Responding to Rem’s request, here is an image of one of the heads of Ife currently in a show at the British Museum. For anyone who’s read the Stone Dance, it will be obvious why these would appeal to me. Exquisite works of art, these could easily be the pattern for the masks of the Masters. What is rather darkly amusing is that, when they were discovered, it was decided that these sculptures, as well as the more famous ones from Benin, could not possibly have been made by Africans – the heads were, after all, not only made of metal, but artistically at least as accomplished as anything made by the Greeks or Romans. The usual litany of fanciful attributions were made to explain their origins: a lost tribe of Israel, some wandering Roman army, some Greeks merchants who had gone astray, alien visitation yada yada yada… All of this because it didn’t conform with the cosy, racist ideology of the West about what African art was – something more like the second image. Of course, ironically, it was examples of African art like the latter image that inspired people like Picasso to overthrow classicism… A similar hysterical analysis was applied to the ruins of Great Zimbabwe – even though they CLEARLY resembled in form the houses of the local people – which form was entirely determined by their culture and way of life. Though I am reasonably well read when it comes to world history, I was in my 30s before I discovered that Africa had had any urban culture at all. This could be down to some failing on my part. But I suspect it had more to do with a conspiracy of silence that has insisted on portraying Africans as savages in straw skirts, living in mud huts and dining on missionaries… Pah!!!
These sci-fi conventions are a strange experience. Imagine, if you will, the life of an author (this author, certainly): locked away in a remote, country retreat working away quietly, patiently – who is suddenly transported to a hotel consisting of a labyrinth of rooms occupied by at least 1400 extremely diverse people, many luminaries (not only authors and artists and critics, but professors of various kinds, editors of prestigious magazines and newspapers etc etc), and endlessly flowing beer (and some rather lethal cider!).
This year I decided to go to the convention too late to be included on any panels. This had the positive effect of giving me much more time to wander about talking to people. I caught up with some old friends and made some new ones. Conversations were continuous and diverse. Of the events, I particularly enjoyed talks given by Iain Banks and Alastair Reynolds.
These experiences were coupled with a few days in London (where, amongst other things, I went to see an exhibition of sublime bronze heads from Ife in West Africa), a meeting with my agent Victoria and catching up with friends and family. All in all, it was quite a trip, and one whose experiences I am still consolidating…