A night at the Walkleys

“It’s the worst Walkleys I’ve been to in terms of entertainment,” a veteran journalist told Crikey.com.au media journalist, Matthew Knott, after the awards night on Friday, adding it was “extraordinarily dull.”

Do you go to a Walkleys Awards night, expecting to be entertained? I don’t, although, of course, it would be a bonus. I go because when you’re a judge, you get a complimentary ticket, and because you get to see old mates who you wouldn’t normally come across during the year. (No matter how long the night lasts, you miss out on a few mates!)

It’s a television event, broadcast as live, by SBS, where it’s recorded and cut to fit the time allotted (and edit the boring bits, of course, like a long walk to the stage by a presenter), and the producers try to maintain the pace.

I watched the broadcast on IQ, a few days later, and it didn’t seem that boring to me. Okay, there were no dance routines or comedians like Billy Crystal to have us rolling in the aisles, but Anton Enus of SBS and Heather Ewart of the ABC did a good job of hosting the show, and keeping it moving.

It started well, with good opening graphics and a nice package of the major news events of the year, and right into the first award of the night, with Ellen Fanning of The Global Mail presenting the Walkley for the best Print News Report to Kate McClymont of the SMH and the Age for “(Craig) Thompson: New credit card claims.” And, as the case for nearly all the awards, there was no acceptance speech, to keep up the pace. (In the “real” live version, the Federal Secretary of the Media Entertainment & Arts Alliance (MEAA), Chris Warren, threw to the wrap of the year. Chris wound up on the cutting room floor, but he did get to present the Gold Walkley on air!)

For those of us in the audience, watching the show live in the Great Hall at Parliament House in Canberra, it was a great idea as the thought of each winner thanking his or her producer, editor, mentor, family, etc would have driven us to the nearest pub – the Speaker’s Corner in the Hyatt Hotel just down Commonwealth Avenue. There are simply too many categories to allow thank you speeches. Even the Academy Awards present Oscars before they go to air! Crikey complained – facetiously, I think — because their brilliant cartoonist, First Dog on the Moon, Andrew Marlton, who won the Best Cartoon Walkley for his incisive take on the asylum seeker issue, wasn’t shown getting his award until the credits rolled at the end of the broadcast.

And the Walkley Foundation is now considering whether the categories should be open to all content distributed on any platform, in other words, no longer dividing them into separate media, like print, radio, broadcast or online. I doubt that will happen as the Walkleys are also trying to decide whether the categories for digital journalism should be broadened, which would mean even more awards. The Global Mail, for example, is a quality digital magazine that is only published online, and they’ve already won journalism prizes in the Kennedy Awards, and had a finalist in the Walkleys (Ellen Fanning). Best headings are still a popular category, as Paul Dyer of the Northern Territory News demonstrated, with his Walkley for the three best headlines, especially, “Why I stuck a cracker up my clacker.” See photo above!

The Walkleys are even asking Alliance members whether they should recognise mobile journalism as a separate category. Why not, I ask, even though I still have trouble answering my Samsung Galaxy (no, I am not being paid for advertising, or my blog either!), which I got a month ago. If people are using their mobiles to produce quality journalism, they should be considered for a Walkley.

THE ‘RIGHT PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME’

The Walkleys are all about excellence in journalism, and that was the most controversial topic last Friday night, because the winner of the award for Outstanding Contribution to Journalism brought it up during his acceptance speech. Peter Cave, the long-time foreign correspondent of the ABC, was mildly critical of the Walkleys, saying “some good” and “some terrible” decisions had been made over the past few years. He said he deserved only one of the previous five Walkleys he had received, the others were given because he happened to be in the “right place at the wrong time.” It’s supposed to be about excellence in journalism, he said.  Peter was critical of the televising of the broadcast and the use of autocue to make witty comments (I disagree with him on this, as some presenters freeze on air, even an “as live” broadcast!) He said the judging process should be reformed, and the Walkley Board should be divorced from the MEAA. You can judge for yourself Peter’s arguments in a copy of his speech on YouTube, including a video with some of his career highlights: http://bit.ly/TyPqdQ

In my experience, the judges are valued for their independence. The Walkley Foundation gives them guidelines on how to narrow down the short list of entries to three finalists, and it’s then up to the board to make the decisions. There are sometimes fierce arguments among the judges, but they usually pick the best three in the category, with a commendation allowed for another entry if they believe it deserves a special mention.

Peter Cave said he was happy to hear that the Walkleys had decided to review the categories and criteria. One of the sample questions the Foundation has suggested we consider is: How can the awards better promote the social value of professional journalism in Australia?

Well, that’s an easy one to answer, and I think that’s what Peter Cave was getting at in his acceptance speech. Professional journalism should be about excellence. That means we should be doing stories that matter, stories that people care about, stories that people watch and read. We should listen to what people are talking about, what they’re interested in, and what they want us to focus on.  It doesn’t mean we have to listen to shock jocks – God forbid – but to see what people are reading and watching and talking about in the pubs and shops. They want to know how the carbon tax will affect them, whether the Budget Surplus is necessary, whether the National Disability scheme will really help the disabled, when the politicians will stop attacking each other and actually do something positive for their electorates. The Walkley Award for Social Equity Journalism is an example of what we can do. Steve Pennells, the Gold Walkley winner, also won the social equity award for his moving feature on the drowning victims of an asylum seeker tragedy. Another example is the Journalism Leadership Award taken out by The Border Mail for “Ending the Suicide Silence,” an issue that cries out to be told.

A relatively new Walkley award is for the best documentary, and this year it went to Celeste Geer and Rebel Films for an ABC TV production, Then the Wind Changed, about the poignant struggle by a Victorian regional community to recover from the Black Saturday bushfires. Journalism can help people cope and survive, by telling stories that prompt us to put ourselves into other people’s shoes. Empathy is the key word here, and any journalist worth his or her salt has this quality in spades.

THE SOCIETY OF PERPETUAL JUDGING

Another question suggested by the Walkley Foundation is: What should award-winning journalism mean today?

It should still be about quality. An award-winning story must be relevant, have impact and public benefit, be well written and produced, be original and make use of the latest technology if necessary (the Walkleys suggest some of the former criteria to judge entries now). Twitter and Facebook and online research can add to the story, and should be used if traditional methods fail. If new technology helps you tell a better story, then you should use it. Most newspapers add more information and video to enhance a story, especially a splash with lots of sidebars. If all this leads to excellence in journalism, then you should be an award-winner.

To return to Peter Cave, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what he had to say on Friday night, except he repeated himself a few times (quite understandable, given he was addressing 600 people and a national television audience).

After 40 years in journalism, he’s entitled to be honest in an acceptance speech to his peers. In fact, that was one of the traits he was honoured for by his colleagues, as well as for his sensitivity and skill.

And after my 40 years in journalism, I’d rather listen to Peter Cave’s honest appraisal of what’s wrong with the Walkleys, rather than a thank you speech with the usual superlatives. He received a standing ovation at the beginning and generous applause at the end.

There should be more awards … for blogging, citizen journalism, tweeting (Mark Colvin of the ABC should win that hands down) … and more Peter Caves.

As long as the Walkleys have journalists like my old mate, Laurie Oakes, as the chair of their advisory board, they can’t go wrong. I enjoyed listening to both his speeches on Friday night, and reading the keynote address he gave to the Walkley Media Conference on Thursday, the Alliance Centenary Lecture, titled The Future is Anybody’s Guess. You can read it here: http://bit.ly/TFnqFe (One of the reasons the Walkleys were in Canberra is that the capital will be celebrating its centenary next year.)

And, of course, the awards will need more independent judges, but there are so many experienced journalists being made redundant, the Walkley Foundation should have no trouble finding people to fill the positions. (You don’t get paid, but you do get a free lunch and a complimentary ticket to the Walkleys night of nights!)

In the U.S., old journos are constantly being called upon to judge awards, so much so that they have nicknamed the Society of Professional Journalists … the Society of Perpetual Judging.

I can identify with that, but I think it’s important for those of us who have had long careers in journalism to give something back to our profession.

The Walkley Awards for Excellence in Journalism is a good place to start.

PS If you want to see who won the 2012 Walkley Awards, here’s a gallery from the Walkley website: http://bit.ly/TE23ba

Raags to riches in India

“If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth.”

That was Sydney Smith, English writer and clergyman (1771-1845), on music as an addiction. Manisha Jolie Amin also has a love affair with the raag, a type of musical form in India – the word raag meaning mood.

I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated what a raag is, but Manisha Amin certainly has, and her novel, Dancing to the Flute, is an ode to its beauty. The tale starts slowly as Kalu, a cheeky street orphan, plays a tune with a leaf rolled into a pipe as he’s perched in a banyan tree in the village of Hastinapore.

Along comes a healer, a Vaid (don’t worry, there’s a glossary in the back of the book), who hears the sound of music: “The sound, sweet and clear, rode the wind, snaking through the tree and down into the village.” When Vaid Dada offers to fix his injured foot, Kalu is reluctant because he can’t pay, but the healer gives him ten rupees and says his music will pay for his treatment.

Okay, you say, another one of those Indian novels, focussing on nature and art and folklore. Wrong.  Once you get through that lyrical first chapter, the story turns to Kalu’s entry into the real world of music, studying under a master musician, brother of the healer.

What sets this first novel apart from others are its well-drawn characters; the use of stories told to the author by her mother, and knowledge of the flute and songs supplied by her father, who played the instrument. It is also beautifully written, deceptively simple in its language, but layered with emotion and empathy.

Kalu loves the flute and wants to be a musician, but is torn between leaving his friends, Bal, a buffalo boy, and, Malti, a servant girl, in the house of Ganga Ba, his first benefactor, and going to the house of Guruji, a teacher, and world-class musician, to learn how to play properly.

After hearing Kalu play a plastic flute, the Vaid tells him: “Never be scared to play. This sound, this music is a part of you, just like the tears on your face. You cannot throw it away. It will not let you’.” He takes Kalu to his brother, who’s retired to the hills, tired of the travel and the cost of fame.

The relationship between Kalu and Guruji is one of the strengths of Dancing to the Flute. Ashwin, Guruji’s right-hand man, is another strong character. When the teacher agrees to accept the street urchin as his student, Ashwin says: “Listen Kalu, you have a gift. Vaid Dada wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise. You need to trust that. And Guruji will make a real musician out of you, Kalu, despite himself.”

Although Vaid Dada denies it to his brother, there is an element of Pygmalion to the story. Guruji teaches him to read and write and the value of books: “Books can teach you things, can take you to places you couldn’t possibly go otherwise. And they are the great equaliser.” And to prove it, when Kalu writes a letter to Ganga Ba, she brings in all the servants to
read it to them.

Amin as narrator tells the story of the wolf boy brought up by a pack of wolves in the jungle, and Malti back in the village remembers the tale, and thinks Kalu is just as interesting, “his foot, the miracle of its healing and his promotion to student from beggar boy made him newsworthy. She hoped he was finding the change easier than she imagined the wolf boy did, or than even she would have. Malti liked things to stay the same.”

RAVI SHANKAR A RAAG ROLE MODEL

Another interesting character is Martin, a Western musician, who has come to Guruji to learn classical Indian music after hearing Ravi Shankar play at the Cathedral of St John the Divine in New York City. Guruji takes Martin on so that he can teach Kalu as well: “I’d like him to be able to read, write and play music the Western way. Not so that he become a Western musician, but – and I mean this, Kalu – so he understands your world as you learn his.”

It was about this time in my reading of the novel that I realised it reminded me of that great Indian novelist, R.K. Narayan, who I first came across in the 1980s when The University of Chicago Press published a series of his books set in Malgudi, a city of his own creation. Graham Greene was a big fan of Narayan. In his praise, Greene talked about writers like Tolstoy, Henry James, Turgenev, Chekhov and Conrad “who hold us at a long arm’s length with their ‘courtly foreign grace’,” and then added: “Narayan (whom I don’t hesitate to name in such a context) more than any of them wakes in me a spring of gratitude, for he has offered me a second home. Without him I could never have known what it is like to be Indian.”

Here’s a little snippet from his first novel, Swami and Friends, published in 1935, about a protest against the British featuring the main character: “Somebody asked him: ‘Young man, do you want our country to remain in eternal slavery?’ ‘No, No.’ Swaminathan replied. ‘But you are wearing a foreign cap.’ Swaminathan quailed with shame. ‘Oh, I didn’t notice,’ he said, and removing his cap flung it into the fire with a feeling he was saving the country.”

I’m not saying Manisha Amin is at Narayan’s level, but this is only her first novel, and like the famous Indian writer concentrates on ordinary people like Malti and Bal and those who gather outside the gate of Guruji’s house to listen to Kalu play. And she takes on tough issues like arranged marriages – Malti’s unhappy union with a man who left her alone until dawn on her wedding night. Amin uses the character of Guruji to teach Kalu valuable lessons about life. After a tragic event, he tells his student: “You will never forget this pain. I know nothing I say will truly make a difference to you at this point. But you can take your experiences and choose how they change you.” That last line is reminiscent of what playwright Arthur Miller said to the writer Joe McGinniss in his book Heroes: “To exist constantly in a state of controlled hysteria. It’s agony. But everyone has agony. The difference is that I try to take my agony home and teach it to sing.” (Joe McGinniss will be speaking about his book on Sarah Palin at the Sydney Writers’ Festival next weekend: http://bit.ly/Hc1ni3 )

The scenes at the end of the book between Kalu and Malti and Bal and Guruji are so moving, I had to wipe away the tears. Unfortunately, that means I can’t give you any details, otherwise it will spoil the ending. All I can say is that there is a lot of dancing to the flute in the final chapter. And Kalu finds that “the real gift he’d been given wasn’t the flute itself, but the way it had helped him to find the people he needed most.”

My only complaint, and it’s a minor one, is that I had trouble understanding the explanations of the raag, with its aalaaps and jors and antaras and bol bandhs which introduce each section of the book – all written by Guruji. I don’t know much about music, except that it can make me happy and move me to tears, but these standfirsts slowed me down, particularly at the end – except the last line of the final introduction to the last part: “It’s the release of breath that the audience makes as the last note dies away.” That I can understand, but I’d suggest putting it all in an introduction so that readers can go back to it, if necessary, as they would with the glossary. And, to be fair, the author has provided a list of books and articles about the music in the novel after the acknowledgements, for those interested.

Speaking of acknowledgements, they are lovely. Born in Kenya and a frequent traveller to India, Manisha Jolie Amin thanks her family for help on the Indian background – the Gujarati language, the songs, the stories et al. She writes: “This book would never have been written had I not experienced the beauty of the raag. My sincere thanks to the musicians that dedicate their life to this form of music.”

I’d like to thank them, too, for making this book possible.

Dancing to the Flute, Manisha Jolie Amin, Allen & Unwin, 342 pages, $29.99

Sarah Ferguson at Press Freedom Dinner

FREEDOM OF THE PRESS

Before I go, a brief wrap on the Media Alliance’s Press Freedom Dinner in Sydney last week. The highlights were the speeches by Laurie Oakes of Channel Nine and Sarah Ferguson of the ABC’s Four Corners – Gold Walkley winners and passionate journalists. Laurie spoke about how the Convergence Review Committee absorbed the work of the Finkelstein inquiry and was well received – “mainly because it recommends an industry-led body to oversee standards, rather than the dreaded statutory authority favoured by Finkelstein.” Laurie Oakes also made the important point that public trust in the media is declining and we need to rebuild that trust.

Sarah’s speech was the “best ever,” in my opinion, on how press freedom often depends on non-journalists like bloggers and citizen journalists and activists like Lyn White of Animals Australia, who shot the footage of cattle slaughter in Indonesia, before Four Corners took their own for their story A Bloody Business. She blasted newspapers and television stations for running stories alleging the ABC’s animal footage being fake, and ABC 24 for repeating the stories without calling her or the producer to check. And she told the lovely story about Hussain Nasir, an Iraqi refugee, who helped Four Corners with their 2010 report, Smugglers’ Paradise, wearing a hidden camera into some of the most dangerous places in Indonesia. A former operative with US Special Forces in Iraq, Hussain told Four Corners: “I must destroy these bad people and the people behind them.” During the course of the program, Hussain risks his life and helps expose six major people smugglers. The UNHCR approves the resettlement of him and his wife and four children, and his family eventually gets to Australia. At the last minute, his resettlement is cancelled. Four Corners and the ABC then worked hard to get him here … and there is a happy ending. During her speech, Sarah Ferguson introduced Hussain Nasir, who was sitting at the ABC table, to the Press Freedom Dinner audience, and he received a long and well-deserved ovation. Bravo Sarah Ferguson, Four Corners and Hussain Nasir.

Lest we forget: Chris Warren, the Federal Secretary of the Media Alliance, told the dinner that 106 journalists and media personnel were killed last year, according to the International Federation of Journalists. For many journalists, the freedom of the press is a cause to die for.

Update: Saturday 5.40pm AEST. And the Newseum in Washington DC will rededicate its Journalists Memorial on Monday, May 14 at 10am (midnight Tuesday Australian EST), honouring journalists and media personnel who died covering the news in 2011. Among those honoured will be reporter Paul Lockyer and cameraman John Bean of the ABC, who were killed in a helicopter crash, along with their pilot Gary Ticehurst, in South Australia last August. Paul Lockyer’s sons, Nicholas and Jamie, will be attending the ceremony on Monday. The memorial honours 2,156 reporters, photographers, broadcaster and news executives from around the world, dating back to 1837. The CEO of the Newseum, James C. Duff, said: “The Newseum is proud to honour these journalists who paid the ultimate sacrifice in pursuit of the truth.” Hear, hear!

Update: Friday, May 18, 2.49pm And here’s how the ABC AM program covered the moving ceremony on Tuesday morning (Australian time): http://bit.ly/L1WaeO