This year’s Hugo Awards Ceremony finished in record time, one hour, 34 minutes by my watch, cutting three minutes off the previous record and reinforcing Interaction’s reputation for Scottish efficiency. The press release announcing the winners and detailed nomination and voting statistics appeared on the convention Web site before I got back from the post-Hugo parties.
My first choices won three of the four fiction categories: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell Best Novel (Was Susanna Clarke excited over winning the Hugo with her debut book? – well, she clung to her rocket throughout the Hugo Nominees’ Party while carrying food and drink in both hands), “The Concrete Jungle” Best Novella (Charlie Stross accepted in a kilt, allegedly the forfeit for a bet lost to his wife) and “Travels With My Cats” Best Short Story (and Mike Resnick wasn’t on hand to accept in person, much to everyone’s amazement). I am quite pleased with the good taste of the voters, though I don’t quite understand how “The Faery Handbag”, my fifth choice, albeit fifth in an extremely strong field, carried off Best Novelette honors. (Kelly Link gave the impression, in her charming acceptance remarks, that she had never expected her story to win either.)
In the other categories, there were a couple of overdue victories: David Langford’s estimable and hilarious Ansible for Best Semi-Prozine and Plokta for Best Fanzine. Jim Burns’ Best Professional Artist Hugo could also be called “overdue”, save for the fact that he has won at three British Worldcons in a row, making him the U.K. analog, I suppose, to Michael Whelan and Bob Eggleton.
Perusing the nomination stats, I encountered perplexing news: Terry Pratchett declined a nomination for Going Postal, IMHO one of his best novels. No explanation was given, and I’m sure that this decision will be fodder for intense speculation among Pratchett fans.
I’ll write more about Interaction RSN. For the instant, let me conclude with an award-related anecdote. Saturday night I was house manager for the Masquerade. A couple of hours before opening, a German gentleman of somewhat advanced years approached me, asking about fan photography. He was obviously unaware of the convention’s carefully arranged fan photo ops. Rather than send him off in what might be a fruitless quest for the official information, I gave him a seat in the press section, which had good lines of sight to the stage, for which he expressed his gratitude.
He turned out to be Waldemar Kuming, one of the giants of German fandom, who at the Hugo ceremony received a Big Heart Award. “Angels unawares” and all
Charlie Stross accepted in a kilt, allegedly the forfeit for a bet lost to his wife
No 'allegedly' needed. He was indeed foolish enough to make a bet with me.
Posted by: Ferag | Thursday, August 11, 2005 at 05:53 AM