Nick
I was pissed off when Cannongate killed off Rebel Inc. They published
some top quality work. Bukowski, Brautigan, Fante, Trocchi, Hamsun etc.
I know Cannongate now print a lot of these same authors but it's not
the same. With a Rebel Inc book you were always guaranteed something
away from the mainstream.
Apart from Bukowski, all the other authors you mention are very hard to find new. Richard Brautigan basically has one book in print. The rest are all old, second hand sold as new on amazon etc.
The thing with Canongate is that once you have an author that not only wins the Booker, but ends up being the highest selling Booker winner ever - and that is saying something - it's natural you get pulled away from what got you there. It'd be unfair to call them lucky for getting Life of Pi; lucky would have been then printing the manuscript by mistake and accidentally mailing it to the Booker judges. However, their catalogues are very focussed on foreign/translated writers now. It's inevitable Scottish ones get left behind.
As far as caring about 'Scottish publishing', I guess it's the same way some people discuss record labels or DVD imprints. I know it doesn't impress or interest others, but I don't think you can deny Scottish literature is feeling stale these days.
It's because the game has changed.
With the glut of creative writing courses up and down the land, there are more eager youngsters desperate to 'get published'. My contention with this, is why do they want it? Is it purely for the act of getting published, or is it because of that throb Nabokov used to talk about that, that itch in your spin that won't let your story go away; it demands your attention, and then an audience. It's about feeling like you have something to say. It doesn't have to have a political or cultural agenda, as Cancer Party undoubtedly is, but as long it seeks a style, or a voice. Those two elements are sadly lacking.
I'd also like to see someone stand up and affirm not only that they want to be the best, but think they are the best. If you don't, then I really believe you should go home. Now it's not about denegrating others, or not enjoying the many other talents out there, but to aspire to get
up there. That's where Scottish writers need to get to.
Great literature doesn't sulk in the corner of the room. It comes and gets you and throws you down the stairs, then rips your clothes off and ravishes you right there on the carpet. It doesn't give a shit if your knees are burning, it just wants to hear you scream out in an agony of pleasure (sic). We need literature that's going to give you a good seeing to.
At the moment, there's too much tentative finger banging in the dark going on.
Prime example would be Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis. Here's a guy that writes his first novel in years that starts with a 50 page autobiography, then the rest about a character called Bret Easton Ellis. Say what you want about the sub-Dean Koontz mess that ensued after the halfway stage, but the perceived narcissism of the pretence had nothing to do with that. I would say there is simply not a writer in Britain that would dare to try something like that. Maybe only Martin Amis or Will Self.
I've said it before, but Scotland really does have a problem with culture and ambition.