These five award-winning
Australian speculative fiction stories from the 2009-2013 National Republican
Short Story Competition will intrigue, educate and delight. This republican
speculative fiction anthology presents a compelling preview of the
possible future of Australia as a republic.
These five award-winning short
stories show it is through speculative fiction that change can begin to how we
see ourselves as a nation - now and into the future. So, let’s speculate about
us, our country – and the future we will share, together.
As these five prize-winning
short stories show, it is through speculative fiction that change can begin. We
can’t achieve anything unless we imagine it first. Before every great invention
and before every great journey is the idea. Without ideas and imagination, we
are all trapped in the past. So, for anyone who is interested in speculating on
the possible futures of the Australian republic, please … read on.
Short Story 1 - Rook Feast
Rook Feast by Kel Robertson tells the story of the final meeting between the King
of England, who is under house arrest, and a minister of the British
government. The minister (who is also a relative) has come to inform the last
King of England “on a perfect English spring day” what is to be his fate.
“You want
me to abdicate in favour of Elizabeth … and leave?”
“No, it’s much too late for abdication.”
“I see,” he said. “Then it really is over.”
“Afraid so.”
“More than 1500 years of history all the way from bloody Edgar. Over. Ended.”
“History doesn’t change,” I said. “The past is always as it was.”
“Very epigrammatic,” he snorted.
He underarmed another cucumber sandwich onto the lawn. A larger number of rooks landed and savaged it noisily.
“There’s nothing that can be done?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re quite sure?”
“Quite.”
“No, it’s much too late for abdication.”
“I see,” he said. “Then it really is over.”
“Afraid so.”
“More than 1500 years of history all the way from bloody Edgar. Over. Ended.”
“History doesn’t change,” I said. “The past is always as it was.”
“Very epigrammatic,” he snorted.
He underarmed another cucumber sandwich onto the lawn. A larger number of rooks landed and savaged it noisily.
“There’s nothing that can be done?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re quite sure?”
“Quite.”
Short Story 2 - Inauguration Day
Inauguration
Day by Sean Ness tells the story of
James Hapeta, an Australian Federal Police Lieutenant assigned to Presidential
protection detail with the Inauguration Day Presidential parade. As the Presidential
motorcade travels through the streets of Canberra, Hapeta and his security
colleagues attention to security is at fever pitch due to a discovered credible
threat.
… the
President and his wife walked over to the sleek limousine, escorted closely by
one particular bodyguard – short and thick, bald and fierce-looking. After the
Presidential couple were inside, the man closed their door and approached
Hapeta.
“Commander Griggs,” Hapeta said, “What’s the situation? Is he going to cancel the …”
Griggs interrupted. “The motorcade is going ahead. Same route – Ainslie, Antill, Northbourne. Keep your men alert and the formation tight. We get to Parliament in thirty minutes, no less.”
Hapeta choked down a horrified gasp. “But sir, surely with a threat this credible … I know how much the parade means to the President, but …”
“You have your orders, Lieutenant. The President says we continue, so we do.”
“Commander Griggs,” Hapeta said, “What’s the situation? Is he going to cancel the …”
Griggs interrupted. “The motorcade is going ahead. Same route – Ainslie, Antill, Northbourne. Keep your men alert and the formation tight. We get to Parliament in thirty minutes, no less.”
Hapeta choked down a horrified gasp. “But sir, surely with a threat this credible … I know how much the parade means to the President, but …”
“You have your orders, Lieutenant. The President says we continue, so we do.”
Short Story 3 - The King and Mister Crow
The King and Mister Crow by RPL Johnson has the future King William V reflecting on the theme of
citizen or subject and issues of individuality and Australian independence
while he lays injured in a plane crash in the Australian outback.
“Are you a
flying doctor?” the aboriginal asked and enough of my pride had survived the
crash to feel a little crestfallen at his lack of recognition.
“No,” I replied. “It was supposed to be a state visit.”
The old man examined me closely. “I know you,” he said eventually. “You are the Prince.”
“King,” I corrected him. “For two years now.” News must travel slowly out here. “Before you lies King William the Fifth, by the Grace of God King of the United Kingdom and his other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.”
The man nodded sagely. He sat down next to me, thin brown legs folded under him like a bushel of firewood. His pale soles faced me. It looked as if he could have walked a tightrope of barbed wire without feeling a thing.
“I am Wakarla,” he said. “You are a long way from home. What brings you here?”
“No,” I replied. “It was supposed to be a state visit.”
The old man examined me closely. “I know you,” he said eventually. “You are the Prince.”
“King,” I corrected him. “For two years now.” News must travel slowly out here. “Before you lies King William the Fifth, by the Grace of God King of the United Kingdom and his other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.”
The man nodded sagely. He sat down next to me, thin brown legs folded under him like a bushel of firewood. His pale soles faced me. It looked as if he could have walked a tightrope of barbed wire without feeling a thing.
“I am Wakarla,” he said. “You are a long way from home. What brings you here?”
Short Story 4 - The Harvest
The Harvest by Jennifer Morris explores the theme of defining national identity
with its excellent evocation of the country town atmosphere as well as
descriptions of the vegetable garden and its connections with a sense of home.
Daniel and
young Jim tossed the coin. It landed President side up. "I get to collect
the eggs," yelled Daniel. "You have to wash their water dish out Jim.
Back soon Gran!" I watched out the window. The boys, my youngest
grandsons, ran, jostled and pushed each other most of the way to the chook
yard. The original vegetable garden to the left of the yard was flourishing.
Broad beans were flowering, the coriander was spurting new growth and the
parsley had taken on a life of its own.
Short Story 5 - When the Ice Melts
When the
Ice Melts by Ingle Knight with its quietly
satirical edge connects the climate change controversy with discussion of
euthanasia and dilemmas in the republican debate.
As the air
gets warmer and the ice melts we should be facing the end of the world but
instead we find our days occupied with another kind of ending. What the two
endings have in common is the Prime Minister's lifelong refusal to give
credence to either of them until, suddenly, now. I know everything seems
strange these days. Nothing is turning out as we would have expected. But what
seems strangest of all is that it is the old man's capitulation to the
inevitability of what's happening that has been the catalyst for things turning
out as they have.
Final Word - Professor Geoff Gallop
In Australia’s history republicanism
has always been more than an argument for breaking our constitutional ties with
the British Crown; it’s also been about how we can create an improved system of
democracy that better reflects our values as a free, fair and multicultural
nation.
It’s been about a better future and
how we can create it through a mixture of reflection, deliberation and
decision. It’s driven along by the belief that we can do better and that our
political imagination can be trusted to find a system that will inspire and
endure.
Our opponents think we have reached
the pinnacle of achievement and no good can come from a move to the republic.
They fear change and prefer the past to the future.
Through the National
Republican Short Story Competition we have encouraged imaginative
thinking of the sort we need also to apply to our institutions generally. How
could they be better? How can we translate aspirations into goals? How can we
achieve those goals?
Thinking and doing, doing and
thinking – that’s the key to improvement!
Professor
Geoff Gallop AC.Chair, Australian Republican Movement
For more details on Speculating
on the Australian Republic, email fiction@republic.org.au
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