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I'd been at Left Coast Crime for a full day before I began to suss
exactly what this convention was about; that is, in large part
who the intended audience was. I've not been to a lot of literary
conventions. Thus far, in sort-of recent memory, I've attended
one World WorldCon 2002 (Con Jose), SpookyCon 2002, and WorldCon
2003 (Torcon). The WorldCons were huge events, put together by
a vast number of fans and pros to serve an even vaster number
of fans and pros. They're social events, essentially, publicity
opportunities with a few workshops embedded here and there. The
parties are legendary.
At WorldCon, the fans can attend panels to hear the authors speak
about their work directly, or about common themes in their work.
For example, at Torcon, you'd have had a hard time evading a panel
on the "Singularity". Or at least I did. Not that I minded,
but it's interesting to see what ideas take hold of a creative writing
community and how they manifest themselves. In general however, both
Worldcon and Spookycon seemed to be based on the presumption that
there were fans and pros, and that pros would in general entertain
the fans, either by direct readings, or indirect readings, that is
the panels. Fans and pros definitely occupied different strata.
Left Coast Crime proved to take a different approach. In the first
place, it was a lot smaller than WorldCon. This was actually a great
benefit. While the World Fantasy Convention in Monterey in 1996 had
seemed a bit moribund, Left Coast Crime was positively bustling,
but not unpleasantly teeming as had often been the case with WorldCon.
In part this was because there was a perfect match up between the
venue and the convention itself.
Monterey, California is a gorgeous, beautiful small town on the California
Coast. The downtown area is pretty much all within walking distance
of the Convention Center. That means you can stroll from the justifiably
world-famous Monterey Bay Aquarium, past Cannery Row, to the Convention
Center, thence to a typical small-town downtown filled with a nice
quota of good restaurants, book stores and whatnot shops. There's
a cohesion that makes the locale a naturally relaxing place to visit.
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The
lovely and non-moribund Monterey Convention Center,
host to Left Coast Crime 14.
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The Convention Center itself is pretty much in the middle of everything.
It's not so big that you can get lost in it, or that you will literally
have to run from one end to the other should subsequent events be
scheduled in one end and the other. It seems pretty much brand new,
or if not, recently renovated and cleaned up. It doesn't smell bad,
and it doesn't reek of cheap. Just outside the convention center,
there's a nice enclosed courtyard, where participants in the convention
can chat between seminars. The rooms range from the usual close'em
off with partitions and stuff 'em full of chairs to more luxurious
auditoriums with theater-style seats. Even the sardine-tin-wannabes
seemed cozy rather than claustrophobic, though that could have been
attributed to my good mood. The drive from my house to the Monterey
Bay Convention Center is 35 minutes of lovely California coast cruising.
Left Coast Crime itself fit perfectly into this center. At any one
time, there were three to four events scheduled simultaneously. This
put two in the smallish -- let's call them "cozy" rooms,
and two in the larger rooms. The rooms were all quite close and in
the center was the registration and signing area. One of the things
that LCC did quite right was to have authors who had just participated
in a panel proceed directly to a signing in this area after their
panel. It made it easy to know where and when to go to get the signature
of an author you had just heard speak. On the downside, if you were
on your way to another event, and there were plenty of reasons to
do so, then you'd either miss the signing or part of the event. But
authors were signing early often and with great generosity.
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One
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Now, you show up for a convention --or sign up in advance -- and
plop down somewhere in the range of $100. What do you get for that?
Well, of course you get to attend the events, and that's essentially
priceless. But you also get a tote bag and some convention materials
which can range from Xeroxed sheets to bound books. You might expect
and not be too particularly put out when tote bags tend to be like
those cheap canvas backpacks you had if you attended high school
in the 1970's. Well, LCC outdid itself here; the bag, from 'M for
Mystery' is honkin', sturdy and highly useful if you trend towards
lugging around books and other crap. Moreover, LCC gave you at least
$150.00 worth of books, including some very good titles.
Scheduling is a vitally important part of running any literary convention.
It's the Achilles' Heel of con programming, but LCC was easily the
best run con in this regard that I've ever attended. The panels were
45 minutes -- period. Always. This left plenty of time to chat afterwards
and reach the next panel. It also left the audience in a 'wanting
more' as opposed to a 'wishing for less' mode, which, on the balance
is good. Good, at least, if you've ever been trapped by your courtesy
in a panel wherein some blowhard was monopolizing the time at end
while the rest of you are just waiting to get OUT!
One of the more indefinable and perhaps less talked about aspects
of any convention is the butthead factor. You know what I'm talking
about. The jerk who asks the totally inappropriate question in the
seminar. The cringe-inducing blowhards who are there to insult one
of the panelists. Or -- my favorite -- the participant who wants
to make a speech, and does so by simply framing it as a question.
They usually think they know far more than anyone else and are willing
to take an inordinate amount of time demonstrating, in their own
minds, that this is so. Good thing the audience is not equipped with
paintball weapons. Or not. Maybe we should be. Then there are those
who attend a literary convention with a political agenda. Thanks,
but the door is THAT way.
No matter how good the panel or the panelists, the audience can make
or break a panel. People who ask short, smart questions that actually
further the discussion and stimulate the panelists make a panel better.
Someone who stands up to offer a public butt-kiss can cause the rest
of the audience to frantically twist their mysteriously inactive
invisibility switches. Damn things never work when you need them.
I have to say that I really only experienced one butthead incident
in the entirety of this convention, which says a lot for the erudite
and very entertaining audience. But let's give the organizers their
due. In one rather large panel, an audience member decided to offer
up what he thought to be some utterly true political commentary,
which much of the audience clearly thought was blank-wing BS. The
moderator was polite but was also able to politely shut the offending
speaker up and keep the offending trap closed. It was excellent work,
appreciated by the audience and the panel alike.
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Spiral-bound
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Of course, by and large a convention consists of a series of speakers
on panels speaking to the audience about a given subject. And the
ever-present problem with panels is the preparedness of the participants.
In theory, the organizers of a conference invite authors, editors,
publishers, academics, critics and gadflies to the conference. When
attendance is confirmed, then panels are created, based on current
literary events, timeless questions, and the interests and specialties
of the confirmed invitees. Once the panels are created, the subjects
are sent out to the participants, who make some essential preparations.
The participants arrive at the convention, show up on time to the
panels and are well prepared and ready to enlighten the audience,
while having an entertaining discussion with peers both known and
unknown about subjects of mutual interest.
In theory.
In practice, what you get is a mess of people who've spent too many
hours traveling in the cramped, uncomfortable and annoyingly intrusive
world of modern commercial airliners dragging their exhausted and
already tetchy selves to a hotel in Godforsaken, West Nowhere only
to have a schedule shoved in their hands confirming their appearance
on a panel covering a subject about which they know nothing and indeed
want to know nothing. Shoved from one panel to the next in a schedule
that requires they literally run from one room to the next, they
show up short of breath, shorter of temper and understandably uninspired
to bluff their way through a panel on a subject they've thought about
on the run from the last panel, especially since they might, like,
be attending another panel that is about their specialty.
I won't say that the above is my sole experience, but I can say I've
seen it happen too often. The audience can't help but feel bad for
people they respect being treated with apparent disrespect, or more
accurately, disinterest. It's not just about filling up slots.
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Not
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And that's why with one exception, I was so impressed by the schedulers
of Left Coast Crime. Other than that one exception, which I'll address
when I cover my specific experience, Left Coast Crime participants
all seemed to know what they were in for, speak well, have some preparation
and be quite well-chosen. It was an impressive display of convention
scheduling and says something for the scaled back nature. By not
trying to cover the world, the LCC schedulers were at least able
to cover themselves.
Like everything else, I arrived late for LCC. Hell, I even signed
up late, letting the deadline pass so that I missed out on a couple
of events that, in retrospect, I would have loved to attend. But
it was Friday, February 20, and I found myself in my car racing down
to Monterey in fairly typical overcast weather. Rain showed up now
and again. The first round of panels I was to attend was the 11 AM
set. It was a pretty delectable set of tough choices. 'The Reader's
Viewpoint: Fans, Booksellers, Collectors, Writers --what they read
and why' is something I'm of course interested in. To a certain extent,
I might have been a decent choice to participate in that panel. Then
there was 'Travel Guide to Long Ago: Historical authors discuss the
settings of their characters'. I do enjoy historical mysteries, but
my interest is really sporadic. To my mind, you could spend a lifetime
reading only in this subgenre and you might miss out on a thing or
two outside of it. But. But.
Now, 'The Wild Bunch: Where did all these weird people come from
and what are they doing in my book? The ensemble crime novel' is
something I would have been particularly interested in, especially
in my now perfect hindsight. But given that Meredith Blevins was
going to be in 'Weird Jobs for a Sleuth', a subject of vital interest
to me, I chose that panel and I chose quite wisely.
As a reader, I don't want to read mysteries that are just about cops.
That would get boring. So hearing how writers who don't have cops
for sleuth/protagonists choose their professions so as to yield up a good mystery
was a fascinating
experience. As a writer, since I'm not a cop, I'd be hard pressed
to write one
(which
doesn't
mean I haven't tried to do so). So hearing how published writers
have managed to make careers out of non-police sleuths was something
I was definitely interested in. The panelists themselves? Fascinating,
and many candidates that sounded fully worth reading. Of course,
we're all familiar with Meredith
Blevins and her married-to-the-gypsies
sleuth. It's an intriguing approach, because it allows her to give
her books a steep, heavy Gypsy flavor without forcing her to toe
the Gypsy line. Bill Moody spoke eloquently about his jazz-playing
sleuths. I was particularly fascinated by Donna J. Ferguson's sea-urchin
diver stories. Anyone who says that sensual writing is writing designed
to "make you experience the smell of docks where they've gutted
fish for 20 years" has an artistic line on writing that's hard
to argue with. John Billheimer talked about Owen Allison, his transportation
investigation consultant whose occupation allows the writer to treat
a wide variety of subjects that involve mysteries but not the traditional
murder investigations. Joyce Krieg makes the most of her time in
the contentious world of talk radio. All in all, a fascinating look
at how writers put their own experience to use in genre writing.
And my first hint as to the audience of this entire conference; aspiring
writers.
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Good
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Next
up, I had no choice; I had to attend 'Making the most of your website'.
The panel was aimed at helping authors, well -- make the
most of their author websites. Nathan Walpow, an author with a list
of three mysteries from Uglytown Productions,
talked about the importance of getting a pro to do your website.
He was eloquent and right. I
had to join him in cringing when one author talked about how easy
it was to do their website in M$ Word, using the 'Save as Web Page'
feature. If you've ever had the misfortune to try this, you'll find
that M$ writes HTML with all sorts of weird M$-centric crap that
is almost impossible to extract and looks weird, even on the M$ browser.
Stephanie Kane had
done just what Walpow suggested, borne out of her research into high-tech
that lead her to a company that could
just do what she wanted. Her website demonstrates
that she made a wise choice. Heidi Mack of Xuni.com puts
together lots of author websites and reviewed her travails and triumphs,
once again emphasizing; let the pros do it for you. I can't
agree more. I hit everybody up for business cards, cheeky blighter
that I am, and headed for the next panel.
'What's Hot, What's Not? Trends in Crime Fiction' was a fascinating
exercise in frustration for all involved. This is not to say that
the panel was badly put together or ill-informed. But there was a
quick consensus that what was hot now was something that was of absolutely
no use to those who were now in the process of contemplating or composing
a novel. It was quickly made clear that anything in process now could
not possibly appear for at least a year and more likely two. So in
terms of it's usefulness for writer, rather on the zippo side. But
in terms of hilarious publishing talk, nobody beat agent Kimberley
Cameron who quipped about getting 25 "Da Vinci Code" wannabes
per day. Agony Column favorite Win Blevins, an editor for Tor/Forge
was present and as witty and entertaining as you might expect. It
was an instructive -- if not exactly inspiring panel.
I was torn in my choices for the next panel; they included 'Chester
Himes' "New Angles": Re-imagining the Heroic in American
hard-boiled crime fiction', 'Bringing the Past Alive: Modern mysteries
that take us back in time', 'Hammet Versus Chandler: Their influence
in today's crime fiction' and 'A serious look at lighthearted mysteries'.
Now any of these had some appeal for me, but though the Himes sounded
interesting, I didn't know doodly-oodly about him. So I called up
Terry D'Auray and asked her; she suggested the Himes and to the Himes
panel I went. What a revelation!
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Chester
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The panelists
were stellar; moderator Norlisha Crawford was an academic lecturer
who specialized in Himes, Woody Haut and Robert Skinner
accomplished critics and Robert Greer, a renowned novelist. Certainly
the subject played a part in inspiring the participants to heights
of insight and praise that brought light to a novelist about whom
I knew nothing going in. I left feeling enthused, energized and ready
to read not only the classics ('Cotton Comes to Harlem') written
by this talented writer, but also the work of those on the panel;
Haut's non-fiction about hardboiled fiction includes 'Neon Noir:
Comtemporary American Crime Fiction', 'Pulp Culture: Hardboiled Fiction
and the Cold War' and 'Heartbreak and Vine: The Fate of Hardboiled
Writers in Hollywood'. Greer's novels include 'The Devil's Hatband',
'The Devil's Red Nickel' and 'The Devil's Backbone'. This was more
of a normal con-style panel, with guest lecturers spinning a subject
into wonderfully entertaining and educational detail. But it was
brilliantly handled on all fronts, and a pleasure through and through.
And afterwards, I spent a long time talking to Greer. You want mind-boggling?
How about a guy who runs a huge research facility, and still manages
to find time to write well-received mystery novels? That would be
Mr. Greer.
Next up at a pace that seemed swift but not overwhelming, was a panel
where the choice was clear; 'Bad Boys and Girls: Heroes on the wrong
side of the law', featuring Scott Phillips, GOH Walter Mosely, Chris
Niles, Barry Eisler, Chris Niles and Simon Wood. Given the high profile
panelists, this was held in one of the larger rooms and brought in
one of the larger audiences. The guests acquitted themselves wonderfully.
Eisler presented a powerful Hollywood-style personality as he talked
about his assassin with a heart of stone, John Rain. While I might
have thought the whole thing would have been sort of off-putting,
instead it proved rather intriguing. I'm hanging on to his novel
and keeping an eye peeled for others. He spoke quite well. Of course,
Scott Phillips was entertaining as all get-out; you've read my reviews
of 'The
Ice Harvest' and 'Cottonwood', and heard the interview, right?
If not, do so; he's worth your time. I've not read Mosely's work,
yes, a surprise given that we writes both SF and mystery, but there
you go, another agonizing lacuna that you add to the list. I'm likewise
unfamiliar with both Chris Miles and Simon Wood. But both spoke very
well and I'd be inclined to seek out their work.
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Walter
Mosley, Guest of Honor, comported himself with class
in a contentious panel.
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With such a large
audience and a name-ful panel, there were bound to be, let's call
them "entertainments". Of course, first
and foremost was the fact that Mosely's protagonists are not Bad
Boys or Girls. So Mosely instead spoke eloquently about the role
of American injustice and how it casts a shadow over all things American.
He's an intelligent and observant man who spoke passionately from
his heart. Oops. Not a good idea in this audience, as one of the
members immediately got up and started his own one-man lecture. It
was obtrusively, obnoxiously political and moderator Simon Wood
shut him down smoothly and effectively. I -- and I suspect the rest
of the audience -- wanted to applaud. While on one hand, the placement
of Mosely in the panel was something of a mistake, Mosely himself
was smart enough to make things work, without complaining. And the
moderator, Simon Wood did something that needs to be done about 50
times per day in your average Worldcon; he did it with utter aplomb.
The final panel of the day -- and the only panel in the coveted final
panel timeslot -- was another must-attend for this writer: 'Sounding
Off: Reviewers tell it like it is'. Andi Shechter, Sally Fellowes,
Chris Aldrich and Maddy Van Hertbruggen talked about the perils,
the pitfalls, the joys and the thrills of writing reviews and piles
of books. Lots of it was familiar, some of it was unique, all of
it was entertaining.
By this time, I'd finally figured out that the intended audience
wasn't just fans, but more specific. Left Coast Crime was a convention
aimed largely
at those who wanted to write fiction. With this aim in mind, it
also served fans quite well, since it offered a workman's insight
in the process of creating,
crafting and selling fiction.
Finally getting a chance a take a breath, I managed to get over to
the Dealer's room, where I finally met Michael DeSarro, and bought
a first ed hardcover of David Corbett's 'The Devil's Redhead'. I
also took the time to meet and speak with Jim Pascoe and Tom Fassbender.
I set up to do an interview with them on Sunday morning, and kept
my questions at the time to a minimum. And then -- as the rain began
to fall sporadically -- I drove home, stopping at the Central Texas
Barbecue in Castroville for three 'Trail Bosses' to go. A fine cap
on a wonderful day.
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