The Trials of Portnoy
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THE TRIALS OF PORTNOY
Patrick Mullins is a Canberra-based academic and writer. He has a PhD from the University of Canberra, and his first book, Tiberius with a Telephone, a biography of former prime minister William McMahon, was published by Scribe in 2018.
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First published by Scribe 2020
Copyright © Patrick Mullins 2020
Excerpts from Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth, copyright © 1969, 1997, by Philip Roth. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC.
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Contents
Chapter 1 Wrap and pay
Chapter 2 In the national interest
Chapter 3 Another country
Chapter 4 The lady
Chapter 5 A literary onanism
Chapter 6 Regulation 4A
Chapter 7 Straws in the wind
Chapter 8 An endemic complaint
Chapter 9 Literature and liberty
Chapter 10 Peppercorns and pyrrhic victories
Chapter 11 A kick in the ribs
Chapter 12 The beginning of the game
Chapter 13 The subject of expert evidence
Chapter 14 Figures in dusty light
Chapter 15 A cloistered and untried virtue
Chapter 16 Paper tigers
Chapter 17 Stories of Australian censorship
Acknowledgements
Notes
Bibliography
CHAPTER 1
Wrap and pay
A few minutes before noon on Monday 31 August 1970, two men alighted from a car parked on Castlereagh Street, Sydney, and crossed the road, heading toward the Angus & Robertson bookstore. A cool wind was curling through the city and the street around them was busy: cars and buses stopping and starting on the road, lunching city workers jostling with wandering shoppers on the footpath. But amid this, the two men noticed, was a hubbub of activity. Outside Angus & Robertson, a film crew and television presenter were speaking to people on the street, and those with time were stopping to watch. As the two men approached, they observed an elderly man waving a book and talking into a proffered microphone, attracting favourable murmurs from the gathered crowd.
The two men noted the book the man was waving, but did not stop to listen. They made their way through the throng and entered the bookstore so slightly apart that no one could tell if they were together. Neither entered Angus & Robertson with the look of openness and idleness with which many enter bookstores. Once inside, they did not look around to gather their bearings. They did not browse the shelves, nor approach an attendant for help. Strangers to the store, they knew very well what they were doing.
The older of the two men, Quill, began walking towards the back of the store. His companion, Mitchell, followed two steps behind him. Their destination was the paperback section — a vast part of the store that encompassed seven display cases, two swivel shelves, and a wall of books that extended almost to the high ceiling. On any given day there were nearly 1,500 titles on those shelves: a varied and immense library of novels, poetry, short-story collections, works of history, philosophy, science, geography, and biography.
As Quill and Mitchell entered that section, uninterested in the books and undaunted by their number, they took note of the people milling around the shelves and the neat young man who was standing behind a counter, serving customers. There was a long, thin sign above him that read ‘Wrap and Pay’, and beside him, helping to package books, was a young woman with long, dark hair. There was a queue circling from behind the counter to the front, and Mitchell, with a nod from Quill, joined it. He made a mental note of those in front of him: a young woman with straight brown hair and no makeup, dressed in a navy-blue uniform and carrying a brown Globite bag; a man in his twenties, bearded, wearing a shabby navy skivvy, jeans, and old brown sandals; a middle-aged woman with grey hair, wearing a yellow coat; and, in front of her and at the head of the queue, three middle-aged men, all in suits and ties and all marks of respectability.
With Mitchell in the queue, Quill positioned himself so that he could see the counter. Both watched what happened there. They saw people exchange money for a book, which was withdrawn from below the counter, slipped into a brown-and-green Angus & Robertson–branded paper bag, and then handed over. It was the everyday commerce of any bookshop, but Mitchell and Quill watched as if it was the most interesting thing they had ever seen.
One by one, the line advanced. The exchange was repeated. It was quickly done. Each person in the queue was at the counter for barely a minute. As other people joined the queue, Quill and Mitchell continued to observe the transactions. They watched the middle-aged woman ask in a timid voice for a book, then smile nervously when she received it. They watched the shabbily dressed man. They watched the young woman. The two men were especially interested in her: they noted that her purchase — bold, unabashed, even a little loud — occurred without so much as a batted eyelid.
Finally, Mitchell reached the front of the queue. Quill watched him approach the counter. He saw it almost as an animatronic sequence, of action and reaction and reaction again. He saw Mitchell speak, the man behind the counter nod, the girl reach down and withdraw a book, which she slipped into a brown-and-green bag. She handed it over; the man behind the counter spoke again; Mitchell handed him a $2 note and received change. Then it was over: Mitchell was off, making for the exit.
Quill followed. Outside the store, amid the wind and the people and the noise of the city, Mitchell opened the bag and withdrew the book. He and Quill looked at it. It was a small, unremarkable thing: a paperback with an orange spine and a plain black cover. The publisher’s colophon was in the top-right corner — an ambling penguin, facing to the left. The title of the book was printed in graceful white text; the author’s name appeared above it in thick block capitals of yellowing scarlet.
Quill and Mitchell nodded to one another, satisfied, as though they had been doubtful they would receive the real thing.
They did not know it at that time, but by their simple purchase these two men had helped to set in train events that would lead to the collapse of a system that was, for many Australians, a simple and immutable fact of life. The government apparatuses that enforced censorship in Australia would be left tottering when a decision to prosecute those who had published and sold this book provoked a legion of booksellers, publishers, authors, journalists, and academics to rise to its defence. Those coming to this book’s defence believed that Australians had the right to read whatever they wanted; that censorship was stifling Australian intellectual and cultural life; that closed-minded wowsers were enforcing a system of morals that was hypocritical, outdated, and out of sync with the
country that Australia was becoming. Many of these beliefs had been long-held — indeed, in the fights between censors and their opponents, these beliefs had regularly incited great passion and fine words.
But in two years’ time the battles would be virtually over. The censorship system, as it existed, would be all but abolished. And the slim novel that now rested in Mitchell’s hands would be at the heart of the reason why.
At that moment, on that cool day at the end of winter, as they stood on Castlereagh Street, neither man knew this. Neither Mitchell nor Quill had any inkling of what would eventuate from their visit to the Angus & Robertson bookstore. For them, this was simply routine, the banality of day-to-day police work.
They slipped the copy of Portnoy’s Complaint back into its bag. Then they turned and began walking towards King Street, unremarkable and unnoticed among the crowds. There was another bookshop to visit.
CHAPTER 2
In the national interest
By the time Australia federated in 1901, there existed already a thicket of laws to prevent publication and dissemination of the indecent and the obscene.1 Derived from English statutes and largely passed in the preceding quarter-century, when each of the states was a colony, these state-based laws constituted the first thorny element of Australia’s censorship regime. The second element was introduced later that year, when the new Commonwealth adopted the Customs Act and the Post and Telegraph Act. The former gave unbridled power to the Department of Trade and Customs to control all imports to Australia; the latter empowered the Postmaster-General’s Department to police the distribution of material through the postal system within Australia.
The powers exercised under these laws stemmed from the belief that censorship was protection: Australia was an outpost of the British Empire, and as susceptible to the contamination of impure literature as it was to foreign invasion. The vulnerable masses of the new nation had to be quarantined from material that would undermine character and moral virtue; where that material grew indigenously, it needed to be rooted out like a weed.2
It was moral guardianship writ large, and the Commonwealth Government wasted no time in donning the mantle of protector. On 8 July 1901, before the Customs Act had even been proclaimed, officials in Melbourne seized a shipment of books imported by bookseller George Robertson & Co.3 The two works that were the cause of ire were Honoré de Balzac’s Droll Stories and Paul de Kock’s Monsieur Dupont : bawdy, licentious, lively works of fiction, written in the realist style, about prostitutes, adulterers, violence, and poverty. To Customs officials, these French novels were dangerous and unacceptable works.
The trials of English bookseller Henry Vizetelly in 1888 and 1889, for publishing and selling translations of novels by Émile Zola, were catalysts for this panic and fear. British moralist Samuel Smith had claimed in the House of Commons that Zola’s work was poisonous and corrupting. Look what such literature had done for France, he said. It had ‘overspread that country like a torrent’. Its ‘poison’ was ‘destroying the whole national life’. Was Westminster to wait until this ‘deadly poison spread itself over English soil and killed the life of this great and noble people’ as well?4
The wave of moral panic that Smith helped to whip up swept across the oceans and reached Australia.5 Alfred Deakin, then the chief secretary in Victoria, ordered police to hunt in Melbourne’s bookshops for copies of Vizetelly’s translations; in 1889, his colleague the minister for customs, James Patterson, ordered prosecution of bookseller Edward Cole for importing a selection of French novels written in the same realist tradition. That prosecution had been widely applauded. ‘Probably every sane person,’ intoned The Age, ‘agrees that Zola is not only filthy but [also] revolting.’6 There were, moreover, calls for greater control over the books imported to Australia. As The Daily Telegraph asked, ‘Are we prepared to allow the more subtle and deadly infection of French literary vice to be emptied upon our bookstalls, and into the imagination of our children?’7
The motivations for the 1901 prosecution of George Robertson & Co. were therefore well understood and the explanations familiar. In the hearings in the Melbourne City Court that September, the Crown argued that prosecution was ‘in the interests of public morality’. Books by Balzac and de Kock were ‘literary garbage of the worst order, not even possessing literary quality to redeem them.’ The minister for trade and customs, South Australian MP Charles Kingston, had deemed the books ‘debasing, demoralising, and indecent’, and in the course of the trial the experts summoned by the prosecution hastened to agree.
But there was a strong undercurrent of ridicule and disapproval at the prosecution.8 The defence pointed out that there had been no warning that a prosecution might be launched, and no consistency in its application — the same books having been imported in Sydney without incident by the same ship. These books had been imported for more than forty years without question, and the library at Parliament House held an illustrated edition of Droll Stories. Why had court action been taken?
As would become standard practice, the judiciary would not dissent from the moral mission of censorship. The magistrate ‘regretted’ that the action had been brought, but agreed that the books were indecent within the meaning of the act and that a penalty would have to be enforced. George Robertson & Co. was fined £100, mitigated to £25, without costs.9
Successful in name, the result was hardly auspicious for the new Customs administration. Widespread criticism followed, especially from those uneasy at the prospect of politicians and officials determining the moral character of Australia’s citizens. But if the puritan, Irish-Catholic-dominated department was scalded by the public opprobrium it had attracted, it was not dissuaded from the righteousness of its mission.10
In 1904, when a New South Wales royal commission on the declining birth rate identified a link between morality in the community and the use of contraceptives, Customs reasserted itself with a vehemence that was striking. It acted immediately on the commission’s recommendation that it prohibit and impede all ‘goods, articles, contrivances or other things designed or intended for use for the prevention of conception in women’.11
With the fervent agreement of the state governments, it worked to expand obscenity from the English law definition — the Hicklin definition, in play since 1868, of the power to deprave or corrupt — to include the functions of the body. Works that discussed, described, or advertised birth control, in particular, were now obscene. And in spite of the legal precedent to the contrary, the effect was that such information was banned.12 Similar revisions of what constituted obscenity and indecency would follow: ten years later, Customs would inform its officers that ‘indecent’ should be defined by what officers believed was ‘contrary to what is fit and proper’, and that they should be guided ‘by their experience of what is usually considered unobjectionable in the household of the ordinary self-respecting citizen’.13
Customs did this in the shadows. Avoiding public court trials, the minister for trade and customs made use of his power under section 52c of the Customs Act to ban by proclamation the import of any work deemed by him to be obscene, indecent, or blasphemous. Lists of the banned or restricted works — what David Marr would later call the ‘index of Australia’s innocence’ — were themselves kept secret.14 Aided by close relationships with the British government, which sent warnings of suspect publications, Customs officials inspected imported books on the wharves and runways, and seized questionable material from travellers’ suitcases almost unfettered; clerks in far-flung offices screened parcels and letters sent via the post, and Vice Squad officers inspected bookshops for illicit material. State laws on obscenity and indecency — now compounded by legislation for public health, crimes, advertising, defamation, commerce, and gaming, among other areas — allowed material to be seized and destroyed by fiat.
Societal good was the aim and the defence. Customs ‘would not hesitate to push the law to its utmost extent,
in the public interest’, said H.N.P. Wollaston, the comptroller-general of customs, in 1907.15 Nor would it allow its standards to drop. When it came time, in 1910, to ratify an agreement with the British on obscene publications, Australia’s government hesitated. Its censorship system and policies were pervasive and effective — more effective, even, than the British system that had been Australia’s model. The discrepancy was such that, as the historian Deana Heath would argue, Australia now regarded the imperial metropole with deep concern: it was a threat to the purity that Australian censorship had done so much to foster and protect.16
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The outbreak of the Great War allowed the censorship regime to widen its ambit to include explicitly political work. At the behest of the government of Billy Hughes, parliament passed the War Precautions Act in 1915. As its drafter, Sir Robert Garran, was to say, the act ‘suspended’ Magna Carta and gave to Hughes and Garran ‘full and unquestionable powers over the liberties of every subject’.17 The intention of that act was to restrict distribution of seditious literature — but, in the view of a government grappling with staggering casualties and, from 1916 on, controversial plans to introduce conscription, this came to include an enormous amount of material, benign or otherwise. Moreover, loath to surrender these powers at war’s end, the Hughes government maintained them until 1921, whereupon it issued Proclamation 24, drawn from section 52g of the Customs Act, which all but duplicated those powers.18
While aiming to check the spread of communist, anarchist, and fascist thought in Australia, the proclamation widened the scope for the seizure and destruction of material far beyond the stated purpose. Magazines ranging from Harper’s Bazaar to Cosmopolitan were banned; works on the 1916 Easter Rising in Ireland were seized; even important works of fiction, such as Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms and Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, were prohibited. The Scullin government revised the proclamation in 1929, but it was restored to its prior scope when the United Australia Party, led by Joseph Lyons, came to the government benches in 1932.