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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 04/27/90 -- Vol. 8, No. 43


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are on Wednesdays at noon.
            LZ meetings are in LZ 2R-158.  MT meetings are in the cafeteria.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       05/09   LZ: Incarnations of Immortality Series, by Piers Anthony
                       (Mythology as Science)
       05/30   LZ: L. RON HUBBARD PRESENTS WRITERS OF THE FUTURE #5 (New authors)

         _D_A_T_E                    _E_X_T_E_R_N_A_L _M_E_E_T_I_N_G_S/_C_O_N_V_E_N_T_I_O_N_S/_E_T_C.

       05/12   Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Joe De Vito (artist
                       with a slide show of his work) (changed from previous guest)
                       (phone 201-933-2724 for details) (Saturday)
       05/19   NJSFS New Jersey Science Fiction Society: Saul Jaffe (editor of
                       SF-LOVERS DIGEST (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)

       HO Chair:      John Jetzt     HO 1E-525   834-1563  hocpa!jetzt
       LZ Chair:      Rob Mitchell   LZ 1B-306   576-6106  mtuxo!jrrt
       MT Chair:      Mark Leeper    MT 3D-441   957-5619  mtgzx!leeper
       HO Librarian:  Tim Schroeder  HO 3D-225A  949-5866  homxa!tps
       LZ Librarian:  Lance Larsen   LZ 3L-312   576-3346  lzfme!lfl
       MT Librarian:  Evelyn Leeper  MT 1F-329   957-2070  mtgzy!ecl
       Factotum:      Evelyn Leeper  MT 1F-329   957-2070  mtgzy!ecl
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       1. I recently saw something I never thought I  would  ever  see  on
       television  or could ever see anywhere.  It was an ad and as far as
       I am concerned it summed up in two sentences the entire fate of the
       world,  no  easy  feat.   It  is a justification for every cynical,
       nihilistic thought I think I have  ever  had.   Years  ago,  George
       Carlin  satirized  television  with  the  lines,  "Giant cracks are
       forming in the earth; rocks are falling from the sky.   Details  at
       eleven."   I admit at the time that it sounded far-fetched that the
       world would be coming to an end and some television  station  would
       just go right on oblivious.

       Well, actually, I was right.   Things  aren't  that  bad.   They're
       worse.   The  media would commercialize it.  These people must have











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       experts on how to take disaster and turn it into  money.   While  I
       have  chuckled at Howard Ruff's book's title, _H_o_w _t_o _P_r_o_s_p_e_r _i_n _t_h_e
       _C_o_m_i_n_g _B_a_d _T_i_m_e_s; these guys are really taking it  a  step  farther
       and figuring how they can grow rich for the world coming to an end.
       And with that build-up, let me tell you the ad copy.  Now I know if
       you have not heard it yourself you are not going to believe me, but
       ask your friends and neighbors.  There must  be  someone  else  out
       there  who has heard this ad.  It is for an Earth Day benefit being
       put on by Billy Joel and the ad goes:

                      "The Earth is dying.  Can Billy Joel
                                    save it?"

       What we have here is  the  fate  of  the  Earth  reduced  to  cheap
       television  melodrama.   It's  sort  of "Let's all watch and see if
       Billy Joel can save the planet" like "Let's all watch  and  see  if
       B.J. can  escape  from  the  Bear."   Of  course,  every  darn week
       B.J. escapes from the Bear so maybe Billy Joel can save the planet.
       All he needs is the same writers.  Right.


                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3D-441 957-5619
                                           ...mtgzx!leeper



            A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing
            its opponents and making them see the light, but
            rather because its opponents eventually die out, and
            a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
                                          -- Max Planck


































                      THE COOK, THE THIEF, HIS WIFE & HER LOVER
                           A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                            Copyright 1990 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  HBO is hiring established directors
            to do segments of its "Tales from the Crypt" series.
            Peter Greenaway didn't wait to be asked.  He lovingly made
            a two-hour horror comic story with some hilarious detail.
            Somehow it is being treated as an art film.  A unique
            film that certainly will not be for all audiences.
            Rating: +2.

            Peter Greenaway's most famous film to this point was _T_h_e
       _D_r_a_u_g_h_t_s_m_a_n'_s _C_o_n_t_r_a_c_t.  On the surface that was a mystery set at a
       country estate.  Its subtext was that beneath the affected surface of
       the upper class there is mischief and dirt.  The style was, however,
       very affected and uninvolving and bloodless.  To be frank, I could not
       wait for the film to end.  In _T_h_e _C_o_o_k, _T_h_e _T_h_i_e_f, _H_i_s _W_i_f_e & _H_e_r _L_o_v_e_r,
       Greenaway seems once again to have it in for the upper classes (or at
       least for the nouveau riche) who dine at a very fine French restaurant
       (as well as for the people who put up letters on theater marquees).  But
       this time around the cold and uninvolving style is gone.  Really gone.
       The film starts like a Monty Python sketch that goes on a bit too long,
       then it fades to John Waters, then Herschel Gordon Lewis, and when it is
       all over we find we have been watching an intricately mounted
       E.~C.~Comic and a story that could have been taken from the pages of
       _V_a_u_l_t _o_f _H_o_r_r_o_r or _T_a_l_e_s _f_r_o_m _t_h_e _C_r_y_p_t.  I laughed my way through the
       film, was delighted by every ghoulish turn, but I have to say that I
       cannot recommend this film to most of the people I know.  I do not
       remember when I have seen a film that more people walked out on.

            What we have here is one week behind the scenes at The Restaurant
       From Hell.  Actually, the restaurant is "La Hollandaise"--soon to be
       known as "Spica and Boarst's."  Richard Boarst is a superb Cordon-Bleu-
       class French chef whose restaurant was taken over by gangster Albert
       Spica.  Spica does not live by halfway measures.  He is extremely
       violent, exceptionally loud and rude, and supremely vulgar.  Night after
       night he holds forth at his restaurant, piling vulgarity on vulgarity
       and often savaging his customers.  We are led to assume that the cuisine
       must be very, very good for anyone to be willing to sit in the same
       restaurant as Spica.  The gangster repeatedly brutalizes his wife
       Georgina, whom he virtually holds prisoner.  Georgina, however, is able
       to sneak away from Spica occasionally to rendezvous with a rather
       studious, quiet customer, Michael, with whom she makes passionate love.

            Greenaway, who wrote as well as directed, has written what could
       well have been a stage play.  There are only a very limited number of
       sets, and the sets are designed for use of color and for effect rather
       than for accuracy.  First we see the parking lot infested with a











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       veritable army of stray dogs.  The kitchen is a hilarious revelation of
       what goes on behind the scenes at a fancy restaurant.  What goes on in
       the kitchen is unbelievable.  The transition from this kitchen that you
       would not feed a dog from to the ultra-posh dining room stuns the
       viewer.  And so it goes, from one room to the next.

            Michael Gambon plays Spica and must speak two-thirds of the lines
       in the film.  He never shuts up and he never says anything you want to
       hear.  Gambon was good in the BBC drama _T_h_e _S_i_n_g_i_n_g _D_e_t_e_c_t_i_v_e but his
       Albert Spica will easily eclipse that role.  Helen Mirren is usually
       good and this is probably a role that will get more attention than her
       (perhaps better) films such as _T_h_e _L_o_n_g _G_o_o_d _F_r_i_d_a_y.

            _T_h_e _C_o_o_k, _T_h_e _T_h_i_e_f, _H_i_s _W_i_f_e & _H_e_r _L_o_v_e_r is not really an art film
       but a ghoulish horror comic book with art film trappings.  If you see
       it, I cannot promise you will like it, but I can promise you that you
       have not seen any other film like it.  I give it a +2 on the -4 to +4
       scale.
















































                               HYPERION by Dan Simmons
               Bantam Spectra, 1990 (1989c), ISBN 0-553-28368-5, $4.95.
                         THE FALL OF HYPERION by Dan Simmons
               Doubleday Foundation, 1990, ISBN 0-385-24950-0, $19.95.
                          A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                           Copyright 1990 Evelyn C. Leeper



            What we have here is a glorious failure.

            You may notice that I have labeled this "a book review," not "two
       book reviews" as you might have expected.  That is because, physical
       reality notwithstanding, this is a single book.  I cannot imagine any
       reason, other than greed, for not publishing it as a single volume.
       Yes, I know publishers claim that they can't publish a book of a
       thousand pages because 1) no one will buy it, and 2) it is physically
       difficult to produce.  Yet New American Library has published the 1000-
       page _D_o_n _Q_u_i_x_o_t_e and the 1400-page _L_e_s _M_i_s_e_r_a_b_l_e_s, people do purchase
       them, and they haven't fallen apart, even after repeated readings.  The
       final death blow to this argument, of course, is that Doubleday is
       producing a book club edition with both "novels" in a single volume!
       Rumor has it that book stores don't like thick books because they can't
       display as many in the same volume.  Life's tough.

            Issuing this novel as two volumes is doubly annoying because the
       second half is so long and drawn-out that I found myself saying, "Why
       didn't Simmons just add another hundred or so pages onto the first half
       and wrap the story up there?"  (I am not the only person to make this
       observation.)  Because it came out as a separate volume it had to be
       about the same length as the first half and this means padding, padding,
       and more padding.

            The first half (to begin at the beginning, as they say) has been
       compared to Chaucer's _C_a_n_t_e_r_b_u_r_y _T_a_l_e_s in that it is a group of pilgrims
       telling stories.  But there is a basic difference.  In _T_h_e _C_a_n_t_e_r_b_u_r_y
       _T_a_l_e_s, the stories are about other people; in _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n they are about
       the story-tellers themselves.  And in this area, Simmons does very well,
       managing to have each story _s_o_u_n_d as if the teller were telling it: the
       story told by the priest sounds the way a priest would talk, the story
       told by the soldier sounds the way a soldier would talk, etc.  In
       addition, each story is interesting in itself.  Each story is also
       almost novel-length in itself; any one of them, with an ending added on,
       could have been published as a stand-alone novel.  (Why do I even
       suggest this?!  Next we'll have _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n: _T_h_e _S_p_e_c_i_a_l _E_d_i_t_i_o_n, redivided
       and sold as six novels!)

            The basic story begins with seven pilgrims traveling to the "Time
       Tombs," odd structures on the planet Hyperion which are traveling
       backwards in time and somehow connected with the Shrike.  The Shrike is
       a monster that appears to be a humanoid made up of a large collection of











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       knives and razor blades, leading a friend of mine to describe _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n
       (the first half) as "Freddy Krueger on Mars."  It turns out (in the
       second half) that there is a very good reason for the Shrike and its
       presence, and that this is more than just a desire to put in a slasher
       monster, but many people may be so turned off by the concept in the
       first half that they will not buy the second half and find out (never
       mind reading a thousand pages).

            In order to figure out what the Shrike is and the secret of the
       Time Tombs, the pilgrims tell their stories of how they are connected
       with Hyperion.  Of these stories, I found the most interesting to be Sol
       Weintraub's (the philosopher's) story, full of questions about God and
       the nature of sacrifice.  Sol's daughter Rachel has been caught in a
       "backwash" at the Time Tombs and is now living backwards.  This is
       difficult to make consistent (Philip Dick didn't quite succeed in
       _C_o_u_n_t_e_r-_c_l_o_c_k _W_o_r_l_d either), and Simmons makes a few slips.  To solve
       the problems of day-to-day living, Rachel's memory regresses only during
       sleep, so at least conversations can flow forward.  But when towards the
       end Sol notices that Rachel's hair is getting shorter and thinning out,
       I found myself wondering, "But what about all those other years she was
       regressing?  Wasn't her hair (and for that matter, her fingernails)
       getting shorter then?"  And somehow the whole rationale Simmons had
       built up seemed to collapse.

            While the first half is the pilgrims' stories, the second half is a
       single story (though told from many points of view), full of space
       battles, politics, philosophy, poetry, and anything else Simmons had
       handy--as I said, it's heavily padded.  Without giving too much away, I
       have to say that the religion expounded in the second half seems too
       trinitarian to me, given its origins.  (You'll probably have to read the
       book to understand what I mean.)  The padding becomes particularly
       evident in Sol and Rachel's story.  Sol is convinced that the Time Tombs
       hold the answer to Rachel's problem, and therefore they must reach them
       before Rachel regresses to her "birth."  So we hear him think, "Now
       Rachel is one day old."  A few chapters later, he thinks, "Now Rachel is
       eight hours old."  Then a few chapters more, "Now Rachel is two hours
       old."  Then, "Now Rachel is one hour old."  Then, "Now Rachel is thirty
       minutes old."  And so on and so on.  Like Zeno's arrow, we seem to be
       forever approaching the moment of Rachel's birth without actually having
       any chance of getting there.

            Simmons does have the ability to write in many different styles.
       (His _P_h_a_s_e_s _o_f _G_r_a_v_i_t_y, a much better work in my opinion than this, is
       written very differently than any of the pilgrims' stories here.)  And
       he has a sly sense of humor.  The interstellar society that exists in
       _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n is the result of the Hegira--humanity's outpouring from Earth
       when it was destroyed.  Throughout the novel, Simmons speaks of "pre-
       Hegira" and "post-Hegira" events, and so it is only a few lines later
       that you realize his reference to "pre-Hegira Muslims" on page 199 is a
       sort of historical pun.












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            Simmons also seems to have a real understanding of how electronic
       bulletin boards work in his description of the All Thing, a
       communications network joining all of the Hegemony (also page 199 of
       _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n):

            Days and nights would pass with me monitoring the Senate
            on farcaster cable or tapped into the All Thing.  Someone
            once estimated that the All Thing deals with about a
            hundred active pieces of Hegemony legislation per day,
            and during my months spent screwed into the sensorium I
            missed none of them.  My voice and name became well known
            on the debate channels.  No bill was too small, no issue
            too simple or too complex for my input.  The simple act
            of voting every few minutes gave me a false sense of
            having _a_c_c_o_m_p_l_i_s_h_e_d something.  I finally gave up the
            political obsession only after I realized that accessing
            the All Thing regularly meant either staying home or
            turning into a walking zombie.  A person constantly busy
            accessing on his implants makes a pitiful sight in public
            and it didn't take Helenda's decision to make me realize
            that if I stayed home I would turn into an All Thing
            sponge like so many millions of other slugs around the
            Web.

            If Simmons himself has made an awkward structure for his novel, the
       publisher has gilded the lily by managing to leave page 305 out entirely
       from both the hardcover and trade paperback editions of _T_h_e _F_a_l_l _o_f
       _H_y_p_e_r_i_o_n, and instead to provide _t_w_o copies of page 306!  Naturally, a
       major plot element is revealed on the missing page (or would be
       revealed, were it there), so after reading eight hundred pages over a
       period of a year, the reader is _s_t_i_l_l left in the dark.  And don't try
       blaming this on computers: back when a publisher set a book for
       publishing in the traditional way, s/he double-checked the films before
       sending them to the printer.  S/he should still do this, computers
       notwithstanding.  I think it's evident that this was not done in this
       case.

            This book is an example of a work in which the whole is less than
       the sum of the parts.  This leads to an odd paradox: the first half has
       been nominated for a Hugo and may well win, though had the whole book
       been nominated, it might not have.  It is only in the second half that
       the story becomes tedious.  As far as its competition, one of the other
       nominees is volume three of a six (or seven) volume series of which the
       first two were both nominated for Hugos but didn't win, and another is
       volume two of a three-volume (at least) series of which the first one
       was nominated for a Hugo but didn't win.  (Do you detect a pattern here?
       Norman Spinrad, in his column in the June 1990 _I_s_a_a_c _A_s_i_m_o_v'_s, has a lot
       to say about "seriesism," and much of it applies here.) In this sort of
       field, it wouldn't surprise me at all to see the first half of a book
       win a Hugo.
















                      THE PUNJAT'S RUBY by Marian J. A. Jackson
                      Pinnacle, 1990, ISBN 1-55817-338-2, $3.50.
                          A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                           Copyright 1990 Evelyn C. Leeper



            Abigail Patience Danforth has read Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock
       Holmes stories and decides to become the world's first _f_e_m_a_l_e consulting
       detective.  Of course, in Victorian England this is a bit of a problem,
       women's rights being what they were (or weren't), and things are not
       much better when she returns to her home in New York City.  She does
       conveniently (for the author, anyway) manage to get thrust into the
       middle of a theft and murder, though, and soon the game is afoot.

            Danforth appears to be the latest in a series of Victorian female
       detectives designed to appeal to modern female sensibilities, with their
       struggle for acceptance and respect, their 1980's (1990's?) attitudes,
       etc.  (Elizabeth Peters's Amelia Peabody is another.)  Unfortunately,
       this book goes a bit overboard, with Danforth frequently (and
       unconvincingly) disguising herself as a man, complete with moustache,
       and everyone else acting in a stereotypical manner, and constantly
       patronizing her.  Amelia Peabody had someone who understood her!  The
       negative portrayal of Asians in the book, while perhaps accurate to the
       Victorian novels that it is copying, seems out of place in a work
       written now.  One might argue that a pastiche should copy all the
       attitudes of the original, but then we wouldn't have the liberated
       female lead in the first place.

            Of some interest to Sherlockians (Doyle is a minor character) and
       fans of female detectives, but not highly recommended.



































                   SLAVES OF THE VOLCANO GOD by Craig Shaw Gardner
                        Ace, 1989, ISBN 0-441-76977-2, $3.95.
                          A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                           Copyright 1990 Evelyn C. Leeper



            Roger Gordon is leading a very boring existence in our world.
       Suddenly his girlfriend is kidnapped by a couple of thugs who disappear
       in a puff of smoke.  With the aid of his handy Captain Crusader Decoder
       Ring (which just happens to be the key to the universe, or one of the
       thousands, at any rate), he follows them, only to find himself in the
       movies.  No, I don't mean he ends up an actor in Hollywood; I mean he
       finds himself in the universe of the movies (the "Cineverse" as Gardner
       calls it).  Most of the story is spent in a bad Western--Roger doesn't
       get to the South Seas island until almost the end of the book.

            What is the Cineverse like?  Well, for one thing we find out why
       cowboys always carry guitars.  You see, if they had to ride in the
       normal fashion to the outlaw's hideout, it would take days and days, but
       with the guitar, they just sing a song and when they finish the last
       chorus, presto! the hideout comes into view.  You also discover some of
       the pitfalls the movies gloss over.  You know how the bad guy's
       sidekicks have names such as "Tex" and "Dakota."  Well, when the gang
       gets too large, the late-comers apparently end up with names such as
       "Idaho" and "District of Columbia."  (For some reason, Gardner avoids
       bringing a sidekick named "Georgia" on-stage for the usual bad jokes.
       Given the rest of the book, it's difficult to attribute this to a sense
       of subtlety and refinement.)  You learn under what conditions a six-
       shooter can have more than six bullets (whenever it is necessary to the
       plot) and when a gun will misfire (whenever it is necessary to the
       plot).

            This book is, of course, totally ridiculous.  It also has a
       wonderfully tacky cover by Walter Velez--perfectly in keeping with the
       spirit of the book.  And, again in keeping with the spirit of the old
       movie series and serials, it is book one of a series (book two, _B_r_i_d_e _o_f
       _t_h_e _S_l_i_m_e _M_o_n_s_t_e_r, has just come out, and book three, _R_e_v_e_n_g_e _o_f _t_h_e
       _F_l_u_f_f_y _B_u_n_n_i_e_s, is threatened, I mean promised, soon).  But if you're
       an old movie fan, this is a golden opportunity to find out what the secret
       rules of moviedom really are.

























                   BRIDE OF THE SLIME MONSTER by Craig Shaw Gardner
                        Ace, 1990, ISBN 0-441-07950-4, $3.95.
                          A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                           Copyright 1990 Evelyn C. Leeper



            This is the second book in the "Cineverse Cycle," Gardner's look at
       what might happen if someone from our universe suddenly found himself
       living in a movie world--literally.  In the first volume (_S_l_a_v_e_s _o_f _t_h_e
       _V_o_l_c_a_n_o _G_o_d, reviewed earlier) Roger Gordon found himself traveling
       between the worlds of western movies, pirate movies, and South Sea
       island movies, all with the aid of his Captain Crusader Decoder Ring.
       _B_r_i_d_e _o_f _t_h_e _S_l_i_m_e _M_o_n_s_t_e_r takes place mostly in the world of beach-
       party movies, and since I have never been a big fan of beach party
       movies, and find them even more ridiculous than formula westerns, I
       found this book less interesting than the first.  In addition, since
       this is the middle of the trilogy (_R_e_v_e_n_g_e _o_f _t_h_e _F_l_u_f_f_y _B_u_n_n_i_e_s,
       promised soon, is billed as the conclusion, though one suspects if the
       first three are successful, more will follow--that is one of the laws of
       the "Biblioverse"), it suffers from providing neither the background nor
       the conclusion of the story.

            In short, I can't recommend this if you haven't read the first one
       or don't intend to read the last one.  And since the last one isn't out
       yet, I can't give an overall recommendation.  Stayed tuned for the next
       exciting chapter in:

                           "Review of the Cineverse Cycle!"





































                                     Readercon 3
                            Con report by Evelyn C. Leeper
                           Copyright 1990 Evelyn C. Leeper

                                       (Part 2)

                  _T_h_a_t'_s _I_n_c_o_m_p_r_e_h_e_n_s_i_b_l_e: _I_m_a_g_i_n_i_n_g _t_h_e _T_r_u_l_y _A_l_i_e_n
                  Alexander Jablokov (moderator), Jeffrey A. Carver,
                    James Patrick Kelly, Paul Park, Steven Popkes
                                  Saturday, 4:00 PM

            Jablokov opened this panel by saying that authors who tried to
       write about the truly alien had a difficult task, because they had to
       write about people "even weirder than the people they meet on the
       subway."

            Kelly talked about how he uses stylistic tricks to try to make the
       aliens "different."  For example, in his latest book, one race uses no
       contractions in its speech (shades of Data!) and another uses only words
       derived from Anglo-Saxon, which he also expressed as having no Latin or
       Greek roots, but the two are not truly identical.  Put another way, what
       he said was not quite kosher, if you catch my drift.  Kelly also
       recommended Julian Jaynes's _T_h_e _O_r_i_g_i_n_s _o_f _C_o_n_s_c_i_o_u_s_n_e_s_s _a_n_d _t_h_e
       _B_r_e_a_k_d_o_w_n _o_f _t_h_e _B_i_c_a_m_e_r_a_l _M_i_n_d.*

            Popkes felt that the key to writing alien aliens was to realize
       that they had their own agenda.  Where humans put food and shelter high
       on what they want, aliens might have a different set of priorities (but
       it better make sense from an evolutionary and survival point of view, in
       my opinion, or readers will not be convinced).  Kelly thought it would
       be helpful if there were a "periodic chart of emotions" so that you
       could describe alien emotions better ("fear-2-dread-unhappiness-4"?).

            By the end of the panel, the conclusion seemed to be that you could
       not make the truly alien comprehensible or it would not be alien.  On
       the other hand, it is much more acceptable to give aliens problems than
       to show humans with problems.  A book depicting racism in aliens will be
       understood (one hopes) to be a parallel for racism in our world, and
       will be easier to get published and be read by a lot more people.





       __________

         * An interesting note here: I did not get the title quite correct in
           my notes, but could not find it in _B_o_o_k_s _i_n _P_r_i_n_t to fix it.  Then,
           less than 12 hours later, I ran across it in one of the
           introductions in Harry Turtledove's new collection.  Synchronicity!












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                         _Z_e_n _a_n_d _t_h_e _A_r_t _o_f _A_n_t_h_o_l_o_g_y _E_d_i_t_i_n_g
              David G. Hartwell (moderator), Kathryn Cramer, Jack Dann,
                        Jeanne Van Buren Dann, Terri Windling
                                  Saturday, 5:00 PM

            Naturally the first editor mentioned was Martin H. Greenburg, the
       most prolific editor currently working in the genre (or just about any
       genre, come to think of it).  The panelists claimed only one other
       person had ever achieved his entire reputation in the science fiction
       field as an anthology editor.  The only catch was they did not say who
       this was.  Mark and I were sure they meant Groff Conklin, but what they
       were saying did not sound like they were talking about Conklin, so
       finally we asked just who they did mean.  "Roger Elwood."  "What about
       Groff Conklin."  "Oh, no, he made his reputation [somewhere else--I
       forget where they said]."  I still think Groff Conklin fit their
       description--after all Elwood and Greenburg have both done other things
       as well.

            Anyway, Roger Elwood apparently sold two hundred anthology
       contracts in eighteen months, buying up the complete short fiction
       output of several prolific authors.  Before Elwood came along,
       anthologies were rare, and generally high-quality.  Readers had come to
       expect they would be worth buying and reading.   The enormous number of
       mediocre anthologies Elwood produced resulted in readers becoming
       extremely skeptical of anthologies.  So for a long time anthologies were
       anathema--they are only now recovering.

            Cramer claimed that in a discussion of how good a job Greenburg was
       doing she said that even if he did nothing else, the mathematics say
       that he could not possibly be spending enough time on each anthology to
       be doing a good job.  To me, this is not a convincing argument.  You
       need to look at the finished product.  If it is bad, then even if he
       spent six years on it alone, it is bad.  And if it is good, claiming
       that it could not possibly be because he did not spend enough time on it
       is ridiculous.  ("I don't care what pictures you took, Mr. Wright; man
       cannot fly in a heavier-than-air machine.")

            The panel claimed that Greenburg's method, at least for anthologies
       co-edited with Isaac Asimov, is that his researchers pick 120,000 words
       on a topic.  Then Asimov selects 100,000 words of this.  Greenburg (or
       his staff) then tracks down the necessary permissions, etc.  Sometimes
       these are unobtainable, so some stories can still get dropped.  Then
       Asimov writes a short introduction to each story and presto! a new
       anthology.

            Actually, of course, the term "new" anthology is ambiguous.  In
       order to avoid confusion between anthologies of never-before-published
       stories and anthologies that have never been published before in that
       form, though the individual stories have appeared previously, science
       fiction calls the former "original anthologies" and the latter "reprint
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       "collections.")  Reprint anthologies are much easier to do--the stories
       are already written.  For original anthologies, the editor has to keep
       "hocking the author's chineks," as Jack Dann said (badgering the
       author).  _I_n _t_h_e _F_i_e_l_d _o_f _F_i_r_e, which he and Jeanne Van Buren Dann co-
       edited, was conceived by accident at a Boskone when Jeanne casually said
       something to Beth Meacham's husband about doing an anthology of Vietnam
       War stories.  (Beth Meacham is an editor at Tor Books.)  It took about a
       year of hard work to put together--very different from the amount of
       effort that goes into the average Greenburg reprint anthology.  And even
       so, I believe that some of the stories in _I_n _t_h_e _F_i_e_l_d _o_f _F_i_r_e were
       reprints.

            Anthologies such as the various _Y_e_a_r'_s _B_e_s_t are done on a less
       intensive schedule.  Rather than having to read a hundred stories on a
       single topic in a short period of time, the editor has the "luxury" of
       reading a range of stories over the entire year.

            When the panel was asked what they thought of shared-world
       anthologies, Terri Windling responded that they could be enjoyable and
       show an author's ability to work in a very structured framework, but
       that she did not go to them for literature.  Since she is the
       originator/editor of the "Bordertown" shared-world series, her opinion
       carries some weight, I should think.  (I asked later if _I_n _t_h_e _F_i_e_l_d_s _o_f
       _F_i_r_e was a shared-world anthology, since it had many of the same
       characteristics.  The panel did not think so, but I do not think they
       could explain exactly why not.  Maybe they just did not have time.)

            Someone mentioned the Australian anthology _E_x_p_r_e_s_s_w_a_y, based on a
       painting around which various authors wrote stories.  This reminded me
       of Hal Clement's novel _O_c_e_a_n _o_n _T_o_p, also inspired by a painting.  This
       seems like a very promising idea--as someone pointed out, for a change
       this lets the _a_r_t_i_s_t have free rein and the authors have to write to fit
       the picture.

            Since we had eaten so much at lunch we skipped dinner and sat
       around waiting for the evening's events to begin.  The Green Room was
       closed (luckily I had time to go in and change into my more formal
       attire for the awards ceremony before they locked it).  We tried
       dropping into the con suite, but it was empty.  So we sat around on the
       couches outside the main room and read--we did have books!  At 8:00 PM,
       Eric came into the main room and announced that since the restaurant
       where John Crowley went to dinner was very slow in serving, the
       question-and-answer period would be moved to Sunday, and everything else
       would be a half-hour late.  At 9:00 PM, Crowley arrived, very
       apologetic, and read an excerpt from _L_o_v_e _a_n_d _S_l_e_e_p, the unfinished
       sequel to _A_e_g_y_p_t.
















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                             _R_e_a_d_e_r_c_o_n _S_m_a_l_l _P_r_e_s_s _A_w_a_r_d_s
                        Co-ordinators: Robert Colby, Eric Van
                Judges: Thomas M. Disch, John Shirley, Kathryn Cramer,
               Paul Chadwick, Jerry Kaufman, Greg Ketter, Evelyn Leeper
                                  Saturday, 10:00 PM

            In November 1989 I was asked to be one of the seven judges for the
       Readercon Small Press Awards.  (The other six were Thomas M. Disch, John
       Shirley, Kathryn Cramer, Paul Chadwick, Jerry Kaufman, and Greg Ketter.)
       As a result, I found myself reading seven novels, three chapbooks, six
       original collections, five reprint collections, three original
       anthologies, one reprint anthology, sixteen non-fiction works, six
       miscellaneous works, and 66 volumes of 29 different magazines from the
       "small press"--113 items in all.  (A full report on what I discovered
       will probably appear shortly in _O_t_h_e_r_R_e_a_l_m_s.)

            John Shirley and Jerry Kaufman were unable to attend Readercon 3,
       but the other five of us were all there to present the awards.  Kathryn
       Cramer, apparently styling herself after Vanna White or whoever the
       current bimbo is, wore a bright green swimsuit.  Her job in the
       ceremonies was to present the envelopes containing the winners' names to
       the actual presenters.  Now maybe I'm just an old fuddy-duddy, but to me
       this sort of thing cheapens the awards.  (I would note here that several
       of the men I was with said that they were not particularly thrilled with
       Cramer in a high-legged swimsuit, so it is not just me.)

            And the winners were:

          - Novel -- No Award

          - Short Work -- _A _D_o_z_e_n _T_o_u_g_h _J_o_b_s, Howard Waldrop (Mark V. Ziesing)

          - Single-Author Collection -- _R_i_c_h_a_r_d _M_a_t_h_e_s_o_n: _C_o_l_l_e_c_t_e_d _S_t_o_r_i_e_s,
            Richard Matheson (Scream/Press)

          - Anthology -- _W_h_a_t _D_i_d _M_i_s_s _D_a_r_r_i_n_g_t_o_n _S_e_e?: _A_n _A_n_t_h_o_l_o_g_y _o_f
            _F_e_m_i_n_i_s_t _S_u_p_e_r_n_a_t_u_r_a_l _F_i_c_t_i_o_n, Jessica Amanda Salmonson, ed.
            (Feminist Press)

          - Non-Fiction -- _T_h_e _D_a_r_k-_H_a_i_r_e_d _G_i_r_l, Philip K. Dick (Mark
            V. Ziesing)

          - Reference/Bibliography -- No Award

          - Reprint -- _T_h_e _A_n_u_b_i_s _G_a_t_e_s, Tim Powers (Mark V. Ziesing)

          - Jacket Illustration -- J. K. Potter, _T_h_e _A_n_u_b_i_s _G_a_t_e_s (Mark
            V. Ziesing)

          - Interior Illustration -- Mark Ferrari & Tom Sullivan, _S. _P_e_t_e_r_s_o_n'_s
            _F_i_e_l_d _G_u_i_d_e _t_o _C_r_e_a_t_u_r_e_s _o_f _t_h_e _D_r_e_a_m_l_a_n_d_s (Chaosium)











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          - Value in Bookcraft -- _R_i_c_h_a_r_d _M_a_t_h_e_s_o_n: _C_o_l_l_e_c_t_e_d _S_t_o_r_i_e_s, Richard
            Matheson (Scream/Press)

          - Magazines (Fiction) -- _I_n_t_e_r_z_o_n_e, David Pringle, ed. (Interzone)

          - Magazines (Criticism) -- _S_c_i_e_n_c_e _F_i_c_t_i_o_n _E_y_e, Stephen P. Brown &
            Daniel J. Steffan, eds. (Science Fiction Eye)

          - Magazines (Design) -- _S_c_i_e_n_c_e _F_i_c_t_i_o_n _E_y_e, Stephen P. Brown &
            Daniel J. Steffan, eds. (Science Fiction Eye)

            As you may have noticed, Mark V. Ziesing got _a _l_o_t of awards.  (I
       think he had nine certificates by the end of the evening, some for him
       and some for the various authors and artists.)  In general, I was
       pleased with the choices.  The "No Award" categories deserve some
       additional comment.  In the novel category, there was a three-way tie
       for first place, with one of the three being "No Award."  Clearly, this
       sort of result really means that there is no clear award, though it does
       not mean, as is often the case, that nothing was worthy of recognition.

            At 10:30 PM the infamous Kirk Poland Bad Prose Competition took
       place.  Kate and Pete wanted to stay for this, so we looked for
       something else to do.  There was nothing else to do.  Even the con suite
       was closed.  To keep harping on bad prose is bad enough, but to make
       this the featured jewel of the convention, against which there is no
       opposition programming, seems totally contrary to the spirit of
       Readercon.  (End of soapbox.)

            At 12:30 AM or so, the Kirk Poland ended and given the late hour,
       people decided _n_o_t to stay for the film.  Yes, Readercon was showing a
       film!  In this case, they justified it by saying that their policy
       allowed showing documentaries written by their guests of honor; this
       year is was _W_o_r_l_d _o_f _T_o_m_o_r_r_o_w, a documentary about the 1939 World's
       Fair.  (Mark and I had already seen a sixty-minute version of it.)  This
       "policy" sounds as if it was made up on the spot.  While this may not
       mean that Readercon is on the slippery slope to media fandom, this
       gradual erosion (rock 'n' roll the first year, now films, next year
       maybe an art show) needs to be carefully watched.  (This is semi-
       humorous, but only semi.)

            We did not get lost driving to Pete's house this year, but we did
       cheat and use walkie-talkies.

            Sunday morning we arrived about 10:30 AM and hung out in the
       Dealers' Room for a while.  We also had a long debate in the con suite
       about the Kirk Poland Competition.  The main argument people give in
       favor of it seems to be, "But everyone enjoys it so much!"  Then we sat
       outside where we talked to various passersby.  Laurie Mann stopped by
       and asked how I was enjoying Readercon.  I said it was so depressing--no
       one had congratulated me on my Hugo nomination!  She and I agreed that
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       on the bulletin board since it seemed that most people had not heard
       them yet.  (Well, they had been on Usenet for a week and a half, so we
       just sort of assumed _e_v_e_r_y_o_n_e knew.)

                      _T_h_e _D_o_g _T_h_a_t _W_a_g_s _t_h_e _T_a_l_e_s: _S_F _a_n_d _F_a_n_d_o_m
                 Fred Lerner (moderator), Greg Cox, Janice M. Eisen,
                            Scott E. Green, Evelyn Leeper
                                   Sunday, 12:00 PM

            This should have been subtitled "The Peripatetic Panel."  The sign
       outside the assigned room redirected us to another room.  It turned out
       that room was scheduled for a reading, so we were then sent to a third
       room.  Here Eric said that we should start in the third room and after a
       half-hour move into the _f_i_r_s_t room, which would then be free, because
       the third room was needed for something else.    At this point, we put
       our collective feet down and said we were not going to start in one room
       and then move--we wanted a room that we could keep for the entire time.
       After about five minutes, we got our original room and stayed there the
       whole hour.

            We started by going around the room and introducing ourselves.
       After I had introduced myself, Laurie said, "Tell them what happened to
       you last week!"  I felt a little strange saying that I had been
       nominated, but luckily Mark announced it for me.

            Teresa Nielsen-Hayden described herself as having tested "skiffy-
       positive" and claimed this was a "textually transmitted disease."

            Fred Lerner then appointed himself moderator, which was okay,
       except for his tendency to say things merely to be provocative without
       thinking if they could withstand even the smallest attack.  He started
       by asking people to define fandom, and this consumed most of the hour.
       Scott Green claimed that fans are wannabe writers, and also insisted he
       was not a fan.  When we discovered he actually bet on boxing matches,
       many of us then agreed that he was not a fan after all.  After all, as
       someone said, fans are usually participants, not spectators.  (Or as
       someone said, "I came, I talked, I fought.")

            regarding the wannabe writers, someone observed that "fanzines are
       not prozines with training wheels" and that fans should not consider
       that their experience in fanzines improves their qualifications for
       prozines."

            It was observed (by Fred?) that "fandom is an organism with an
       infinitely short attention span and an infinitely long memory."  Lerner
       also defined fans as including all those who "publicly consort with
       known fans."

            There was much comparison with other sorts of fandom (crossword
       puzzle fandom, railroad fandom, etc.).  Fred said that he distinguished
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       science fiction.  Later he said that science fiction deals with
       everything, and I pointed out that by transitivity (or maybe it's
       associativity) that meant that "fandom" was the same as "Fandom."

            I gave a variation of Damon Knight's definition of science fiction:
       "Fandom is what I point to when I say it."  This is obviously more
       descriptive than proscriptive, but few people argued with it.

            People tried approaching this from the point of view of "fannish
       sensibilities."  Whereas most people in social situations make small
       talk, in fandom people talk about "facts."  This is often carried to the
       extreme that you can have a very long and detailed conversation with
       someone and never know their name, their occupation, or anything else
       about them except their opinion on what color the ancient Greeks painted
       their houses.  Someone said that a fannish gathering consisted of people
       reciting facts to each other.  The ultimate fannish activity ever
       observed was Terry Carr and Ted White sitting in a bar and reciting
       addresses (not names!) of fans to each other and reminiscing about them.

            Fans also collect things--everything, and obsessively.

            No true conclusions were reached, though "Smoffing 101" and
       "Trufans Versus Fans: An Advanced Panel" were suggested for future
       conventions.

            After the panel, most of us continued talking by the couches
       outside the room for another hour about fans and fandom.  Teresa
       Nielsen-Hayden said that when she first saw my name listed as a Hugo
       nominee for fan writer, she thought, "But she only writes things
       electronically."  Then she said she thought about it and decided that it
       was okay after all.  And certainly I would think it should be.  But is
       it?

            When I got home I looked up the qualifications for eligibility.
       The definition for a fan writer for the Hugos this year is: "Any person
       whose writing appeared in semiprozines or fanzines during 1989."  It
       would appear that people might claim that electronic fanac (fannish
       activity) would not be enough to qualify me.  However, since I did
       appear in _L_a_n'_s _L_a_n_t_e_r_n, I definitely am eligible, although what I was
       nominated for was probably not what appeared in _L_a_n'_s _L_a_n_t_e_r_n.  Of
       course, my appearances in the _M_T _V_O_I_D would also make me eligible.
       Since that particular fanzine is circulated pretty much just within
       AT&T, it is unlikely anyone used it as a basis, but even without
       appearances in "external" fanzines, I could claim eligibility.  And this
       does not even involve deciding whether SF-LOVERS DIGEST is a fanzine!

            As I said (at great and boring length in my Boskone con report),
       the whole issue of electronic fandom is a real can of worms that the
       World Science Fiction Convention will have to deal with eventually.  For
       now, they can avoid the issue somewhat by giving SF-LOVERS DIGEST a
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            Her comments got me to thinking, though.  She apparently gets my
       convention reports (Hi, Teresa!) and gets them electronically, but I do
       not have her on my mailing list.  So people must be forwarding them
       around.  That is okay, but I am curious who _i_s getting and reading them.
       So if you got this from someone other than me, please drop an e-note to
       me at ecl@mtgzy.att.com and let me know.  Thanks!

            After the overflow discussion wound down, I talked to someone about
       Arisia.  Apparently it was successful, although the film program was
       somewhat spotty, and the book presence was minimal.

            I dropped by the Dealers' Room and talked to a few people there.
       Jerry Boyajian was sitting behind Mark Ziesing's table and said he had
       been pressed into service for the "Comics Discussion Group."  I talked
       to Greg Ketter about the Small Press Awards and some of the problems.
       Greg feels that seven judges is too many just because of the logistics.
       It is a large financial drain on small presses to send out seven
       complimentary copies of a book that may have had a press run of only a
       few hundred, yet unless they send them out they have little chance of
       winning.  Also, with reference books (and others) priced at $50 and
       above, it is a problem to ask a publisher to send out several hundred
       dollars' worth of books.  Charnel House did not send out any copies of
       their $150 _T_h_e _S_t_r_e_s_s _o_f _H_e_r _R_e_g_a_r_d and also did not get a lot of votes-
       --judges tend not to vote on what they do not see.  I commented that
       having fewer judges might make the awards too susceptible to favoritism
       and cliquism.  Greg said that one suggestion made by the committee was
       to ask for one copy of each eligible book and have the judges route
       them.  Even with Readercon picking up the shipping tab, this is just not
       workable.  I do not have time to re-package books--more to the point, I
       do not have time to drive to someplace to ship them when I have finished
       repackaging them.  And when the final ballot rolls around, I would want
       to be able to go back and compare the finalists again.  (This was
       especially valuable for the jacket illustration category, where I laid
       all seven books out and could rank-order them fairly quickly.  Without
       the books in front of me, forget it!)  If all the judges were in the
       same geographical area, _m_a_y_b_e it could be done by having all the books
       available at one place and people could examine them there (the NESFA
       clubhouse or the back room at the Science Fiction Shop, for example),
       but even this sounds like a disaster in the making.  I am sure the
       Readercon committee would appreciate any ideas you have along these
       lines.

                                  (to be concluded)