Neal Stephenson re-writes the 17^th Century

Fighting Fashionistas – Tricia Sullivan gets some action in down at the maul

From Russia with Hope – Liz Williams delves deeply into central Asia

A Sick Mind – Jeff Vandermeer spreads sickness and corruption amongst innocent authors

It’s The Wolf! – Neil Gaiman finds scary things in the walls

Ring of Freedom – Cherith Baldry’s tale of slavery, sex and religion in Venice

Land of the Lost – Steve Cockayne produces a very confusing fantasy

Book of Thorns – Greg Keyes finds danger in a fantasy forest

Of Beasts and Men – Isabel Allende finds nobility up the Orinoco

Short Stuff – Short fiction from Ursula Le Guin and others

Two Years or Three – Tom Whitmore gives his side of the current WSFS hot potato

Miscellany – All those Worldcon award results

Footnote – the end

Watching the Wheels Fall Off

In Worldcon terms, Toronto pretty much ran into a perfect storm. A lot of this was their own fault, and much else an alarming combination of circumstances. Let’s start with the avoidables first.

There are two main things that generally act to prevent Worldcon committees from getting it right. The first is the presence in the convention city of a large and successful annual con. In this case the major cause of trouble was probably Toronto Trek, which these days is by no means only a Trek con and which attracts some 2,000 people every year. You might think that this means that there would be a large group of experienced conrunners willing and ready to work on the Worldcon. Far from it.

Worldcon is different. Although only twice the size of Toronto Trek, it stretches traditional conrunning practice beyond the breaking point. Through bitter experience we have learned that it needs a whole extra level of management or it will fall apart. Also it has an international committee, something that people who only work on local cons have little experience of. And large local cons generally have very predictable budgets and are able to give staff free memberships. You can’t do that with a Worldcon because you’d risk a major and messy bankruptcy if anything went wrong. So having a large local con doesn’t give you the knowledge and experience you need to run a Worldcon, it fools you into thinking that you have it already.

In addition, some of the Toronto Trek people were outraged that important folks like themselves were expected to buy memberships to Worldcon; never mind that the likes of Larry Niven and Bob Silverberg ("who are they?") had bought theirs. This again is by no means unique to Toronto. We get it from some BayCon regulars too.

The second major problem that Toronto suffered is that old chestnut of "we don’t want to run an Evil American Con, we are going to run a British/Australian/Canadian one instead." There was an enormous amount of reluctance amongst some of the Torcon 3 committee to take advice, especially if it came from Americans. This is sad, because ConAdian in 1994 was a wonderfully effective international operation. The Winnipeg folks knew that they could not cope by themselves and accepted help willingly. Toronto failed to learn that lesson in time.

Doubtless a lot of the blame for the problems of the convention will fall on the shoulders of the con chair, Peter Jarvis. However, this would be somewhat unfair. Peter is a very nice guy, and very early on in the process it became clear that he had been chosen as chairman for precisely that reason. A Worldcon chair needs to be widely respected and able to take decisions. Peter was chosen because he was widely liked and would be reluctant to take difficult decisions, especially if they involved upsetting anyone. Probably the various factions in Toronto fandom all thought that they could bully him into doing what they wanted. In addition Peter had to work with one hand tied behind his back by his Board of Directors. Rumor has it that any expenditure over CA$1000 (about US$730) had to be approved by the Board. This is absurd, and represents a ridiculous level of micro-management. As a comparison, the similar approval point for ConJosé was US$50,000.

And then fate took a hand. There was SARS. There was mad cow disease (never mind that it was in Alberta, many fans are seriously geographically challenged). The US dollar tanked on world markets, resulting in an effective 12.5% price increase for Americans visiting Canada between ConJosé and Torcon. One of the convention’s Guests of Honor, Frank Kelly Freas, broke his hip and had to cancel (Frank is OK, he just can’t travel). And two weeks before the con there was a major power outage. This sort of trouble would have stretched an efficient con committee. For an inexperienced group that was working poorly together and that, by the time of the power outage, was in major crisis mode, it was a disaster. More of this later, but first some literary stuff.

I got to Toronto on Wednesday morning and hit the ground running. There was a one-day academic conference on Canadian SF taking place at the Toronto Public Library (which also houses the famous Merril Collection of SF books and magazines). Had I known earlier I would have come in on Tuesday so that I could have attended the whole thing, because it was very good.

The Guest of Honor, believe it or not, was Margaret Atwood. Given some of the things she has said about SF over the past couple of months you might have expected her to have run a mile from such an event, but there she was happily participating. Sadly I missed her opening speech as I was still in the air. Peter Halasz tells me that Atwood claims the whole dispute has been a misunderstanding. I’m not entirely convinced by this, because it wasn’t an isolated incident. She repeated her disdain for SF in several interviews and on her web site. However, I now think I understand how her thought processes are going.

Because I was scheduled to appear on a panel on the future of Feminist SF, I decided to tackle Atwood during the afternoon coffee break and ask her about The Handmaid’s Tale. Much to my surprise, she claimed that it wasn’t feminist SF because it depicts a world in which men still rule. She admitted that it contained feminist messages, but apparently this did not make it feminist SF. Based on that it occurs to me that Atwood is someone who has very narrow definitions of what is what, and who sticks to them rigidly, often in the face of all evidence to the contrary. That would be very fannish of her, and it might explain why what she means by "science fiction" is totally at odds with what the rest of us mean.

It is rather a shame that neither John Clute nor Robert Sawyer made it to the conference, both of them being Canadians who have savaged Oryx and Crake in reviews. Sawyer commented to me during the con that Atwood had no issues with having The Blind Assassin described as a mystery novel, and was happy to accept awards for it on that basis. He mischievously suggested that the reason Atwood wanted to distance herself from SF was because she knew that Orxy and Crake did not compare well with good quality SF writing.

The conference had some very good papers (so congratulations to organizer, Allan Weiss). I was particularly interested in Dominick Grace’s piece on Phyllis Gotlieb. I had been impressed with Gotlieb’s work on Mindworlds, which I reviewed last issue, and from what Grace said it sounds that the book is merely part of a richly imagined and well argued vision of a galactic empire. I had hoped to pick up some of Gotlieb’s earlier work at Torcon, but sadly I could not find any of her earlier novels in the Dealers’ Room.

After the conference I had dinner with Veronica Hollinger, Andrew Butler and couple of new friends, Adam Guskowski and Stuart Chamberlain. Veronica directed us to an Indian restaurant with the unlikely name of Woodlands. It turned out to be very good. If you are looking for a good curry in Toronto, it is on College just west of University.

Meanwhile, back with the burgeoning train wreck that was Worldcon. I turned up to register on Thursday morning to discover that there were no souvenir books, no pocket program books, and no ribbons. The registration people were handing out little tickets to everyone with the promise that you could collect the additional documentation when (if) it arrived.

There were program grids available for Thursday’s events, but most folks seemed to have very little faith in them, and no one had any idea what was going to happen on Friday. Pre-con I had been scheduled for two Friday panels. My program participant pack contained a schedule that included only one of them, despite the fact that I’d had confirmation that I was still on both two days earlier.

SMOFdom assembled was, of course, in a state of chronic catatonia as a result of the absence of the traditional con ribbons. The story was that they had been shipped in good time, but had been turned back by Canadian customs because of faulty documentation. They had then been sent back to the factory in Texas whence they came and were currently on their way back again. Oh dear.

Thankfully both pocket programs and ribbons turned up on Thursday afternoon. By the evening I had seen a copy of the souvenir book. Pat McMurray was facing the need to print many copies of the WSFS Constitution for Friday morning’s WSFS Business Meeting if the souvenir book did not turn up. Having more reason that most of us to care, he had been following developments and had acquired a copy as soon as they arrived at the loading dock. So all was sort of well by Friday, except that programming was still in complete chaos.

The pocket program that arrived on Thursday afternoon was little more than an historical curiosity. It did contain the usual maps of the facilities, though they were printed so small that they were almost impossible to read. But the panel timings and make-up may yet get a few literary awards for Best Fantasy. Program Operations were issuing complete new grids each morning, and even those sometimes contained mistakes, though far less of them towards the end of the con.

So what went wrong? One of the obvious causes was that the program participant form came out late and was massively over-complicated. Terry Fong, the head of Programming, tells me that a lot of people liked the form, but I cannot for the life of me see why. Kevin and I, who are both software professionals, saw it as a classic example of geek obsession over usability. Both Liz Williams and John Clute complained to me that they found it hard to use, and were relieved when I said that I did too. I’m sure that a lot of program participants ended up telling programming the wrong thing because they misunderstood the form.

The first draft of the program appeared on the web site in mid-August. This was way too late. Normally Worldcon program divisions try to get it out early in July at the latest. This gives time for a couple of rounds of changes and corrections as scheduling conflicts are discovered and participants request changes to fit their personal schedule or preferences. Torcon had no time for that, and therefore it was inevitable that what went into the pocket program would be full of errors. They might have been able to buy a little time for corrections if their publications people hadn’t been in crisis mode as well (see later) but as it was they were hosed long before they got to the con. It was a classic train wreck. You could see the two locomotives headed towards each other on the same line, you knew that they could not stop in time, and that disaster was inevitable.

Consequently, when we got to the convention, there were a lot of very confused program participants. I have bitched a bit in the web log about what happened to me, but I was by no means the only one. My friend James Daugherty was listed as being on program even thought he had told Torcon that he would not be attending. Michael Swanwick was listed for five panels: he wasn’t there either. Isaac Asimov was down for one panel, but he got there, albeit as a recording. Liz Williams had mysteriously been allocated to a panel called "how to be an artist." John Clute, Liz Hand and China Miéville were also listed on panels that they had said that they could not attend or did not want to be on. I’m sure that they would like me to pass on their apologies to any disappointed fans.

Of course by the end of the convention we discovered that people even more important than Clute and China had been irritated to distraction by Torcon’s programming, and were sufficiently angry to say so very publicly. More of this later.

So why was everything running so late? When I spoke to Terry Fong on Monday night he was very up front about the whole thing. He kept using phrases like "out of my depth" and "didn’t find out until it was too late." He had never programmed anything the size of a Worldcon before, and he had little idea what he was letting himself in for. There is no doubt that he presided over a screaming disaster, but then again it is hard to see how the people who appointed him could have expected him to get it right.

Probably the most serious mistake that Fong made was not to use any of the established, proven convention programming software that is available from various fannish sources. Instead the Torcon scheduling was done in an Excel spreadsheet. There was presumably some sort of database back end, but I’m told that Program Operations suffered all sorts of software glitches during the convention. This message should be repeated loud and clear to every future Worldcon. There is software out there. You don’t need to write your own. And you should certainly not be trying to write your own at the last minute.

Another major error is that all of the individual program sub-committees apparently scheduled their own panels independently. This works OK if and only if each stream of programming has its own set of rooms and if you can guarantee that no one who is in, say, a literary program item, is not also on a political item, or doing a reading, a signing or a kaffeklatsch. In other words, on a large convention it is a completely dumb idea and liable to lead to all sorts of silly scheduling problems.

Meanwhile, back with Program Operations, both Fong and his deputy, Alex von Thorn, expressed their admiration and gratitude for the head of that department, Tammy Coxen. Just as Janice Gelb almost single-handedly rescued programming at Aussiecon III, Tammy's team gradually brought the program under control. Janice and Jim Mann were members of that team (and also Emerald City's Anne Murphy). By Saturday night it was solid enough that they issued schedule sheets for both Sunday and Monday. Without Tammy and her colleagues, Torcon’s programming would have been on a par with the legendary Nolacon disaster. Toronto has some good opportunities for food and tourism, but it is not exactly New Orleans. I suppose we could have all taken a day trip to Niagara Falls. But instead a bunch of experienced conrunners who were determined not to let a Worldcon fail pulled the fat out of the fire. At ConJosé Kevin and Tom handed out "Hero" ribbons to people who had worked particularly hard on the con. If the same sort of thing exists for Torcon, Tammy Coxen should be first in line to receive one.

[Neepery note: the usual job of Program Operations is to make sure that the program runs well on the day. They do things like sending out the guys with the "5 Minutes" cards, and inevitably there are occasional last minute problems that require minor schedule changes. Program Ops does not normally have anything to do with creating the program or with the initial scheduling process. But they have to do it on the fly when they inherit a disaster.]

I would also like to put in a good word for Terry Fong. Yes, he presided over a disaster, but he put his hand up and admitted it. "The buck stops here", he told me, "I owe fandom an apology." Given that most of the Torcon committee were busily blaming each other for what went wrong, Fong’s attitude is refreshing. Furthermore, I discovered later that Fong’s mother had died earlier this year and that he was executor of her will. Terry made no attempt to use this as an excuse. He didn’t even mention it in his conversation with me. I only found out because Alex von Thorn asked me not to be too hard on Fong because he had other demands on his time. This is clearly an area where Torcon’s senior management was at fault. Peter Jarvis should have known that Fong had other priorities and should have kept a much closer eye on him that would normally have been necessary. Personally I don’t think that someone as inexperienced as Fong should have been given the job in the first place, and alarm bells should have rung in Peter’s mind long before programming got into crisis.

One of the strangest stories of the convention was how Cliff Goldstein, the manager of the Trailer Park, came to be fired. The Trailer Park is the part of the con where movie trailers and excepts are shown. Goldstein was in charge of selecting the material, and fans attending an afternoon session were horrified to discover explicit sex scenes in the material. There were children in the audience. OK, so it was anime, not real people, but even so…

It turns out that Goldstein was hired directly by Peter Jarvis before the Programming management were in position. Subsequently both Terry Fong and Alex von Thorn begged Jarvis for permission to fire Goldstein on account of his unsavory reputation in local fandom, most particularly because of his habit of making improper suggestions to female fans. Jarvis, who as I have already said is too nice to upset people, would not allow them to do it. So he ended up having to do it at the con instead.

Members of the Torcon committee are still wondering what the "adult content" material that Goldstein was planning to show in the evening might have been.

The one name that came up more than any other in my conversations with angry members of the Torcon committee was that of Michelle Boyce, the head of Publications. I’ll get to the rest of the pre-con story in a minute, but for now I want to focus on what happened in the month leading up to the convention. According to one senior Torcon staffer, Ms. Boyce took a week’s holiday, incommunicado, in August. There was also another week when she was uncontactable due to problems with her cell phone. Just under two weeks out, with the Program Book and Souvenir Book not yet at the printers, Ms. Boyce resigned very noisily and publicly on the committee mailing list. She had a few choice words to say about most of the rest of the committee, including Peter Jarvis, along the way. Part of the reason for the blow-up was that she had inserted comments into a draft of the pocket program book blaming Fong for the delays in production.

Boyce did eventually deliver the two missing publications to the printers, but Peter was left scrambling to find people to take over the at-con Publications duties. As usual, fandom at large immediately volunteered to help. Chris Barkley, who wasn’t even planning to attend the convention, offered to come and run Press Office, and Mike Nelson volunteered to run the newsletter. Chris spent the next week or so frantically pulling together a press pack and emailing various journalists (no press contact having been made prior to the con). Mike was busy with things like trying to find some photocopiers so that there was something on which to print the newsletter.

I have not been able to substantiate the rumor that Boyce deliberately sabotaged the Torcon message board. However, it did go down mysteriously just after she resigned, and it did apparently reside on her server. Boyce apparently claimed that it was a technical problem. Another informant suggested to me that the board was closed down on the orders of the Torcon senior management because they were afraid that discussion of the committee’s internal feuds might find its way onto the board.

A few days later Ms. Boyce graciously announced to the committee that she had withdrawn her resignation and would be resuming her duties. Peter Javis was probably as surprised as anyone else, especially as Boyce had been removed from the committee email bounce. Her message was posted for her by Larry Hancock, who is a member of the Torcon Board, so it all sounded very official. The fact that Mr. Hancock is the significant other of Ms. Boyce presumably had nothing whatsoever to do with this.

I understand that Peter was not too keen on taking Boyce back, but with Hancock being one of his bosses he was under pressure to do so. Over the weekend Mike Nelson still thought he was running newsletter. On Monday he was travelling and out of contact. When he arrived in Toronto on Tuesday he discovered that he had apparently talked things over with Boyce on Monday and had agreed to let her take charge of the newsletter again. Understandably, Mike has no recollection of this conversation with Boyce, he having been in the air at the time, but under the circumstances he decided that it might be a good idea not to press the point.

At this juncture I’d like you all to think back to the events surrounding ConJosé last year. As you may remember, there was a significant amount of in-fighting a couple of months out. The most serious casualty of this was Michael Siladi, who was summarily fired by Tom Whitmore for his part in the dispute. Siladi had more cause than most to be angry about what had happened. He was also a member of ConJosé’s board of directors. He had supporters on the board and could have made life much more difficult for Tom and Kevin than he actually did. But instead he accepted a junior position with Kathryn Daugherty in the programming division and worked his butt off to make sure that, unlike certain conventions I could mention, we had a solid program schedule by the start of the con. Possibly Ms. Boyce and Mr. Hancock might like to reflect on this, and perhaps come to the conclusion that Siladi’s actions were rather more honorable than theirs, and certainly far more in the best interests of the convention.

Oh, and let’s not forget what went on well before the convention. People with a bit of experience could tell right from the start that Boyce was trouble, because she kept on telling everyone how she was a professional in the publishing industry and did not need any advice from mere fans. Being a professional apparently included being unable to keep the costs of the publications down. This is a problem in Canada, which is why Conadian in 1994 got a lot of its printing and posting done in the US. Interaction, the Glasgow Worldcon, is doing the same thing, as the majority of their members are expected to come from the US. Torcon elected not to do this, at ruinous expense. (Kevin has calculated that merely posting PR#6 from Canada cost Torcon over US$4000 more than the equivalent cost of posting from within the US.) I don’t suppose the fact that the printer they used was a personal friend of Ms. Boyce had anything to do with this. However, it has been suggested to me that other members of the con committee sought out a local printer who could do the pocket program in less than half the time and at less than half the cost of Boyce’s printer, only to discover that Boyce had committed the con to her deal and had paid in full in advance.

The souvenir book, although late, was impressively large. Unfortunately that was about the only thing impressive about it. The print quality was awful, although I understand that this was the fault of Ms. Boyce’s friendly printer rather than the souvenir book editor. For some reason there was no art by Frank Kelly Freas in the book, aside from some background in photos of him and material about the Merril collection, whose logo he drew. The usual Worldcon tradition is to have the artist Guest of Honor do your cover. I have had one report that Kelly did produce some art but the Torcon committee rejected it due to what they deemed excessive mammary exposure.

One of the casualties of the cost of publications was that Torcon put a cap on the number of pages of fannish advertising it was prepared to accept for the Souvenir Book. Apparently the usual fannish page rate was well below the cost of printing a page, because of the excessively high price charged by the printer. Consequently I was rather surprised to see that there were over 20 pages of material about local fan groups and conventions. Normally you do a few pages of this stuff, but nowhere near the quantity that Torcon did.

Something that souvenir books have persistently messed up is the Worldcon history list. Sometimes they just blow it completely, like ConJosé did last year. Other times they fall victim to lobbying by various persons who insist that they were secretly co-chairs of past Worldcons and must be included in the list. This year we decided to get it right. There is a formal WSFS committee whose job it is to adjudicate all of the various disputes and produce a definitive copy of this list. This can then be presented to souvenir book editors to make sure that they get it right. And what did we get in return? A snide remark from the editor, Cheryl Freedman, to the effect that she had been forced to print all this stuff and implying that she would have liked to cut most of it. This, together with her bitching in her introduction about Howard Waldrop and John Hertz not submitting their GoH biographies (of George Martin and Mike Glyer respectively) electronically is a classic example of the arrogance and lack of respect for Worldcon that rather too many of the Torcon committee exhibited. To them this was not a Worldcon, it was a large Toronto convention that the rest of us had been lucky enough to be invited to attend. I’m mildly surprised that they didn’t award the Auroras on Saturday night and relegate the Hugos to some tiny back room. I’m sure they probably considered it.

The Restaurant Guide looked to be very good, though I never got the chance to put it to use. It covered a lot of establishments (none of which were in Las Vegas, thank goodness) and had a very clear layout showing you immediately whether the restaurant was handicapped accessible, allowed smoking, took credit cards, required reservations and so on. The excellence of the information was somewhat marred by some very strange choices of font color (black on dark gray?), but a lot of thought and work had gone into the production. There was, of course, no map. But this was not Marah Searle-Kovacevic’s fault. She had provided one, but it got lost in the production process.

When Boyce resigned, one of the jobs that had not yet been done was to post Progress Report #6. This was the Progress Report that told you useful things like you might need a visa to visit Canada and that it would be wise to apply 6 weeks in advance. I believe the PR was scheduled for publication in July. A copy was available on the convention web site in mid-August and a lot of people downloaded it from there. And after Boyce resigned, Torcon spent a lot of money posting it (from Canada — see the comments on the ruinous cost of this above). Many members, including me, did not get it before leaving for the convention.

Progress Report #7, which was due to mail in August, never saw the light of day.

I should add at this point that the newsletter that Boyce produced at the convention was a competent if unexciting piece of work. She did repeat the idiotic idea of using a folded format, and inevitably the folding machinery on the copiers broke down causing much volunteer time to be wasted folding copies by hand. But we got eight issues in ample quantities and I didn’t spot any major inaccuracies. Also Chris Barkley said that Boyce was very helpful and cooperative despite his having been appointed to a job she had intended to keep to herself. (I won’t comment on the wisdom of trying to run Press Office and Newsletter at the same time.) There were things that Boyce did well, but overall her impact on the convention appeared to have been very negative. I noticed that she never wore a badge during the convention. Perhaps she didn’t want people to know who she was.

No, no, this is just too embarrassing. I don’t want to talk about it. Suffice it to say that if a major publishing house offers you sponsorship it is a good idea to treat them with courtesy and respect, and not to assume that you can produce marketing material on their behalf without consulting them.

I know that a few Random House employees read Emerald City, and I want to assure you folks that what happened at Torcon is an aberration. Most Worldcon committees would never, ever behave like this.

You would have thought that it would be hard to completely mess up Worldcon opening ceremonies. All you need is a big room with lots of seats, some Guests of Honor to introduce, and a chairman to welcome everyone. Torcon, however, managed to concoct what could have been a very serious incident.

Some clever person had decided that the opening ceremonies would be followed immediately by a Spider Robinson concert. That’s a nice idea, Spider being a good musician. However, to make it happen more easily they took most of the chairs out of the room. So we ended up with 1000+ people crammed tightly together either standing or sitting on the floor. Kurt Siegel, who was our safety officer at ConJosé, was horrified. It was clear that there was no Fire Marshall. If there had been the whole event would have been closed down immediately. By good fortune, nothing terrible happened. We just had a whole lot of really grumpy and sore fans. But it could have been so much worse.

The ceremony itself went OK. Kevin discharged his last formal duty as co-chair of ConJosé (Tom Whitmore was sadly unable to attend). In the great traditional of Bay Area silliness, Dave Clark presented Peter Jarvis with a ceremonial toaster. Some truly awful puns were committed (I know, I wrote them). Spider did a great job of introducing George Martin, the absent Kelly Freas, and Mike Glyer. Unfortunately he miscounted the number of Hugos that George had won, and George took every opportunity to remind him, good-naturedly, of this error throughout the rest of the con.

A surprise appearance was the Ghost of Honor, Robert Bloch, who materialized on a balcony and addressed the assembled throng. As usual with the dead, he went on rather too long, but it was good of him to make the effort.

OK, enough of the depressing stuff for a while. Let’s take a look at the site. The Metro Toronto Convention Centre is situated in downtown Toronto at the foot of the giant CN Tower and next door to the Skydome, the home of the Blue Jays baseball team. It is, in many ways, an ideal location for a Worldcon. There are plenty of places to get food, ranging from posh restaurants down to hot dog stalls. And there is an excellent public transit system that allowed the more adventurous fans to seek out restaurants in places like China Town and Greek Town.

I note in passing that the existence of hot dog stalls on the pavement outside the Convention Centre was a potential cost to the con. The Convention Centre did have food outlets inside the halls and as part of their contract the con was obliged to guarantee a certain level of revenue from those outlets. If the assembled fans did not eat enough Convention Centre food then the con would be obliged to make up the difference. Given that various fans have commented to me on the excellence of both the burgers and the fries at the pavement stalls, the con may be called on under that contract.

It was also clear that the Fairmont Royal York was a very good headquarters hotel. It had a lot of function space, and beautiful architecture, though its age did mean that the rooms were a little small. Dave Langford and Paul Barnett complained to me about the quality of the beer in the bar, but they easily found alternative watering holes. And most importantly the party suites were all on the first two bedroom floors (actually the 5^th and 6^th floors by American numbering — I did say that there was a lot of function space). This meant that it was possible to party-hop by stairs should it have been necessary. Fortunately, however, it wasn’t. There were ample elevators, they didn’t have to travel far, and the only times that there were major queues were immediately after the Hugos and Masquerade let out on Saturday and Sunday evenings.

The only thing that the Royal York got wrong was blocking of party areas. A depressingly large number of mundane guests were billeted in amongst the party areas and fans who had asked for rooms on the party floors did not get them. This is always a problem at Worldcons, but with only two party floors it is difficult to understand why things went quite so pear-shaped this time.

I’d also like to add some praise for the Toronto Hilton, which is where I stayed. It wasn’t an official con hotel, but it was $20/night cheaper and I had sufficient Hilton points to get two nights free. I ate one evening meal in the hotel restaurant, and it was one of the best meals I have ever had in any restaurant in the world. I discovered later that the head chef was also the captain of the Canadian culinary team, and that one of his assistants was also a member of that team. It showed.

I didn’t get to a lot of panels at Torcon because I was busy helping with the International Rescue operation, but I did do a few and some of them were very good.

You might think that a panel on science fiction and academia would be a minority interest at a Worldcon. Clearly the Torcon programming staff did, because they put it in a room that seated no more than 50 and as it turned out over 100 attended. And that doesn’t count those people who saw all of the crowds and chickened out (Mr. Butler, Ms. Hollingsworth). I mean, Nalo Hopkinson, Candas Jane Dorsey and Scott Westerfeld were sat on the floor. How often do you see that?

Anyway, it was a great panel. Lots of interesting discussion about the role of SF in schools and universities. It really sounds like we are starting to win the culture war there. Nalo was particularly pleased to announce that she had just got a job to teach a writing course at the University of British Colombia, an establishment that not too many years ago would not allow her to be a student because she wrote that SF crap.

The Sunburst Award is a judged award for Canadian science fiction and fantasy. That makes it somewhat similar to the Arthur C. Clarke Award, except that the Clarke is for any book published in the UK whereas the Sunburst is for any work by a Canadian, regardless of where it is published. The Award is relatively new, being in its third year. You can find out more at the web site.

As with any panel about a judged award, much of the discussion concerned the question of how the judges reach a decision. Do they really read every book that is submitted? Of course not, with many of them you can tell after a couple of paragraphs that it is not a contender. Is there a formal vote with a set of rules for determining the winner? Preferably not. That is a path to a potential result that no one wants. Consensus building is a much better option (although of course you may always find one judge who refuses to be part of a consensus).

There is an open question as to whether judged awards are better than popular vote awards. The panelists (including Clute, Nalo and Candas) seemed to think so, but then as ex-judges they would be expected to have faith in their work. Generally I would have said that both types of awards have their place, and that the Hugos and Locus Awards, being popular votes amongst a fairly select electorate, often manage the best of both worlds. Of course the results of this year’s fiction Hugos have seriously strained my belief in that dictum.

This panel was in some ways a mirror image of the academia event, in that it was in a room that seated at least 100 and there were only 12 people in the audience. This meant it was up to big mouth Cheryl to ask questions. Fortunately I had one prepared.

At the recent Edinburgh Festival M. John Harrison was invited to participate in a judging panel for a film competition. Mike freely admits that he knows very little about movie production, but he was surprised and delighted at how much respect he got from the film professionals on the panel and how valuable they found his outsider insights. So Harrison has been musing about whether we should get some outsiders on SF judging panels. I asked his question for him.

The answer from the Sunburst folks was equivocal. I was pleased to note that they do make an effort to include one non-genre writer on the judging panel each year. Nalo and Candas both said that they found this useful. On the other hand the panel was unanimous in asserting that the award was for excellence in literature and that therefore they would not want anyone on the panel who did not understand how to identify such excellence. In other words, they would not accept a judge from outside of the publishing industry.

As I mentioned in my coverage of the academic conference, I was originally scheduled to be on a panel about the future of Feminist SF. I was really looking forward to this. I accepted the assignment even though it was an evening panel and I had asked not to be put on panels in the evening. I got confirmation that I was on the panel 2 days before the con. But when I got there my program participant pack made no mention of it. What had happened?

Of course I had no way of telling. The schedule was in such chaos that anything could have happened. All I could do (short of annoying the undoubtedly overstressed Program Ops staff) was wait for the Friday schedule. So Friday arrived, and the panel was not at the allotted time. It was in the early afternoon instead. I wasn’t on it. Neither were two of the other original panelists. There were four new people on it. Only Ctein had survived from the original version.

I went to the panel anyway because I was interested to see what was said (and because I had this input from Margaret Atwood that I hoped I could get in somehow). Lisa Tuttle, one of the other original panelists, turned up too. Three of the new panelists said that they had no idea why they were on the panel. They hadn’t asked to be on it, and they hadn’t prepared anything. The fourth did not turn up. That is a measure of how much chaos programming was in on Friday.

As it turned out, the panel didn’t work too well. A huge amount of time was wasted going over old arguments about "what is Feminism?" No, you do not have to be a butch dyke and want to kill all men in order to be a Feminist. I thought we would be over that by now. And ladies, I know that we all have things to be angry about; sometimes very angry. But is it really necessary to shout all the time? I came away from that panel with a splitting headache.

However, we did manage to get some decent discussion in, so let’s summarize where I think we are.

First of all, Margaret Atwood was absolutely right when she said to me that there was still a great need for Feminist fiction. The Handmaid’s Tale may seem somewhat far-fetched, but look at how women were treated under the Taleban. Perhaps more pertinently, look how easily hard-won civil rights vanished in a matter of months in the USA under the guise of "Homeland Security."

Less dramatically, attitudes don’t seem to have changed much. I see this a lot at work (and sometimes on con committees). I can talk until I am blue in the face at meetings, but many of the men present don’t appear to hear a word I say. Yet if one of them makes the same points that I have been making they get all excited and tell him what a clever chap he is. No, the need for Feminism is not over.

Having said that, much of what was written in the field of Feminist SF back in the 70s was a product of rage and frustration. It had a role at the time, and it may still have a role in the future. But rage is not a terribly useful debating technique, and if we want to make our point we need to do so in a more constructive and/or subtle manner. See the review of Tricia Sullivan’s Maul later in this issue for an example.

I could go on about this at great length, but I have a Worldcon to report upon.

This one was very nearly a Torcon rarity. SMOFish legend has it that only four panels at the infamous 1988 Nolacon were unchanged from the original schedule. I understand that someone at Torcon had counted five unchanged panels. This one almost made it. It was in the right room, at the right time on the right day, and four of the original panelists were on it. We had been expecting Steve Jackson (US, of Steve Jackson Games), but we got Bill Fawcett, a computer game designer instead.

The audience was heartwarming. Given that the topic of the panel was economics, I was surprised to see around 110 in a 100-seat room. Maybe this was because the panel was actually as advertised. As usual for Torcon, no moderator had been assigned, so our first job was to elect one. (One story I have heard is that moderators were assigned but the information was lost in one of the database crashes.) James Barclay pointed out that I was wearing a hat that said "bloody idiot" on it (Melbourne readers will understand this, for everyone else it is left as an exercise). And being a power-crazed lunatic I immediately accepted the job.

I had originally asked to be on this panel because it had one of the stupidest panel blurbs I have ever seen. The person who came up with the panel idea seemed to think that the existence of magic and dragons would somehow cause the fundamental laws of economics to change. This, if you think about it, is rather like saying that the existence of aliens and spaceships will change the laws of physics, which as all good engineering officers know, you canna do. Thankfully all of my fellow panelists agreed with me, and we got down to a useful and animated discussion of how the laws of economics affect fantasy worlds, and how good application of those laws can help you write better books and games.

The game angle was particularly interesting. I had to encourage Bill Fawcett to let the rest of the panel get a word in occasionally, but there is no doubt that a computer game that gets its economics wrong is in deep trouble so Bill’s contribution was invaluable. Bill and game-book author Ed Greenwood had also worked with TSR, and we were regaled with entertaining stories about treasure inflation. Yes, you are right, the Bag of Holding was invented precisely to allow adventurers to carry all of the loot that they picked up.

All in all, it went very well. There were some excellent contributions from the audience, and everyone seemed very jazzed at the end. It is one of the best panels that I have ever participated in.

So how many Worldcon programs have included an official wedding ceremony? Probably this was the first. Ontario has recently passed a law legalizing same-sex marriages, and the convention put space aside for a group ceremony. Four happy couples tied the knot, and Rob Gates tells me that he knows of at least two other couples who had private ceremonies over the weekend. I’m not sure if that includes Janis Ian, who is a Worldcon addict now having been lured to MilPhil by Mike Resnick. Ian married her long-time partner, Patricia Snyder, in Toronto and the pair honeymooned at Worldcon.

I didn’t get to the Auroras. I had meant to, honest. But the actual ceremony wasn’t on the program grid. There was a pre-ceremony reception, but that was listed under the wrong room. By the time I found out when and where the actual ceremony was, I was in no mood to be told that it was going to be at least 2 hours long. There are only 10 Auroras. We get through 13 Hugos and all of the hanger-on awards in two hours.

Anyway, the full results are in the Miscellany section. I was pleased to see Don Bassie win, because I like his web site, though I was very disappointed for Lloyd and Yvonne Penney. Perhaps the most interesting result in the Auroras was that Robert Sawyer’s Hominids was beaten by Karl Schroeder’s Permanence. As Sawyer pointed out to me on Monday, this means that it can’t have been home field advantage that gave him a Hugo. Given the choice, the Canadians prefer Schroeder.

Before I get on to talking about the major events I should say a few quick words about use of space. The Convention Centre apparently has a very nice theatre with raked seating and a proper stage. There have been various explanations as to why we didn’t use this, including cost and number of available seats. The room was not gazumped by the Canadian Idol TV show, Torcon 3 had already decided not to use it.

Instead one of the main exhibition halls was converted into a theatre, so we got a temporary stage and folding chairs. So it goes, we have survived that before. However, due to a combination of layout and cost, only one set of escalators was available for exit after the events. And local city regulations stated that one of those always had to be running up, even if we desperately needed it to go down. There were other escalators in the building, but using them would have required taking people out past the Art Show and Dealers’ Room and that would have meant a lot of extra security guards getting lots of overtime. So we had an exit problem. Tom Galloway and the house management team dealt with it pretty well on Saturday, but it was to come back to bite them later.

It occurs to me that the lack of awareness of safety issues shown by the Torcon staff at the major events (opening ceremonies included) was probably a function of a lack of experience of big events. Smaller conventions tend not to have safety issues on such a scale, and of course they never have anything like the media exposure of a Worldcon. It is another example of how Worldcon is not just "our local con only bigger."

Before I start on the ceremony itself I would like to include some praise for Mike Nelson. Being the Hugo Administrator is a difficult and lonely job — I know, I have watched Kevin do it — Mike had a couple of awkward situations to deal with when the nominees were first announced, and he coped very well. The final ballot went flawlessly. For those of us caught up in the process, having an Administrator that we can rely upon is very important. So thank you Mike, for a job well done.

Praise is also due to Franklyn Johnson for what is, in my humble opinion, the most beautiful Hugo ever created. The rocket is gold rather than silver, to recognize the fact that this is the 50th time that the Hugos have been awarded. The base has a maple leaf design, but unlike Kevin’s design for the 1994 Hugo, where the leaf was horizontal, this time the leaf is vertical, flanking the rocket. The sections of the leaf thus appear to represent the exhaust gases coming from the rocket as it takes off. Take a look at the photo on the web site — it is gorgeous. Robert Sawyer tells me that Johnson is also the regular designer for the Aurora trophy and the Hugo design, as well as being quintessentially Canadian, also reflects elements of the Aurora trophy.

Prior to the ceremony Worldcons traditionally hold a reception for the nominees, acceptors, presenters and their guests. The main reason for this is to bribe people with free food and drink in order to get them all in the right place at the right time. Torcon did very well here. The room was big enough, and the food was rather better than we had at ConJosé last year. As usual everyone wandered around admiring and photographing each other. You will see from the photos on the web site that this year’s Emerald City Best Dressed Award went to Feòrag NicBhride. Meanwhile, having been his official minder last year, I was wondering where Neil Gaiman was.

Neil was not late. He finally arrived a few minutes before we were due to head off into the auditorium. Where had he been? At a signing in Toronto. For seven hundred people. Neil is superbly good at signings — I have seen him do them. But he can only get through about 100 people an hour. Can you imagine what his hand must have felt like by the end of it? And how hoarse he would have been from greeting and thanking all those people. And you thought the life of a famous author was glamorous.

And so to the ceremony. Or rather so to sitting through 45 minutes of charming and worthy presentations that have nothing to do with the Hugos. We seem to have prevented the Cordwainer Smith Award from becoming a Holy Worldcon Tradition, but it still grates somewhat that the support acts continually try to upstage the main event.

Most of the results were pretty much as expected, the only major surprises being in the fiction categories. The full list of winners is available in Miscellany below, and there is a separate article analyzing the results. Most of the excitement in the ceremony was provided not by the winners, but by the crew.

Torcon 3’s Toastmaster was Spider Robinson, and he did a fine job of his speech. He may not have been the first Worldcon toastmaster to include a couple of musical numbers in his presentation, but he’s the first one I have heard of. However, late in the ceremony Spider made what could have been a fatal slip-up. Somehow he managed to start introducing the presenter for Best Novella before Best Novelette. Those of us in the audience who know the running order off by heart stirred uneasily in anticipation of impending disaster, but it never happened.

To understand what the ceremony crew achieved here, you have to know a bit about what goes on backstage. Firstly there are presenters who are probably nervous and who know only the job that they have been hired to do. Then there are the Hugos and envelopes, all of which are lined up in the correct order and now need to be shuffled. And finally the tech crew has a PowerPoint presentation of slides listing the nominees, which they now need to edit on the fly so that the right names come up at the right time.

Everything worked perfectly. Julie Czerneda and Guy Gavriel Kay improvised jokes to cover up the confusion; the right Hugos and envelopes came out on cue; and the right slides were displayed. Many of the audience never realized that a mistake had been made. Hey, anyone can do a job well in good conditions, but it takes real class to recover so well from potential disaster. Huge congratulations are due to Perrianne Lurie and all of her team.

Acceptance speeches are often good fun or interesting, and this year was no exception. Sue Mason was unable to attend, so Mary Kay Kare accepting for her promised to do the traditional 3:00am (UK time) phone call. Sue didn’t hear it. She says that she heard the cat going crazy, but that was entirely normal so she went back to sleep.

Dave Langford, in contrast, was actually at the ceremony for once, and was deeply nervous that he had somehow jinxed himself. Of course this was foolish of him. He won Best Fanwriter as expected. In his speech he gently suggested that people might think of voting for someone else next time. But why should they? He is quite clearly better than the rest of us. Yes, I would like to win, but only if I deserve it.

Both of the Best Dramatic Presentation acceptances went well. Josh Whedon had sent along Jane Espenson, one of the scriptwriters of the winning Buffy episode. Peter Jackson was busy editing Return of the King and could not attend, but he made a video acceptance speech. Both of them commented during their speeches that as kids they had sought out Hugo-winning novels because they knew the award was a mark of quality (or at least a mark of something that their parents would worry about). It is good to see that the Hugos have had such a long career of corrupting youth.

The writer Guest of Honor always gets to make a speech before presenting Best Novel, and George Martin was no exception. George regaled us with a humorous tale of how, despite having won four Hugos, he could never get girls because he had not won "the Big One" (Best Novel). This particular joke came back to haunt him at the closing ceremonies when the Noreascon 4 committee presented him with a giant, inflatable rocket (see photos).

George, of course, famously lost a Best Novel Hugo to a boy on a broomstick in 2001. Robert Sawyer, in his acceptance speech, warmly thanked J.K. Rowling for having been late delivering her latest magnum opus thus leaving the field open for the rest of the authorial community.

And so at last we came to the traditional Hugo Losers Party, courtesy of the kind folks from Boston. I have never known Gay Ellen Dennett run a bad party, and this was no exception. Furthermore, all of us brave losers got a lovely gift. It was a tote bag which, on one side said, "I was nominated for a Hugo, and all I got was this lousy bag", and on the other said, "Bookbags can get you through times of no Hugos, but Hugos aren’t very good for carrying books."

Of course it was at the party that Mike Nelson presented me with a copy of the voting breakdown, at which point all sense deserted me and I spent the rest of the evening guzzling champagne, taking silly photos and generally not believing what had just happened to me. See the Hugo Analysis article for full details.

If the facilities set up was bad for the Hugos, it was doubly so for the Masquerade. There being no spare space in the hall being used as a theatre, the green room was located downstairs and the costumers had to be ferried up and down via the freight elevators. As there were two dragon costumes and several other entrants who could not see well in their costumes, this was a major problem.

The event was 45 minutes late starting. This is hugely annoying because over the past five years or so we have managed to get away from the impression that the masquerade is a flaky event that always causes trouble. Of course the usual Worldcon masquerade crew were largely absent from backstage (except where in costume). The Canadians felt that they could do everything themselves, and as a result they ended up making a bunch of old, tired and stupid mistakes. One of these was to have the same person doing workmanship judging and presentation judging. As any experienced masquerade green room staffer can tell you, having the leeway to finish workmanship judging while the early acts are going on stage is one of the best ways to overcome the fact that the costumers are always late for the start of the show. If you can’t do that, then your show is late.

As the crowd got steadily more restless and boisterous, someone finally had the smart idea of giving them something to do. Torcon 3 had got hold of some video of its predecessor, Torcon 2 from 1973. Boy it was strange. There were all these guys, most of them quite young, in really loud clothes and with masses of hair on their cheeks. And as for the women, none of them were wearing any clothes. There were more bare breasts in that video that in a whole week's worth of email spam. Could that have been us? We were rather worried that it was. Then whoever faked up the video made a silly mistake. They had some actor playing Bob Silverberg, but they had given him dark hair. Bob has looked the same for as long as anyone can remember. He doesn’t get older, right? He has one of those picture things in his attic. So the video must have been a fake.

Eventually the show started. It got all the way to half way through. And then it stopped again. Then we had to sit through a display of famous Canadian costumes from past conventions. And finally we got the rest of the show. Very odd.

What had happened was this. The costume display was originally intended to be the half time show – the thing that you watch while the judges are out deliberating. However, because of the safety issues with getting people out of the hall, Tom Galloway wanted to bring the lights up for ten minutes after the show so that people who wanted to leave could. After all, anyone who has been to more than one Worldcon knows that this happens every year. There are good reasons for it. Some people have just had enough of sitting down, others have parties to organize and need to rush off to get set up, and many of us know that half time is a great time to catch contestants wandering around still in costume and hoping to get photographed. Typically between a third and half of the audience do not stay for the half time show, however good.

At this point the person running the half time show (the program says her name is Laurie Brown) threw a hissy fit and threatened to withdraw if the audience was allowed to leave before her show came on. Which is why we ended up with the half time show in the middle of the contest. Also, of course, once they realized that there would be no half time show, and bearing in mind that with the delayed start and the enforced fashion show it was now very late, as soon as the contest finished the entire audience bailed. Which meant that the prizes got presented to an audience consisting solely of the contestants and the tech crew. (This wasn’t helped by some enthusiastic Convention Centre staffer locking the doors once the audience had gone. Tom didn’t find this out until it was too late, and has proffered his apologies, but it seems unlikely that many people would have bothered to come back.)

Hissy fits aside, having a high quality fashion show (and most of the costumes in it were really good) in the middle of the contest is a really dumb idea. No matter how good the show, it will annoy some of the audience. It breaks the concentration of the judges who are trying to compare the acts. (They have Polaroids, but that doesn’t help with presentation.) And finally it is seriously unfair to the contestants, many of whom were novices, to upstage them with a selection of magnificent costumes. As far as I can make out, the people staging the event didn’t really care about the contest. To them the fashion show was the main event and the contest just a sideshow.

Which is a shame, because much of the contest was very good. The MC, Gord Rose, managed the requisite collection of bad jokes and had an excellent repartee with the audience. The child entries were all well behaved. I was particularly impressed with the little girl dressed as Medusa’s daughter. The plot had her accidentally see her reflection in a shiny stone, and she then had to stand stock still while the stage ninjas came on and removed her on a stretcher.

There are a lot of masquerade photos on the web site. They are not as good as I would like as they were taken from the press pit rather than a proper photography area (I was shepherding journalists for the evening), but they do give a flavor of the event. If you want to see photos taken from the official photography area, Sharon Archer has a good collection in the SFRevu Worldcon report.

Best in show, as expected, went to the large "Trumps of Amber" entry, which included many of the management team from ConJosé’s masquerade: the Pettingers, the O’Hallorans, Father John Blaker. They had some beautiful costumes, but sadly far too many of the audience had either not read Roger Zelazny’s Amber books, or had forgotten a lot of the plot. Consequently the careful staging didn’t mean nearly as much as it should have done.

The unexpected star of the show, however, was a journeyman entry called "Winter is Coming", based on George Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire books. I spoke to some of the Amber entry on Monday and they admitted to having been quite worried. The one good thing about being in the press pit is that I was able to capture the dry ice effect that the entry used. It is worth taking a look at the photos.

Finally I have to end on another sour note, the judging. Everyone knows that you have to give a prize to each of the child entries. Everyone also knows that the judges like to give out extra prizes beyond the Best in Class stuff. But there is a limit. Torcon’s masquerade had 33 entries. The judges gave prizes to all but eight of them. As I have said before, the effect of this is that, instead of singling out the entries that they think are good, the judges are highlighting the small number that they think are not good. This is cruel, and they should stop doing it.

Torcon’s dealers’ room was best characterized as being full of white space. The aisles were broad and the crowds sparse. Truly I have seen a better dealers’ room at a Westercon. There are reasons for this. Kevin tells me that the dealers’ room in Winnipeg was no better. There are customs and tax issues for the Americans, and presumably a lack of local dealers in Canada.

On the other hand, the con could have done better. Some of the dealers complained that they could not get a straight answer about what the tax and customs regulations were. Furthermore, Torcon’s staff were not exactly proactive. If you signed up as a dealer then they would give you some information, but prior to that there was little help and encouragement.

On the other hand, those dealers who did brave the regulations were very happy. There being so little to buy, those who were there did better than expectations. And the con goers seemed to have good taste. Mike Walsh sold out of all of the copies of John Clute’s book that he had, and all of the copies of Edward Whittemore’s books, which are hardly mainstream reading.

As usual I was a little late getting to see the art show. I really must try to remember that they start disassembling the darn thing on Sunday afternoon. However, because I was late, I did get a guided tour from one of the staff, for which I am very grateful.

The thing that most people commented on was the lack of contributions from big name artists. Frank Kelly Freas was there, of course. And there was a welcome contribution from Frank Frazetta. Beyond that there was not much. As far as I know, none of the other Professional Artist Hugo nominees contributed anything.

Having said that, there was plenty of art. I was particularly struck by Jim Platt’s paintings on feathers. Apparently this is some sort of fashion these days. One of the star exhibits, however, was something called "Constantly Ticking" by Dave Howell. This was a clock that, instead of having integer markings on the face, had a collection of scientific and mathematical constants (the Planck Constant, Pi, Avagadro’s Number and so on). Each one was scaled by powers of 10 so as to fit within the 1-12 limits, and each was correctly positioned on the clock face. Very clever. It had a reserve price of $40 and fetched $450 in the auction.

The show seemed to have been well run, and my guide was at pains to point out that the team who ran it (known as "The Team, eh?") tried to keep themselves as independent as possible from Torcon’s management. Interestingly, although the team name is Canadian, they had a lot of Japanese staff. Hicaru Tenaka, the guy who is hoping to run the art show for Yokohama in 2007, should they win their bid, had worked art show for ConJosé and this time had brought a team of volunteers with him. This is exactly the sort of thing that people from Worldcon bids should be doing. Well done, the Japanese.

Talking of staff, least anyone think that these big name authors have it easy at conventions, this year’s Worldcon art show staff once again included a Mr. L. Niven, doing his usual bit of taking a guided tour around the show. That sort of enthusiasm and commitment (from someone who has, in George Martin’s terms, got the Big One), is why us Worldcon regulars look so poorly on the whining of Important Local Fans who think that anything they do for the con should entitle them to a free membership and comped hotel room.

Torcon provided a major success for the WSFS Business Meeting. For the first time ever, all of the past Worldcons (even LoneStarCon 2) managed to submit their financial reports on time. Congratulations are due to Peggy Rae Sapienza for having finally laid Bucconeer to rest.

Of course there was then debate about precisely what Worldcons should be allowed to spend their surpluses on, and whether seed money for a local convention counts as a loan or an investment. (Considering the trouble that SFSFC had with the Corflu that they sponsored, I’d say it is most definitely an investment.) Thankfully a full-blown debate on accounting standards was avoided.

There was a fair amount of business brought up by the aptly-named Nit-Picking & Fly-Specking Committee, all of which was aimed at simplifying the WSFS Constitution and removing any possible source of ambiguity. This largely went through on the nod, aside from the regular attempts by Louis Epstein to channel the ghost of Robert Sacks but failing because he had misunderstood the wording of the motion in question.

The main attraction at this year’s Business Meeting was the introduction (yet again) of a motion to reduce the lead-time between site selection and actually running a Worldcon from three years to two. Last time this idea was debated, the Torcon people spoke strongly against it. This year Peter Jarvis admitted to Kevin and I that he had been wrong and he was now a convert to 2-year lead times.

In fact, with the exception of the folks from Chicago, every past and seated Worldcon chair that I have spoken to who has had to work through the 3-year lead time, and a few who have not, are in favor of the 2-year motion. The Chicago situation is anomalous. They have just launched a new bid, and they are concerned that a change in the site selection rules will make life difficult for them. That is understandable, and most of their points are well taken, but I think it sad that Tom Veal and his people are putting the good of their own bid before a motion that almost every other Worldcon chair says is desperately needed for the good of the convention.

I’m not going to go into the argument for the 2-year cycle here. There is a guest article by Tom Whitmore elsewhere in this issue which puts one view, and I may run others in the coming year. What I will say, however, is that the opposition (Tom Veal apart) appears to come mainly from people who have little or no high level of experience of running Worldcons. Worse still, the mere fact that so many people with decades of hard-won experience are in favor of an idea has led many people to assume that this must mean that there is some Evil SMOFish Plot afoot. One speaker even had the nerve to claim that everyone who was in favor of shortening the lead time was a "despot". Thankfully he either came to his senses later or was brought to them by wise words from others, and he has asked me to apologize publicly on his behalf in these pages, but it is desperately sad that well-meaning attempts to make Worldcons easier to run, and result in less burnout and fewer feuds, should be met with this sort of snide name-calling.

The consequence of all this is that we are seeing large numbers of earnest posts on the SMOFs mailing list explaining that Worldcon would be easy if only the poster’s simple 10-step program were followed. This is approximately equivalent to saying, "you know, Mr. Schumacher, if only you learned to drive properly you would run off the track a lot less often." But of course, as we all know, there is a secret conspiracy of Grand Prix drivers who nefariously prevent ordinary car drivers from competing in races by spreading ridiculous rumors about the dangers of driving at speed. I mean, how hard was passing a driving test, right?

I know, I shouldn’t be sarcastic. Many of these people mean well. But it is bad enough that Worldcon committees should have to be rescued from themselves year after year, it is bad enough that those of us who care enough about Worldcon to do the rescuing should have to miss most of the con because we are busy papering over the cracks, but to then find ourselves described as "despots" because we care enough to try to put the problem right just beggars belief.

Enough. Read Tom Whitmore’s article. He’s been closer to the sharp end than me so he can make the case better.

One of the things that occurred to me during the Business Meeting is that many hard-working Worldcon staff are being disenfranchised because they cannot leave their posts during the meeting. Chris Barkley is a classic example. As head of Press Office he let the rest of us go and vote while he minded the fort. There has to be a better way. WSFS procedure does not currently allow proxy voting. Perhaps it is time to introduce by-mail voting for ratification of constitutional amendments. It would certainly be more democratic, and as we already do mail-in voting for the Hugos and site selection all of the practical issues have been solved. Something to think about?

There are those people who think that the Business Meeting is quite the most boring part of a Worldcon. Much of the time they are right. But even hardened SMOFs are capable of a little hilarity now and then. This year it came in the form of the Time Travel Worldcon.

It all began at a late night panel at Minicon 38. Geri Sullivan, being one of the panelists, attempted to discourage the audience from leaving by commenting something like, "the next person who leaves the room has to chair a Worldcon." Some time and rather more beer afterwards, Geri was in urgent need of a break and, forgetting what she had said, headed off for the restrooms. On her return she was stunned to find a pile of money waiting for her, this having been donated as pre-supports for her Worldcon. However, being quick-witted she refused to name a year for the event. Thus the Time Travel Worldcon was born, and the money raised was passed on to future Worldcons. As is only proper, Geri presented a financial report to the Saturday Business Meeting.

Then Louis Epstein, scoring a major success at last, suggested that we refer the report of the Time Travel Worldcon to the Business Meeting of the 1939 Worldcon for ratification. There was a five-minute recess while Kevin recovered enough from his fit of giggles to get back to chairing the meeting. And that, perhaps, might have been the end of it, but…

On Sunday Dave Kyle turned up at the Business Meeting. Dave was quite possibly the only member of the 1939 Worldcon who was a member of Torcon 3. It is just as well that he was there too, for it turns out that the Time Travel Worldcon’s report had indeed been received and ratified. Nothing was entered into the minutes, as there was concern about time paradoxes, but Sam Moskowitz, the 1939 Con Chair, had written us a message, entrusted it to Kyle, and sworn him to secrecy for 64 years.

Moskowitz’s message was mostly full of admiration for the achievements of the 21^st Century. Time Travel, after all, is pretty spectacular. However, a note of sad irony was struck by this postscript: "have you had a convention on the Moon yet?"

And so to Sunday’s Business Meeting and the Site Selection results. Los Angeles won the race for the 2006 Worldcon. LA won on the first ballot by 754-680. It is a shame for Kansas City, because I liked what I heard about their site and it would be nice to go somewhere new. However, seeing what an awful mess Toronto had made of things, I was overcome by a sudden compulsion to vote for a tried and tested team rather than an organization whose capabilities were something of a mystery to me. I suspect that many other voters felt the same. In this respect, Torcon has done a grave disservice to new groups hoping to run a Worldcon.

L.A.con IV, as it will be known, will take place over 23-27 August, 2006. Note that this is the weekend before Labor Day. The LA bid committee maintained all along that they would be using an earlier date in order to make it easier for kids, teachers, college students and academics to attend. They will be using the usual location in Anaheim, right next door to Disneyland for those of you who like that sort of thing. The Guests of Honor will be Connie Willis (who needs no introduction), James Gurney (most famous for Dinotopia), Howard DeVore (who has been working on Worldcons since 1959) and Frankie Thomas, the star of the TV Series, "Tom Corbett, Space Cadet" (this ties into the space cadet theme of the bid). The chairman will be Christian McGuire, ably assisted by Bobbi Armbruster, Craig Miller (chair of L.A.Con II) and Elayne Pelz, not to mention a cast of hundreds. For further details see the con web site.

Margene Bahm of the Kansas City bid was gracious in defeat and declined to roll over the bid to a later year. She reminded us that Kansas City had been hoping to have a Worldcon on the 30^th anniversary of their previous one in 1976. Rather than roll over, they had decided to go for a 60^th anniversary, at which point she introduced Miss Samantha Myers (aged 6) who would chair the 2036 bid. Poor Miss Myers looked a little overwhelmed, all the more so for the muttered chorus of "sucker" from the assembled SMOFs.

There was a NASFiC election too, and this was very close. On the first round of voting, Seattle led Charlotte by the narrow margin of 191-187. Seattle did not have a majority of the votes cast, so the preferences of the various write-in votes were redistributed, bringing the count to 194-188 in Seattle’s favor. Finally it was necessary to redistribute the preferences of those who had voted for None of the Above. This resulted in a Seattle victory by 204-198. There have been some rumors going around that several of the Charlotte committee spent the weekend at Dragon*Con and forgot to vote. Oops.

Anyway, Seattle are the victors, so the 2005 NASFiC (a convention only held when the Worldcon is outside of North America) will be at the SeaTac Airport Hilton on September 1-5, 2005. That is Labor Day weekend. The 2005 Worldcon in Glasgow is 4-8 August (which is a holiday weekend in Scotland) and the associated Lord of the Rings 50^th Anniversary convention, organized by the British Tolkien Society, is 11-15 August. Yes, I am planning to attend all three. There is a French NatCon in one of the intervening weekends too. Yes, you are right, I am crazy.

The Seattle convention will be called Cascadia Con (Cascadia being the name for the area of the US/Canada around the Cascade Mountains). I would have preferred ConCascadia myself. It trips off the tongue better, and it avoids any confusion with CascadeCon, a Portland, Oregon event. The Guests of Honor will be Fred Saberhagen (now there’s a blast from the past), Liz Danforth (creator of many beautiful images for trading card games), Toni Weisskopf (executive editor of Baen Books) and some guy from California called Kevin Standlee who once ran a Worldcon in San José.

There is a silly story to go with this. Bobbi DuFault, the chair of the Seattle bid, had been using Kevin as her advisor on WSFS affairs during the bid. At Westercon this year Bobbi asked Kevin if he would continue in the post should the bid win. Kevin, who had recently been approached about being Fan Guest of Honor, muttered something about possible conflict of interest and wondered why Bobbi was asking him. Bobbi, who had delegated the selection of Guests of Honor to a subcommittee and had no idea who they had picked, looked confused. Kevin went very red (as he does). Thankfully it was all sorted out with much amusement on both sides.

Next year’s site selection vote will be between Yokohama, Japan and Columbus, Ohio. Both of these bids are by groups of people with very little Worldcon experience, and it was clear from the short time available for questions that this troubled the assembled SMOFs. Quite right, it troubles me too.

So I had a word with the lady from Columbus afterwards (Kim, I think her name was). It turns out that they have some positive things to say. MarCon, the local Columbus convention, is almost certainly the largest regional convention in the US. It apparently has a Worldcon-style management structure. And the bid committee includes Larry Smith who has a wealth of Worldcon experience (including running Exhibits for ConJosé). None of this, however, is mentioned on the bid web site which instead features a clever but hugely annoying firework display and lots of stuff about their facilities.

The Japanese, as I have mentioned above, have been trying to learn on the job. Apparently they provided a lot of volunteers for the ConSuite as well. But aside from their art show crew it is also uncertain how good their people are. A report of their 2001 NatCon on their web site suggests that it was about the same size as a MarCon (3600 warm bodies), so I guess they must know something. But how much is hard to tell.

The trouble is that most Worldcon bids do not promote themselves. They promote their facilities. Clearly that is important, but frankly there is no point in bidding for a Worldcon if your facilities are not up to the job. What the voters need to know, particularly in the wake of various fiascos in Toronto, is can the committee do the job? I think that it behooves both Columbus and Yokohama to explain a bit more about their abilities and how they intend to run the con. If either of them would like space in Emerald City to publish a manifesto I would be happy to oblige.

Meanwhile years further out continue to fill up. Chicago is definitely interested in doing something soon. Their current position is that they are bidding for whichever year will be voted on in Los Angeles. Currently that is 2009, but it would become 2008 if the 2-year lead-time motion is ratified in Boston next year. They can’t settle on a year yet because if Columbus wins 2007 then the current zoning rules, which are designed to prevent local fans from overwhelming the site selection process, would make Chicago ineligible for a vote in Columbus (you can see why Tom Veal is concerned about this). Stephen Boucher is now starting to sound serious about the Australia in 2010 bid. A group of fans was going round looking for pre-supporters for a putative bid for Washington DC in 2011 (or maybe 2009). Mike Nelson, who is their supposed sacrificial victim for con chair, is fervently denying all knowledge of such a bid, which of course means that it is true.

I spent much of my time working in the Press Office which, as explained above, was very much a last minute affair. The Torcon committee list in the souvenir book includes Edo van Belkom as "media handler", which shows how much respect they had for the press. Apparently he quit between the souvenir book going to press and the con.

One of the problems with a late start is that it is very difficult to get all of your journalists lined up beforehand. Chris Barkley had done a lot of frantic emailing around, and we had a bunch of folks registered and press badges made for them. However, we were getting a lot of walk-ups, especially as we were just across the road from the offices of the CBC. Here we must thank Linda Ross-Mansfield, the head of Registration. It takes a lot of faith to give out a bunch of blank press passes, which are essentially free memberships. But Linda knew what was involved, and she trusted us to manage the situation, which we did. (In case anyone is wondering, we do make sure as much as possible that the journalists give their press passes back when they have finished with them.)

The first major embarrassment that we suffered was on Thursday morning when an article appeared in The Star, a local newspaper, announcing that Neil Gaiman had won a Hugo for Coraline. This sounded terribly like a leak, but although we often give out the results under embargo just before the ceremony, there was no way that the paper could have got word of the results that early. So we phoned them.

Here I must give credit to my colleague, Anne Pinzow, who handled the call, firstly for her patience in working through The Star’s automated call handling system, and secondly for the magnificent way in which she laid the law down. A Hugo, she explained, can make or break an author’s career. Winning it can be worth millions of dollars. And by suggesting that the results were known beforehand The Star was casting doubt on the validity and integrity of the voting process, and therefore on the awards themselves. It was a wonderful performance.

As it turned out, however, the editor in question was already duly contrite. Murray Whyte, the journalist who had interviewed Neil and written the piece in question had already phoned up and complained bitterly about his article being butchered. It turned out that what had happened was that an enthusiastic sub-editor had not understood the difference between being nominated and winning, and had "sexed-up" the article to make it sound better. There were red faces all round at The Star. They printed an apology on page 2 on Friday, and on Sunday they devoted half of page 2 to a report of the Hugos.

The Globe and Mail, Toronto’s other major newspaper, had much more in depth coverage of the convention. Their reporter, Hal Niedzviecki, spent a lot of time at the con, going to panels and soaking up the atmosphere. And he wrote what I thought was a very perceptive piece.

Most fans that I spoke to were furious about Niedzviecki’s article. "He called us ‘pedestrian and plodding’," they wailed. And he was right. By and large, fans these days are old, fat and rather conservative. You only have to compare Torcon 3 with the video of Torcon 2 to see that. The article’s claim that the median age of attendees was around 45 is perhaps an exaggeration. There were a lot of children at the con. But most of the kids were only present because their parents were members. If you want to find teenagers at a con these days your best bet is an anime convention.

Authors I spoke to about the Globe article were much more positive. They latched onto the fact that Niedzviecki had presented SF as a serious literary form that is studied in universities. The article spent a lot of space on an interview with Alan Weiss, the organizer of the pre-Worldcon academic conference and, probably quite deliberately, mentioned Margaret Atwood as having attended.

In essence, what Niedzviecki said was the exact opposite of what we normally get. These people are not weird, was his message. "Where once adults who read and talked sci-fi seemed like perpetual adolescents, they now come across as exceedingly mature compared to the legions of grown-ups who devote themselves to pursuits ranging from bungee jumping to Elvis impersonation."

The reaction of fans to Niedzviecki’s article goes a long way to explaining why we get such poor press coverage. To many fans, unless a newspaper article expresses the same enthusiasm for SF and conventions that they themselves have, then it is an evil, biased rant that must not be tolerated. This is hugely unrealistic. A journalist covering a convention is almost certain to be an outsider, and he or she will view us from that perspective. A calm, rational assessment of the convention, such as provided by Niedzviecki, is about as good as we can hope for. And with careful handling of the press we will continue to get coverage like that. But if we get all frosty and offended over an article that was really very positive then we are going to get in deep trouble.

I didn’t have much to do with the newspaper folks, but I did spend much of one day looking after a journalist from CBC Radio (hi Brandi) and finding her Canadian authors to talk about. (Nalo is superb for this, she has a voice like melting chocolate: rich, warm and succulent.) Also, much to my surprise, I got interviewed by a freelance journalist called Lynn Fraser. By good fortune I managed to spot Richard Lynch and drag him in as well, so Lynn had two fanzine editors to talk to. I have no idea whether anything will come of this, but if it does I’ll let you know.

Overall, I think that we did very well. Chris Barkley and his wife, Naomi, deserve special praise for dropping everything and rushing up to Toronto at the last minute because we needed someone to run Press Office. But it also seemed to me that the Canadian media were far more civilized and receptive to us than the newspapers that I am used to in the UK and US. Kevin tells me that they had similar success with the newspapers in Winnipeg, so I guess it must be a Canadian thing.

Of course there is always one. Canada has this "newspaper" called the National Post, which is a sort of cross between USA Today and Britain’s The Sun. One of its star contributors is Rebecca Eckler, but unlike the ladies of The Sun, Ms. Eckler’s lack of clothes has more to do with fairy tale emperors than shapely bodies on page three.

Doing a little research on the web after the con, I discovered that Ms. Eckler is pretty much universally despised by her fellow journalists. It is not hard to see why. A shallow and vacuous view of the world, coupled with inept and artless bitching are her trademarks. She’s the sort of person who, when sent to write an article about a long Greyhound Bus journey, makes the trip in expensively fashionable clothes because she would not be seen dead in anything less, and complains afterwards about the lack of "normal" people on the bus. She idolizes Martha Stewart. She burbles delightedly about being such a good shopper that she has found wedding dresses at a mere $4000. In short, she is so self-obsessed that she would be unlikely to notice anything at a Worldcon unless it was fawning at her feet offering her discount vouchers on designer clothes and kitchen furniture.

Some of the comments of other Canadian journalists about Eckler are far more excellent examples of the sort of barbed wit that she aspires to but fails to emulate. On the mildly bitchy front, one comments that, "Rebecca Eckler is someone who has built her entire journalistic career around the type of writing that should have been confined to a weblog." Rather better is a comment from Lena Sin in Thunderbird magazine. Reviewing a book by chic lit author, Marian Keyes, Sin compares someone who can actually write with the National Post’s infamous 20-something. "Eckler writes with her trademark conversational voice, which comes across like a whiny little girl who you’d rather tune out." But perhaps the best comment on Eckler’s work comes right from the horse’s mouth. In the same article about the bus trip, Eckler says of herself, "The funny thing is, I don't care about my stuff. I mean, I care enough that I want to write a good piece, but at the end of the day I just don't care."

So yeah, Rebecca Eckler came to our con. She wrote a report on it that she probably thought was magnificently insightful, funny and bitchy. The rest of us know that it is not hard to poke fun at an SF convention if you put your mind to it. And those of who were there and know how many lies Ms. Eckler had to insert into her report because she wasn’t smart enough or persistent enough to find something real to complain about, well, we will just shake our heads and sigh and hope that Starbucks never stops serving Ms. Eckler’s favorite type of coffee because the poor dear just won’t know how to cope with life if they do.

Indeed she is having enough trouble in life as it is. A fellow Canadian journalist recently hoaxed her most magnificently. The story is in the Toronto Star. Check it out now, as their stories are only online for a couple of weeks.

And on a final note in favor of Canadian journalists in general, as opposed to Ms. Eckler in particular, I note that the first letter of outrage that was sent to the National Post did not come from a fan at all. It came from Lynn Fraser, who explained to Eckler’s editor how much good story material Eckler had managed to miss at the con. Thank you, Lynn.

Given the amount of chaos with program and publications, SMOFdom assembled was all braced for a huge Registration meltdown of ConFrancisco proportions. It didn’t happen. Partially this will have been because the membership numbers were much lower. Torcon attracted a total of around 3650 warm bodies on site (we are still waiting on final figures, which may be a little higher).

On the other hand, credit should be given to Linda Ross-Mansfield and her crew. There were problems. The Locus staff, of all people, had trouble getting let in on Wednesday. But by Thursday morning when I registered things were running smoothly.

My only complaint about registration is, yes, you guessed it, badges. Why is it that so many Worldcon committees get it into their heads that it is far more important for the badge to show off the convention’s name and some speccy piece of artwork commissioned for the purpose than to show the names of the members in readable type? ConJosé got it right, without causing any security problems. Why can’t others do it too?

One possible explanation is that the WSFS Business Meeting, in a fit of desperation at MilPhil, passed a resolution recommending that names on badges be no smaller than 24 point bold. (I will gloss over the interminable debate on typographical jargon that ensued.) Someone at Torcon seems to have read that resolution and decided that it meant that names must be exactly 24 point bold. Sigh.

One of the things that was exercising SMOFs prior to Torcon was the state of their hotel contracts. As usual they had neglected to take advice from people with experience in the field and had done everything themselves. The story I had was that Alex von Thorn had somehow got involved with the contract negotiations, and had been bragging online about how easy it was and how well he done, and when people got a look at what he had negotiated they all buried their heads in despair.

The main problem was apparently the attrition clause. When you book a hotel for a function and negotiate a reduced room rate you also have to promise to fill a certain number of rooms. If, come the day, you don’t sell all of those rooms, you have to pay the hotel some sort of compensation. In Torcon’s case the agreed compensation was alarmingly high.

Alex, of course, has a different story. He explained to me that while the contract did have draconian attrition payments, there was a clause allowing the convention to renegotiate the number of rooms they promised to fill a year out, so they could take account of economic conditions, how sales were going and so on. According to Alex, the people responsible for facilities on the Torcon committee forgot about this until it was too late.

Assuming Alex is right, and I have been unable to get anyone who is an expert on hotel contracts to talk to me about this so I have to take Alex at his word, there was a missed opportunity to save money here. There was another missed opportunity following the SARS scare. All sorts of conventions in Toronto immediately put pressure on their hotels to renegotiate prices in order try to stem the flow of cancellations. Apparently the Torcon committee decided not to even try to approach their hotels.

Another issue with hotel contracts is the need for a clause whereby the hotel promises not to sell rooms on the day cheaper than they have offered them to convention members. Hotel prices in Toronto have fallen steeply because of SARS, and there were a lot of rumors going around before the con about getting cheaper prices by approaching the hotels direct. I think that eventually Torcon got out of this. At one point they were facing a bill of $25,000 from the Fairmont Royal York for failing to make their promised room totals, but they pointed out that a lot of con members had booked direct rather than through the con and the hotel caved in.

Convention center prices are a worry too. Indeed, convention center rental and preparation is the largest single budget item for a Worldcon (over US$200,000 for ConJosé). Somehow Torcon managed to end up paying CA$9,000 for the water service in the program rooms. ConJosé got this for free. Possibly there were other trade-offs, I don’t know, and I don’t know enough about facilities contracts to comment further.

Despite these worries, it looks like the con will be solvent. Bruce Farr, who ran the at-con treasury (surely a thankless task as he had to spend most of his time saying "no") was fairly confident about that. But breaking even is only part of the job. Torcon received far more in passalong funds than is usual. This is because Chicon 2000 was so late finalizing their accounts that they did not know how much they had to give until Torcon was the only con that could benefit. MilPhil and ConJosé got US$6,000 each from Chicago. Torcon got US$20,000.

Furthermore, the objective of a Worldcon is not to just avoid bankruptcy, it is to have enough of a surplus to be able to pass money on to its successors and, more importantly, to refund the memberships of its staff and program participants. The way things look now, Torcon will not be able to do either of these things.

More generally on facilities, use of space seemed to have been OK. I happened to attend two program items where the room size was a dramatic mis-match with the size of the audience. However, looking at other con reports on the web I may have just been unlucky. The Royal York was a bit of a hike from the Convention Centre, but it was a comfortable walk, especially in the very pleasant weather.

The only people who I heard complain bitterly about their space allocation were the gamers. They had been put in the dungeons of the Crowne Plaza, in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike. What more can I say?

As I have said earlier, the layout of the Fairmont Royal York was about as good as it gets for Worldcon parties. The rooms were a little small, but that was a small price to pay for the absence of elevator clog.

Unfortunately I did not see much of the parties. Being billeted at the Hilton a few blocks away, and wanting to get back to my room regularly to update the web log, I didn’t fancy staying late in the Royal York.

There were no party reports in the newsletter. Bob and Brenda Daverin, who ran newsletter for ConJosé, were slated to do the job, but they had to pull out of attending at the last minute and no one was appointed to replace them. Somehow I doubt that Michelle Boyce would have seen the point of party reviews anyway.

It isn’t really the done thing to fill your con report with travel stories, but I have a couple of mildly amusing ones to relate.

On our flight out, we were taxiing towards the runway when our pilot came over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen", he said, "I’m terribly sorry, but our computers have crashed and we need to go back to the gate to get them re-booted." Does this mean that Airbus is now using Windows?

And on the way back we had dinner at Chili’s in Minneapolis airport. We were given plastic knives as a security precaution. The leather goods shop across the way from the restaurant was selling Swiss Army Knives.

One of the best places to go and look for gossip about a Worldcon is at the daily gripe sessions. Anyone who is truly upset will turn up there to complain. I was way too busy to get to any of them, but a few interesting stories have reached my ears. One is that the staff of the Information Desk turned up to complain that they could not get any information out of the Torcon committee to give to people.

The most spectacular gripe session, however, was the final one on Monday. I will gloss over Carole Parker’s now legendary harangue of the programming staff. It was certainly well deserved, but several people have commented since that not all of Carole’s points were well made. I don’t know, I wasn’t there.

However, someone who was there was Parris McBride, otherwise known as the long-term partner of George R.R. Martin. Parris was upset, and that probably meant that George was upset too, but was too polite to say so. Parris made it very clear just how upset she was. A particular beef was that George and Parris had been asking for three years about getting Parris on program, but Torcon’s programming people had ignored them. However, from the depth of anger expressed I am sure that there were other issues too. I heard about all this at the Past Worldcon Chairs’ Party on Monday night. The sense of shame at this new slur on the good name of Worldcon amongst the assembled con chairs was palpable. Running a bad Worldcon is one thing, but having one of your Guests of Honor mad with you is quite another. This should not happen. Period.

Much blame was busily being apportioned on Monday night, with a fair selection of victims. Many people pointed the finger at Peter Jarvis. Being the chair, it is of course his duty to accept this. But having seen things develop over the past 3 years I’m not sure how much influence Peter had over what went on. Clearly he must bear a share of the responsibility, but those who were busy maneuvering him are guilty too.

Alex von Thorn was a very popular target. As Terry Fong’s deputy he must bear a share of the blame for the programming fiasco. But I have found it surprisingly difficult (in the absence of anyone prepared to comment on hotel contracts) to find anything that is actually Alex’s fault. I suspect that his main problem is that he comes over way too self-confident online. That, and a stubborn refusal to admit any fault, is not endearing him to fandom.

Other people have pointed the finger at Peter Halasz, the original chair of the Torcon board, who resigned last year due to ill health. It has been suggested to me that Halasz was responsible for creating the "Toronto convention for Toronto fans by Toronto fans" atmosphere on the committee, and for alienating local media fan groups. Again, I don’t know, I wasn’t there. I list these people simply to illustrate that the story is not simple and that in fact many different mistakes may have been made by many different people.

Even the Torcon board is hard to pin down. There are seven of them, and rumor has it that they were split 4-3 on many important issues. I find it hard to believe that someone who has been to as many Worldcons as Linda Ross-Mansfield, and whose husband has chaired a successful Canadian Worldcon, could have been happy with much of what Torcon did. I’ve also noticed many people praising Lance Sibley as an unsung hero of the convention.

But collectively the Board must accept the blame. The buck stops with them. Rather too many of them, and rather too many of Torcon’s senior management, have little or no Worldcon experience, and it showed. Last year, in the wake of the much smaller but no less depressing (because they were ours) mistakes at ConJosé I wrote:

That is clearly a mistake that Torcon made much more dramatically than we did. It is also something that terrifies me about the Yokohama and Columbus bids.

What I do have to say, however, is that the debacle of Torcon should not be blamed on Canada. There was a perfectly respectable Worldcon in Winnipeg only 9 years ago. Canadian fans can get the job done, and they have proved it. Hopefully they will prove it again, albeit on a smaller scale, with the Calgary Westercon in 2005.

Nor should Torcon’s faults be blamed on Toronto fandom. Many Toronto fans either elected not to get involved or were actively told that they were not wanted. And many of those who did work on the committee in lower positions probably did a fine job. Kevin has been full of praise for Torcon’s webmaster, Drew Mathers. Given the speed and good nature with which Drew has been handling input from Kevin, it seems likely that any shortage of information on the convention web site was a supply problem.

There was considerable worry after ConJosé that the infighting we went through would cause irreparable damage to Bay Area fandom and that we’d all end up dead against doing any more major cons (much like many British fans have been adamantly against having any more Worldcons). That hasn’t happened. But to some extent we dodged the bullet. Hard work and commitment turned what was looking like a disaster 3 months out into a fairly successful event. And now everyone is thinking that we did quite well and that the structural problems that ConJosé revealed don’t matter. They do, and they need fixing (more of this next month, I suspect, she says ominously).

Toronto fandom is in a rather different position. On the Monday night of the convention I dropped in on a party of younger Toronto fans. There was a clear sense there that something had gone badly wrong, and that the good name of Toronto had been blackened. Rather than showing resentment, these folks showed a clear determination to learn some lessons and put things right. I hope that they do.

And finally, I want to come back to that T.H. White quote with which I opened this report. It seems quite ironic now, doesn’t it? Kevin and many other experienced Worldcon runners who were involved with the Torcon committee spent a lot of time watching things go wrong prior to the con and not being able to say anything because they would have been accused of interfering. It must have been hard for all of them. Now at least someone can say that their fears were justified. There will be many people in fandom who will thoroughly disapprove of this con report, and who will regard it as further evidence that Cheryl is a Menace to Fandom. I’ll live with that.

Some people have declined to talk to me about their Torcon experiences because they have their own Worldcons due up soon and they don’t want to criticize people for making mistakes that they might make too. That is understandable. Others seem to believe that we should not say anything bad about a Worldcon because it reflects badly on Worldcon as a whole, or because it is somehow unfair to ever say anything nasty about anyone. Those attitudes, I believe, are wrong. If we do not recognize our mistakes and learn from them we will never get any better.

More to the point, Worldcon itself may start to disappear. This year Dragon*Con attracted over 20,000 people. The main draw was some guy from Buffy, but they had plenty of authors, headed by Anne McCaffrey. OK, so the writers will always be a minority interest at such an event, but sheer numbers mean that they may still get to meet more of their fans than they do at a Worldcon, and the organization will be better. If you were an author, which convention would you go to? If we want Worldcon to continue, we have to do a good job of putting on the show.

I think I can best illustrate what was wrong with Torcon by talking about how their most senior management behaved during the con and comparing it to ConJosé. At the major events (Hugos and Masquerade) they had special reserved seating right at the front for members of the Torcon board and their partners (which included Michelle Boyce). At the Hugos they were in front of the nominees. At the masquerade they were in front of the press photographers. At ConJosé there was no special seating for the con management or the SFSFC board. There was a special seating area reserved for "staff", but that meant anyone with a staff ribbon. Of course you would not find Tom or Kevin in such areas, nor their vice-chairs, Cindy Scott and Craige Howlett. They were all somewhere working their butts off to ensure the success of the con. You see the difference? At ConJosé, despite all of our feuding, the convention always came first. Torcon’s management never understood that.

Fandom is a gift economy. It has a lot in common with the "Whuffie" economics espoused by Cory Doctorow in Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. The Whuffie economy works on respect, and so does fandom. As Kevin is fond of saying, if fans don’t do what is expected of them, the only comeback we have is public ridicule. The senior management of Torcon 3 has been very clearly derelict in its duty to Worldcon, to fandom, to the science fiction industry, and I might add to Canada. It is seriously deserving of some public ridicule. This is my contribution.

Torcon Hugo Analysis

So there I was in the Hugo Losers party looking at this long and complicated list of numbers that Mike Nelson had given me. And that is how I came to discover just how close I had come to winning a Hugo. On first preference votes, Emerald City was actually in the lead by 79 votes to 75 for File 770, 63 for Plokta and 62 for Mimosa. Had it been a first-past-the-post election, Emerald City would have won, and Mimosa would have come fourth.

But Hugo voting is more democratic than that, so votes got redistributed. First of all there were the No Award votes, of which there are always a lot in the fan categories, mostly from people who vote No Award because they want the fan categories scrapped. Plokta and Emerald City picked up one vote each. Everything else was unchanged. Next the votes for Challenger were redistributed. Emerald City got 11, File 770 got 4, Plokta got 12, and Mimosa got 19. Miraculously, my lead had increased.

And so it came to redistributing the Plokta votes. That is a British zine, right? So their supporters would tend to vote for me rather than the Americans? Not in the slightest. Emerald City got 15 preferences, File 770 got 16, and Mimosa a whacking 32, catapulting it into the lead. From then on I was stuffed, and after much additional vote counting Emerald City finished third behind Mimosa and File 770.

I should say first that I am absolutely stunned and delighted and enormously grateful to everyone who voted for the zine. Thank you, folks!

I also want to say that I still think that Plokta is the best zine in the field and that it deserved to win.

And, of course, congratulations once more to Richard and Nicki (and thank you for retiring!).

Preferential voting is a fascinating process and, I believe, much fairer. I might have got the most first preferences, but the majority of people wanted something other than Emerald City to win, and eventually that is what happened. The voting system allowed the voters to settle on a compromise of Mimosa because that is the result that most people were most happy with.

What happened to Emerald City is by no means unusual. It is a common fate of an "odd-work-out" nominee. China Miéville’s The Scar was running a strong second in the first round of balloting but eventually finished fourth as the preferences of the four pure SF books on the ballot were redistributed. David Hartwell had a solid lead on first preferences in Best Professional Editor, but lost out to Gardner Dozois as the preferences from other magazine editors (David edits books) were applied. Frank Wu lost out in Best Fan Artist because he was the only one of the five who doesn’t work predominantly on fanzines, and there must have been something unusual about Pat Forde’s novella, "In Spirit" because it came second on first preferences but finished sixth.

So there it is. Am I unhappy? Of course not. Emerald City is apparently viewed as the best online fanzine in the world, and the best fanzine that actually talks about SF. That sounds pretty good to me. And as the saying goes, it is an honor to be nominated. That’s really all I can ask for.

Something very strange happened in the fiction Hugos this year. Of course everyone expected Coraline to win best Novella, and it duly did, polling more than twice as many first preferences as its nearest rival. That Michael Swanwick’s "Slow Life" beat out Ursula LeGuin’s "Wild Girls" is something of a surprise, given the esteem that LeGuin has. Then again, it was a hugely impressive field for Best Novelette. Greg Frost’s "Madonna of the Maquiladora", which finished fifth, is a superb story. So are all the other nominated novelettes that I have read. But as for the other two fiction categories, oh dear.

OK, so I have my own tastes, and obviously they do not coincide with those of the Hugo voters. But is it just me? I think not. It is always instructive to compare the results of the Hugos with those of the Locus Poll. The August Locus listed the top 27 SF novels from the Poll, and the top 18 Fantasy novels. Hominids did not feature in either list. The other four Hugo nominees were respectively the top three in Best SF Novel and the winner of Best Fantasy Novel. There were 29 short stories listed. "Falling onto Mars" was not one of them. The other four Hugo nominees placed 2^nd, 4^th, 10^th and 18^th. So call me contrary, but I think the Locus Poll has the right of it here. Locus does apparently publish a recommended reading list, and works on that list are more likely to get voted for in the Poll. But even so you would have thought that something good enough to be a Hugo winner would have got in somewhere even if Locus staff had initially overlooked it.

Incidentally, the winner ("October in the Chair" by Neil Gaiman) and third place ("Familiar" by China Miéville) short stories from the Locus Poll both came from Conjunctions #39, which had very limited distribution. The fifth placed story, "In Paradise" by Bruce Sterling, missed the Hugo ballot by one nomination. So those two winners aside, the agreement between the Locus Poll and the Hugos is remarkably accurate.

I am actually very happy for Robert Sawyer. He made a great acceptance speech and was an absolute angel with the press all weekend. I’m sure that Geoffrey Landis is a very nice guy too. But really, something went very wrong here.

Explanations are harder to come by, but one of them is the pathetically low number of nominations you needed to get on the ballot in Best Short Story. "Creation" by Jeffrey Ford topped the list with 31 nominations. Molly Gloss’s "Lambing Season" only got 22. It took 38 nominations to get on the ballot for Best Fan Writer, and 44 for Best Fanzine. There wasn’t a shortage of nominations. In fact there were more nominees for Short Story than for any of the other fiction categories. It seems that the voters’ tastes in short stories are very varied indeed.

I have commented somewhat already on Best Professional Editor but I’d like to do so some more. Book editors matter, and David Hartwell has bought a number of very fine and thoughtful SF novels that many other editors would not touch. It is about time we recognized this. He came very close to winning this year (far closer than I did). Next year let’s give him a Hu