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David Redd sold his first stories to Michael Moorcock at New Worlds SF<\/em> and later appeared in many other magazines, including F&SF<\/em>, If<\/em>, Amazing<\/em>, Fantastic<\/em>, Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, and Interzone<\/em>.
\nOne of his other claims to fame is that he appeared on the television quiz program Who Wants to be a Millionaire<\/em>\u00a0with his wife Meriel in 2001: they won \u00a316,000.
\nHe was a civil engineer by profession but is now retired. He has a son and a daughter.
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\nMy first contact with David was as the editor of Spectrum SF<\/em> (a now defunct semi-pro magazine that ran from 2000-2002) where I bought and published a couple of his stories. Around a year ago, I bought some SF magazines on Ebay and recognised the return name and address on the package and got back in touch. After we exchanged a few emails I asked him if he would be like to do an interview. He agreed, and it was conducted by email from the middle of August to the end of October 2018.
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\nI\u2019d like to take this opportunity to thank David for the time and effort he put into this interview\/conversation\/cross-examination\/forced march.
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Q.1<\/strong>\u00a0I\u2019ve noticed from your postal address(es) that you\u2019ve been living in the same part of Wales for years now. Is this where you family comes from?<\/p>\n

A.1\u00a0<\/strong>I was born in 1946 in Cardigan, West Wales, the location being an accident of World War II. My father was stationed there as a \u201cbackroom boy\u201d developing projectiles and explosives for our Armed Forces. (His works diary for 1944-45 is now a CreateSpace book, more for my family than for others.) Dad\u2019s family was from Port Talbot, originally from Somerset; I\u2019m proud that one great-great-uncle was an engine-driver on the Brendon Hills Mineral Line. My mother was a teacher from the coal-mining valleys with ancestors from all over Wales\u2014Abergele and Clocaenog in the north, Bala and Montgomery in mid-Wales, and Cwm Cych near Cardigan. So our family was basically Welsh by background and inclination. After the usual post-war shuffling about we came to Haverfordwest in 1949, Dad teaching chemistry, and with only brief intermissions I\u2019ve lived here ever since.<\/p>\n

Q.2<\/strong>\u00a0So do you speak Welsh? You mention that your Dad taught Chemistry\u2014what was your mother\u2019s subject?<\/p>\n

A.2<\/strong>\u00a0Years ago, the children of a Welsh-speaking mother and English-speaking father were generally raised as monoglot English. This was thought to improve academic and career prospects. Times have changed but too late for me, still needing subtitles for full understanding of Welsh-language TV. My mother\u2019s bilingual upbringing gave her no trouble gaining a B.Sc. (Hons) in Biology or in teaching it.<\/p>\n

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Q.3\u00a0<\/strong>Can you tell us a little about your personal history up until 1966 (the date of your first sale to New Worlds<\/em>)?<\/p>\n

A.3\u00a0<\/strong>Personal history? You\u2019ll recognise this pattern. I was a bookish only child who liked space stories and disliked school work, with the usual result. I gravitated into working for the County Council because little else in 1960s Pembrokeshire offered any prospects. My teenage interests of films, pop music, hiking and no organised sport were not good career training. One escape was writing my own little stories. This continued after I joined the Pembrokeshire County Council Roads and Bridges Department. Increasing contacts with sf fans led to meeting several beginning writers in London (1965) including a likeable lad called Terry Pratchett (published 1963) who was two years younger than me. After this my desultory attempts at magazine submissions became more determined. Within a year Michael Moorcock had accepted two of my stories for New Worlds<\/em> and rushed the second into print ahead of the first. So here we are, Paul. 1966.<\/p>\n

Q.4<\/strong>\u00a0I\u2019d like to ask you a few questions about those New Worlds<\/em> years as it is a period I am particularly interested in but, before that, can you tell us what your formative SF reading was (including any magazines), and whether any of it was an influence?<\/p>\n

A.4\u00a0<\/strong>I was inspired by occasional fantastic material in comics such as Mickey Mouse Weekly or Rocket, and of course \u201cDan Dare, Pilot of the Future\u201d in Eagle<\/em>. I didn\u2019t read many sf magazines until hooked on them in my teens. However the public libraries introduced me to children\u2019s science fiction from Patrick Moore, William F. Temple and Angus MacVicar. I progressed via John Russell Fearn and Jon J. Deegan to the adult shelves with John Wyndham and my then-favourite Eric Frank Russell. A somewhat iffy trajectory by the standards of a proper literary education, which may explain much. Influences? Angus MacVicar\u2019s \u201cLost Planet\u201d adventures inspired some early world-building, but otherwise I gained more from traditional children\u2019s authors such as Arthur Ransome, C.S. Lewis and Tove Jansson. That\u2019s a lot of names, but I did read an awful lot. Too much, too young?<\/p>\n

Q.5\u00a0<\/strong>That\u2019s quite a mixture of writers you have there. What was it that you gained from the childrens\u2019 authors?<\/p>\n

A.5<\/strong>\u00a0Believable people and atmosphere\u2014unlike genre sf, where characters and feelings were subordinate to the ideas.<\/p>\n

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Q.6\u00a0<\/strong>As you\u2019ve already mentioned, you sold your first two stories, Prisoners of Paradise<\/em> (New Worlds<\/em> #167, October 1966, reprinted in New Worlds Quarterly<\/em> #1, 1971) and The Way to London Town<\/em> (New Worlds<\/em> #164, July 1966) to Michael Moorcock. What was the magazine scene like for new writers at the time?<\/p>\n

A.6<\/strong>\u00a0In the mid-Sixties, our \u201cmagazine scene\u201d was small but quite varied and promising! New Worlds<\/em> was the controversial cutting edge, at Science Fantasy<\/em> anything could happen, and New Writings<\/em> was a new format for traditionalists. Even with only three markets, we would-be sf writers were almost spoilt for choice\u2014all three editors were receptive to newcomers. We felt invited. Remember, this was the Swinging Sixties, when the example of the Beatles appearing from nowhere to conquer the world was still fresh and inspirational. And when you\u2019re a teenager you think you can do anything. So we gave it a go.<\/p>\n

Q.7\u00a0<\/strong>Were you all submitting to Moorcock, Bonfiglioli (at Science Fantasy<\/em>) and Carnell (at New Writings in SF)<\/em> only, or did you also submit to the American market (your next four stories appeared in F&SF<\/em> and If<\/em>, so I know this happened eventually)?<\/p>\n

A.7<\/strong>\u00a0Some of us hopefuls did also attempt the USA magazines, carefully enclosing a couple of International Reply Coupons (the return-postage vouchers available then). In at least one case I actually got a manuscript back with a brief note of encouragement, thank you Mr. Pohl. That was nice. But no sales, not then.<\/p>\n

Q.8\u00a0<\/strong>Can you remember what story Pohl commented on?<\/p>\n

A.8\u00a0<\/strong>My manuscripts submitted to Pohl and Carnell were early efforts, not up to publishable standard. When I learned what publishable standard felt like I soon burned those stories amongst many others. I\u2019m sure nothing valuable was lost to humanity.<\/p>\n

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Q.9\u00a0<\/strong>What were the different editors like to deal with?<\/p>\n

A.9\u00a0<\/strong>I was put off Carnell when a 5,000-word story came back with the note \u201cWe do not use stories under 3,000 words.\u201d Also\u2014and I apologise to his ghost for this\u2014the anthologies felt old-fashioned. Bonfiglioli was engaging but erratic (his eccentricities could extend to losing manuscripts under his bed or wherever), and after a while I gave up there too. No hard feelings. In contrast, Michael Moorcock was wonderful both as an unseen editor and later as a person\u2014welcoming, friendly, generous with time and advice, not averse to being visited at home occasionally, idealistic and hard-working and committed to his art as writer and editor. His story \u201cBehold the Man\u201d may have been a personal statement, but also demonstrated the quality others should aim for. He led by example.
\nIncidentally, and perhaps not for the interview, I don\u2019t entirely agree with your views on New Worlds<\/em> 142.1<\/sup> To me, Moorcock\u2019s editorial debut seemed really strong. That excellent Ballard serial (afterwards I bought the book); the pointer to William S. Burroughs; the impressive Brunner story confirming his upward swing; the reappearance of a previously very minor Barrington Bayley clearly flexing his muscles for better. All this made a decisive change of direction from Carnell\u2019s era despite having familiar contributors. Credit also to Aldiss for attempting something Sixties, even if it wasn\u2019t quite what we or (I suspect) he wanted. Everything was worthwhile, including one of Jim Cawthorn\u2019s best covers.
\nAs for Brunner\u2019s \u201cThe Last Lonely Man\u201d seeming less than brilliant to you today, isn\u2019t that a matter of context as always? Take the example of Theodore Sturgeon: nowadays the pulp apprenticeship behind More Than Human<\/em> is more noticeable, as Silverberg has discovered recently, while for Venus Plus X<\/em> its status as a first pointer towards a trans society may now outweigh initial hostile reactions. The context always changes the view. (Ditto outside SF of course. In my check-through pile of old vinyl I find the Marino Marini Quartet, an Italian act which played the London Palladium and had three UK hits. Today their version of \u201cMustafa\u201d basically sounds quaint for its proto-Europop, but in 1959 it would have seemed exotic for its Eastern melody.2<\/sup>) Similarly, \u201cThe Last Lonely Man\u201d impressed us in 1964 not for its old Fifties baggage but for its new Sixties virtues. A strong component of a killer first issue.<\/p>\n

Q.10\u00a0<\/strong>I\u2019m not sure whether context is my problem with the Brunner\u2014I just found the idea of letting a complete stranger into your head highly unlikely verging on ridiculous, but I realise I am in the minority here (I\u2019ve heard other people praise the story, and it appeared in Ghod knows how many anthologies).
\nAs for Barry Bayley, I much preferred his later stories, Integrity<\/em> (New Worlds<\/em> #144) and The Ship of Disaster<\/em> (New Worlds<\/em> #151). That latter effort may be his best short story.<\/p>\n

A.10\u00a0<\/strong>Barry Bayley by the mid-Sixties had a foot-high stack of unpublished manuscripts\u2014I saw it\u2014of variable quality; I think Moorcock and later Charles Platt rescued the best, presumably including The Ship of Disaster<\/em>. Strange that Carnell must have rejected several Bayley gems while accepting his more ordinary stories submitted as by \u201cP.F. Woods\u201d.<\/p>\n

Q.11\u00a0<\/strong>How did you come to see those manuscripts?<\/p>\n

A.11<\/strong> I visited Charles Platt once or twice and they were on his table.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>(He recalls them as \u201cunfinished\u201d rather than unsold, which surprises me.) Charles was clearly talented and was committed to New Worlds<\/em>. Other details are lost from memory except his party-line telephone; to ring out he had to wait for an indication of a call upstairs, then jiggle his own telephone frantically to catch a loose end on the stream of electrons as it looped past. Or more usually miss catching it.<\/p>\n

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Q.12\u00a0<\/strong>Coming back to your first two publications, Prisoners of Paradise<\/em> and The Way to London Town<\/em>, I note that they both use conventional themes\u2014the first story has an alien on another planet come into contact with a human astronaut\u2014the alien is later (spoiler) rejected as contaminated by its hive mind; the second story is a time travel piece, as was its prequel\/sequel Nancy<\/em> (Fantastic<\/em>, February 1971).
\nBy comparison, your next story, and first of many for F&SF<\/em>, Sundown<\/em> (December 1967), is much harder to pin down. It uses fantasy language (dryad, fur-sprite, troll) to describe the narrator and her companions although they actually have paranormal powers (telepathy, telekinesis, etc.). It is also, eventually, a much darker piece that concerns an external threat to these creatures, a man entering their territory to obtain \u201cliving rock\u201d.
\nMore generally, there is\u00a0a distinct jump in quality with this story\u2014was this a natural evolution or was there something else going on (I thought this might have been to do with your attendance at the Milford writers\u2019 workshop but I see from my internet stalking that you went to that later on, in 1972)?<\/p>\n

A.12\u00a0<\/strong>The \u201csomething else\u201d going on was Michael Moorcock, and me trying to do my best for the best editor around. In 1966 I lived in London for a while and wrote a lot. I wanted to see what I could do in SF and how well I could do it. Why was my Sundown<\/em> written in a style \u201chard to pin down\u201d as you put it? Because (deep breath) I meant the experience to be both science and fantasy, e.g. artificial satellites having astrological significance and so forth. Mutually incomprehensible ingredients. I also drafted a companion story describing alien incursion into our normal countryside, but after its natural home of SF Impulse<\/em> [the 1966-67 retitled Science Fantasy<\/em>] folded I laid the typescript aside, and eventually destroyed it as substandard. Any jump in quality you perceive with Sundown<\/em> was due to hard work and good advice on the writing which preceded it.<\/p>\n

Q.13\u00a0<\/strong>Your second F&SF <\/em>story, A Quiet Kind of Madness<\/em> (May 1968), has a very similar theme. In this one a woman rescues a telepathic polar bear-like creature which later communicates to her, in her sleep, that there is a \u201cland-without-men\u201d and, in a further dream, a tunnel that leads there. Before she can leave with the bear, male hunters arrive and once again cause problems.
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A.13\u00a0<\/strong>I liked exploring variations on a theme but (there\u2019s always a but) found this easier in separate stories. Hence my discarded mirror-image of Sundown<\/em>, and my Prisoners of Paradise<\/em> being something of a trial run for a later story. As for A Quiet Kind of Madness<\/em>, I deliberately concentrated on the character study rather than on any wider culture-clash as in Sundown<\/em>. You ask, what attracted me to the common theme of intrusion? Chosen almost instinctively I suppose, as the most basic threat to the female protagonists I favoured (along with snow) at that time. In a way my best stories of the mid-Sixties were all dreamlike sequences built around shared loci of imagination.<\/p>\n

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Q.14\u00a0<\/strong>The first of your stories for Fred Pohl\u2019s If<\/em> magazine (which appeared around the same time as the ones in F&SF)<\/em>, Sunbeam Caress <\/em>(March 1968), is that \u201clater story\u201d. It features the same kind of alien light columns as in your first accepted story Prisoners of Paradise<\/em>, but this time they are invaders of a far future Earth\u00a0dominated by a multi-species hive-mind dominated by ants, but which includes humans, fruit bats, etc. There is also a female character in this one but she has the most minor of roles (the hive-mind essentially uses humans\u00a0as servants), and the story is almost completely focused on the hive-mind investigation of the light columns, the strange ceremonies the latter conduct with crystals that are mobile and seem sentient, and the threat that both of these may pose.
\nThere are other elements in the story too, including a race of underwater men who have vanished (possibly into the future through time-mirages that occasionally appear), and by the end of the story we also have sentient stars and the revelation that the light columns want bring consciousness to the planet Earth itself!
\nWhat struck me about the story\u2019s relentless ideation and lack of characters is that it harks back to a pre-Golden Age type of SF story, and this probably makes it one of the most non-New Wave works you could have read at the time. Was this referencing of an earlier type of story a conscious choice, or was this another dreamlike progression?<\/p>\n

A.14\u00a0<\/strong>To answer all that, may I explain how the story was developed both before and after a break for Prisoners of Paradise<\/em>? My original synopsis for Sunbeam Caress<\/em> featured an international cast of fairly standard scientist-investigators, but that must have felt unsatisfactory. In a new synopsis I jettisoned the comfortably familiar characters, and focussed on pure strangeness.
\nSo there was no deliberate intent to create either a dream or a pre-Golden Age narrative. (I only later discovered similar territory in Frank Belknap Long\u2019s 1934-5 \u201cLast Men\u201d stories.)
\nI\u2019m rather amused, or bemused, by your calling Sunbeam Caress<\/em> \u201cone of the most non-New Wave works you could have read at the time\u201d. It was Michael Moorcock, the most deeply New Wave of editors, who literally hand-picked Sunbeam Caress<\/em> for New Worlds<\/em>. In September 1966 at 87a Ladbroke Grove I showed him several outlines of potential stories, and he\u2014in the same month that New Worlds<\/em> published his Nebula-winning Behold the Man<\/em>\u2014said I should write Sunbeam Caress<\/em>. So I did. You may think I departed so far from conventional 50s-60s sf that my experiment reached the furthest end of the literary spectrum and came out the other side.
\nNot everything worked. I under-used the titanomoles.
\nAfter I submitted the story, New Worlds<\/em> went under [Moorcock later published the magazine himself]. Michael Moorcock suggested that I send Sunbeam Caress<\/em> to Frederik Pohl with a covering letter from him. True kindness. Pohl paid me 1\u023c a word as a beginner, numbered the chapters, and organised illustrations by the wonderful Virgil Finlay.3<\/sup> I owe everybody huge thanks for their showcasing this story.<\/p>\n

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Q.15<\/strong>\u00a0That \u201cnon-New Wave\u201d description wasn\u2019t meant (entirely) mischievously, and I\u2019m pleasantly surprised at Moorcock\u2019s involvement with the story\u2014probably because I originally thought that it and the other one you placed with If<\/em> had bounced from the large-format New Worlds<\/em> because it wasn\u2019t their cup of tea. Conversely, anyone reading the Compact Books period New Worlds<\/em> would realise that Moorcock was an editor with catholic tastes\u2014as well as publishing more progressive material he also used at least one of Edward Mackin\u2019s \u2018Hek Belov\u2019 stories, and reprinted a couple of old-school pulp stories by Charles Harness, although that writer\u2019s\u00a0Time Trap<\/em>\u00a0(Astounding<\/em> August 1948) and Stalemate in Space\u00a0<\/em>(Planet Stories<\/em> Summer 1949) were more complex and accomplished pieces than their contemporaries. I believe Moorcock was also instrumental in getting Harness\u2019s almost forgotten novella\u00a0The Rose<\/em>\u00a0published in book form at Compact Books. And those are just the examples I can think of off the top of my head.
\nAnyway, here is my first and most important follow-up question (and one with more than a nod to my Aberdonian roots): was the 1\u023c a word that Pohl paid you more than you would have got from\u00a0New Worlds<\/em>?<\/p>\n

A.15<\/strong>\u00a0Your point about Moorcock\u2019s catholic taste is well made. Yes, If<\/em> at 1\u023c a word paid roughly 50% more than New Worlds<\/em> would have, albeit for 1st<\/sup> World Serial Rights rather than 1st<\/sup> British.
\n(Brief answer, huge effort! Searching the debris of half-a-dozen house moves, discovering ancient paperwork To Be Sorted Real Soon Now, researching the exchange rate, failing to find bank charges, then the calculations! Just so that I could say \u201c50%\u201d. Incidentally, as one born in Cardigan I must point out that you Aberdonians are heedless spendthrifts compared to the average Cardi.)<\/p>\n

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Q.16\u00a0<\/strong>Thanks for the effort in answering that last one. Second follow-up question: by the time that the issue of If<\/em> with Sunbeam Caress<\/em> dropped through your letter box (with four lovely Virgil Finlay illustrations) did you appreciate the stellar start you had made in the field? In the space of just over two years you had made double sales to each of the, arguably, top three editors in the field at the time (Moorcock, Ferman and Pohl), had cracked the American market (something that many of your contemporaries never attempted and\/or managed), and found yourself sharing the pages of F&SF<\/em> and If<\/em> with the likes of Algis Budrys, J. G Ballard, Samuel R. Delany, Harlan Ellison, Philip Jos\u00e9 Farmer, Anne McCaffrey, Roger Zelazny, etc. That\u2019s an impressive beginning.<\/p>\n

A.16\u00a0<\/strong>Oh yes, that start certainly impresses me now. It\u2019s strange to see \u201cRedd\u201d on covers alongside real writers like Budrys and Delany. But, did I appreciate that \u201cstellar start\u201d at the time? Not nearly enough, because it came piecemeal. By December 1966 I was back home holding down a job and studying seriously for civil engineering qualifications\u2014a career, a life\u2014so those efforts had to take precedence over writing. Throughout 1967-68 my story attempts often misfired; although the print appearances of my 1966 backlog may have looked good to others, to me I seemed to be going nowhere.<\/p>\n

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Q.17<\/strong>\u00a0Your answer leads me neatly into my next observation: after publication of\u00a0The Frozen Summer<\/em>\u00a0(the first of your \u2018Senechi\u2019 stories, which appeared in If<\/em>, March 1969) you only made eight appearances in print until the early eighties, and then there was a gap of six years before you started publishing regularly again in 1989. Was this all attributable to your career, or was it marriage, kids, etc.? Can you also elaborate a little more on your \u201967-\u201968 \u201cmisfires\u201d?<\/p>\n

A.17\u00a0<\/strong>All those gaps up to 1989? Basically, career and family took up a lot of time. (For example, I gained my degree in 1973, but the long haul of becoming a Chartered Engineer ground on for another ten years.) That said, the \u201cmisfires\u201d of 1967-68 did set a pattern.
\nDismayingly, my first 1967 story (Nancy,<\/em>\u00a0written in February) went unsold until December 1968, and worse still, between those dates I also wrote another half-dozen stories, all but one rejected. Only\u00a0The Frozen Summer<\/em>\u00a0sold. Even that single success was undercut for me by some embarrassingly awkward prose. When the 1966\u00a0A Quiet Kind of Madness<\/em>\u00a0saw print in May 1968, it seemed a story I\u2019d got right almost by accident.
\n(For an example of getting it right by intent, see Tove Jansson\u2019s 1971 story\u00a0The Squirrel<\/em>.)4<\/sup>
\nIn December 1968, briefly buoyed by the sale of\u00a0Nancy<\/em>\u00a0I suppose, I drafted\u00a0Morning<\/em>, but it didn\u2019t go too well and was soon laid aside. Another misfire. 1969-70 saw me attempt three novels, all \u201ccompleted\u201d, all failures. Used up any goodwill at Ace, Doubleday, etc., with those. (My lifelong tendency to lapses of memory and judgement clearly infected the novel mss.) In 1971 I tried one last short story,\u00a0Warship<\/em>, which a year later was bought for\u00a0Amazing<\/em>\u00a0by Ted White, bless him. I promptly revised\u00a0Morning<\/em>, and gained useful critiques of it at the 1972 Milford SF Writers\u2019 Conference (thank you John Brunner and others), but that too didn\u2019t sell for years until belatedly it was submitted to\u00a0F&SF<\/em>. The rest of the Seventies saw further attempts at short stories and novels, several involving Charles Platt and several others involving Peter Weston, but almost nothing reached print.
\nThen came the late Eighties. I became involved with road improvements in my home town\u2014no commuting to work, no lodgings away!\u2014and now that you mention it I notice this seems to have helped. Of twelve stories written 1989-91, ten actually sold, until work took me further afield and my writing declined again.<\/p>\n

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Q.18\u00a0<\/strong>That sounds like a long and gloomy period, writing wise anyway, but you\u2019ve left out a couple of rays of sunshine: two of stories I read by you during that period were The Mammoth Hunters<\/em> (New Worlds<\/em> #5, edited by Michael Moorcock and Charles Platt, 1973, and presumably bought by the latter given your comments above), a time-safari story with an unsettling penultimate line; and (from what I\u2019ve read so far) your best story, Brother Ape<\/em> (Andromeda<\/em> #3, edited by Peter Weston, 1978). From the introduction to that piece it seems clear that Peter Weston thought the same of this story of an alien (Senechi) dominated post-collapse Earth (with recovered human hi-tech weapons and smart chimpanzees!). So not all bad.
\nOther parts of your answer again touch on topics I wanted to ask you about (I\u2019m beginning to wonder if you are half-writer\/half pre-cog! Maybe I should stop asking questions and you should just send me your answers!) The first of these was why we had never seen any novels from you\u2014well, now I know. What happened to those rejected novels? What were they about (I\u2019m guessing one of them was a time-travel novel)?<\/p>\n

A.18<\/strong>\u00a0No pre-cog here\u2014it\u2019s just you. You have a knack for asking several questions in one. I simply try to answer everything.
\nCan\u2019t remember who bought\u00a0The Mammoth Hunters<\/em>, Mike probably. On a couple of later borderline submissions Charles gave a first \u201cmaybe\u201d followed by Hilary (Bailey) saying yes or no, e.g.\u00a0On the Deck of the Flying Bomb<\/em>\u00a0which would have appeared in\u00a0New Worlds Quarterly<\/em>\u00a0had the sequence continued.
\nOdd that you thought\u00a0Brother Ape<\/em>\u00a0my best up to then. I can\u2019t see it. You seem surprised I didn\u2019t consider it a rare \u201cray of sunshine\u201d amid gloom. In fact I thought it no more than \u201cbusiness as usual\u201d as did others, and no USA editor liked it. However, in about 2016 when Nancy Fulda\u2019s AnthologyBuilder was still offering custom PoD anthologies of short stories provided by various co-operating authors, one customer chose a book entirely of my work, the title story being\u00a0Brother Ape<\/em>. \u201cGo figure…\u201d
\nNow from your implied questions to the ones with actual question marks attached. My pre-cog doppelganger has already answered the first. The second: what happened to the rejected novels? Largely destroyed, although titles survive. Lacklustre stuff. What were they about?\u00a0The Time Disease<\/em>\u00a0was probably time-travel (good call).\u00a0The Cold Millennium<\/em>\u00a0was a Senechi story set between\u00a0The Frozen Summer<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0Brother Ape<\/em>, never sent anywhere. Others were more routine. Did these little piggies go to market? Usually; most had at least a few outings.\u00a0King of the Coal Swamps<\/em>, which did not live up to its title, was certainly bounced by almost every publisher in America.\u00a0Dark Sun<\/em>\u00a0was another not tried anywhere, despite which I recall it less unfondly than others\u2014dystopian citizens are recruited, trained and flung at some interstellar puzzle, in a society which lets neither the citizens nor the readers perceive their physical circumstances clearly. (According to some incredulous readers of a sample, I had invented the information-free narrative.)
\nHow many other novels did I write in the Seventies? Checking my old index cards\u2014fallible, but now useful at last\u2014I seem to have drafted four novels to 1970 and three more in the next decade, plus about four openings which usually died about page 93. This includes attempts at non-sf: a novelisation of student life (deliberately first-draft, hoping for spontaneity) was bounced very quickly by New English Library. Since then I\u2019ve had occasional goes again, but produced no page-turners. Or sales. Everything seemed horribly rambling and dated.<\/p>\n

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Q.19<\/strong>\u00a0It always makes me uncomfortable to read of writers who either never submit their novels to publishers or (understandably enough) give up after a few submission attempts (a feeling that is exacerbated when you read of writers who have had eventually popular work rejected multiple times, e.g. J. K. Rowling\u2019s dozen initial rejections, Charles Harness\u2019s The Rose<\/em>, etc.). It\u2019s a pity you didn\u2019t have a relentless agent working on your behalf at the time.
\nYour comment about Brother Ape<\/em> being rejected by all the US magazine editors doesn\u2019t, I would suggest, really tell us that much: there were only a handful of them at the time, and no obvious market for it like If<\/em> (defunct at the end of 1974) or George Scither\u2019s Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em> (which didn\u2019t launch till 1977). Your opinion of the story leads me to a question that I was going to ask later but might as well spit out now: which of your stories are your favourites (if this is like asking someone to choose between their children then say which ones were the best received\u2014or both if you like)?<\/p>\n

A.19<\/strong>\u00a0Actually I\u00a0did<\/em>\u00a0have a relentless agent working on my behalf for a while: the legendary Scott Meredith. If anyone could have sold me to publishers, he\u2019d have done it. (e.g., Scott \u201creally went to bat\u201d with Ace over King of the Coal Swamps<\/em>, I heard later.) The factor killing my interest on so many novel attempts was seeing a few good ideas swamped by a mass of ordinary words. And, increasingly, making the same mistakes every time.
\nUnlike some of my short stories. I hope.
\nFavourites? If any story is a favourite of mine it\u2019s\u00a0The Wounded Dragon<\/em>, only a quirky Welsh fantasy but the words did bring in everything I asked of them. It\u2019s also my only story first published by being read aloud at a convention rather than being printed. (I don\u2019t do readings.) Another story which I would like to see survive is\u00a0Morning<\/em>, more Scandinavian angst which in my head I imagine hidden in a secret gap between other stories.
\nBut I\u2019ve no idea how these or most of my stories were received\u2014never saw much feedback. No award winners or Dozois \u201cBest of\u201d for sure. Occasional reprints told me that some editors found some things acceptable.
\nMaybe I should say that my absolute favourite story is one I never managed to write properly despite many attempts:\u00a0Lost Planet<\/em>, in which Nancy discovers Dender\u2019s time-colony marooned in the Palaeocene, and can\u2019t rescue them. To which\u00a0Eternity-Magic<\/em>\u00a0in your very own wonderful\u00a0Spectrum SF<\/em>\u00a0was a sequel.<\/p>\n

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Q.20\u00a0<\/strong>My second follow-up about your \u2018middle\u2019 period is about Milford writers\u2019 workshop. You went to the first one that was held in the UK in 1972 (and there is a short account from you on their website5<\/sup>): how did you get involved in that? You later attended several more over the next two decades: can you give us some of the highlights?<\/p>\n

A.20<\/strong>\u00a0Judy Blish dug up addresses and wrote to folk, including me. (She was short of candidates.) Highlights? Meeting so many good people, e.g. Richard Cowper, Pam Boal, Rob Holdstock (to name some of the sadly missed) through to the 21st century and, oh, Vaughan Stanger, Ian Creasey, Colin P. Davies among too many to mention. (If you\u2019re a Milford person reading this and thinking your name should be there, yes it should.) Lowlights also came: those lapses of judgement which dog my life, of course, but worse still, the shock of attendee Paul Tabori being suddenly rushed to hospital and dying weeks later\u2014to my shame I\u2019d known of him better for The Green Rain<\/em> than for The Art of Folly<\/em> and the rest. One last highlight? I was at a Milford wrap party when Chip Delany met (Lady) Naomi Mitchison; what a nice meeting of different cultures. Then I drove home.<\/p>\n

Q.21<\/strong>\u00a0James Blish was on the list of attendees for that first conference and a couple of the later ones (he later died from lung cancer in 1975). It always struck me as odd that this Futurian, the author of the \u2018Cities in Flight\u2019 series (which I read in my teens) and other classics like A Case of Conscience<\/em>, would wash up in the UK and spend his last few years in Oxfordshire. Did you have much to do with him during those first Milfords? What were your impressions of the man?<\/p>\n

A.21<\/strong>\u00a0Blish as a literary man must have been under the spell of Oxford; he had really wanted to be there, or so I gathered from others.
\nEarly Milford conferences were dominated by the frantic rush to read manuscripts \u2013 no emailed pre-circulation then \u2013 which left us only limited time for socialising. We managed some. By 1974 JB was obviously frail and concentrating with a fixed determination, but back in 1972 he was still relaxed enough to chat non-adversarially about, for example, the Star Trek<\/em> novelisations coming from the author of A Case of Conscience<\/em>. They weren\u2019t incompatible with his fearsome literary integrity, I learned over breakfast. He told me they were useful \u201cbridge material\u201d (his phrase) enticing newcomers into other sf. (He was to prove quite correct in this, even in Wales.)
\nI hope Blish wouldn\u2019t mind me saying that in story critiques he was a ruthless perfectionist (as he was of his own serious work, which I suspect could get over-revised) and I suffered this when he dismissed my story Morning<\/em> as, if I may precis, derivative and inadequate. Nothing personal, he took pains to assure me afterwards. \u201cAt least So-and-so liked it,\u201d I muttered. \u201cSo-and-so has a tin ear!\u201d said Blish, reverting to workshop mode for an instant. Then he was human again.
\n(I should point out that some of the Biggest Names there such as Blish and Brunner were surprisingly considerate to their juniors. Ditto Brian Aldiss, exiting early in some vexation, yet pausing to apologise to me for leaving without commenting on my story. A lot of people took the Milford ethic of mutual help very seriously.)
\nIncidentally, I see that Robert Silverberg, writing in Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em> (Mar\/Apr 2018) on the almost-forgotten sf writer Fletcher Pratt, in passing referred to James Blish as \u201ca writer now pretty much forgotten himself…\u201d \u00a0I find that sad. Blish did some wonderful things.<\/p>\n

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Q.22<\/strong>\u00a0Morning<\/em>\u00a0has a Count de Luna invite people to a party at his castle where a stasis field starts rising up from the ground floor and freezes the attendees in time. At a later point in this psychodrama The Wandering Jew turns up. I\u2019m not quite sure what this is supposed to be derivative of.
\nAnyway, back at Milford you\u2019ve mentioned a writer who is at the other end of the SFnal spectrum from Blish, Naomi Mitchison (or Baroness Mitchison, CBE, as she never called herself). My generation may recognise this (mostly) mainstream writer\u2019s name6<\/sup> but\u00a0I didn\u2019t know she had gone to Milford. What year was that? Impressions?<\/p>\n

A.22<\/strong> Starting with\u00a0Morning<\/em>: I think the Blish verdict was lukewarm\u00a0The Masque of the Red Death<\/em>. (Had he called it weak tea\u00a0The Garden of Time<\/em>\u00a0I might have agreed. Might.) Probably his main complaints were stock ingredients and stock phrasing, although I can\u2019t recall specific details.
\nNow, the amazing Naomi Mitchison: what a life, yet the internet this decade can say \u201cToday, she has largely been forgotten\u201d. Another one. She never attended a Milford workshop (that I know of) but was a Saturday-evening guest in 1974. Delany was quick to smile and mention\u00a0Memoirs of a Spacewoman<\/em>; Mitchison had the air of one enjoying herself greatly. They should have found much to discuss.
\nThose Milford end-of-week parties quickly became a tradition. In 1978 our guests included Nick Webb of Pan Books, a huge and genial man, confiding hopes that an untried author he\u2019d commissioned to novelise a radio series could deliver. The author\u2019s name was Douglas Adams. (His book\u2014you\u2019ll know the title\u2014came out almost exactly a year after that party, and in a couple of months sold 200,000 copies. Nick must have been delighted. And relieved.)<\/p>\n

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Q.23<\/strong>\u00a0You\u2019ve previously mentioned that when you were working from home in the late eighties it was a productive and fruitful period for your writing. What may be the first of that crop of stories (and the first of a short series) is your eco-dystopia story,\u00a0Green and Pleasant Land<\/em>\u00a0(Interzone<\/em>\u00a0#32, November-December 1989): this is about a \u201cgreen\u201d military unit rescuing a family from a town that is about to be liquidated. The political setup in this future ecological or \u201cGreen\u201d England is a cross between Stalin\u2019s Russia and Cambodia\u2019s Year Zero. Can you tell us about the series, and how you came up with the idea of turning this utopian ideal of a Green England on its head?<\/p>\n

A.23<\/strong>\u00a0The first fruit of my 1989-91 renaissance was\u00a0A Journey Along the Sprout Vector<\/em>, itself\u00a0sui generis<\/em>\u00a0and liberating, followed by new looks at old ideas. A couple of decades earlier I\u2019d considered the problem of trade with a society considering man as an animal to be exploited. Naturally American capitalism entered the mix. So did the example of L. Ron Hubbard doing for religion what Hitler had done for public health (approximately). Logic suggested that a strictly Green land might not be a Pleasant land. I tried all sorts of ways into this, especially during 1989+, and all in all I sent out at least seven stories, of which the third suddenly sold very quickly. (Some others reached print later, one of them thanks to the editor of\u00a0Spectrum SF<\/em>.)
\nThinking back to\u00a0Green and Pleasant Land<\/em>\u00a0in\u00a0Interzone<\/em>, I made a lucky guess in taking my cue on English behaviour from\u00a0The Sweeney<\/em>. I could have considered\u00a0The Code of the Woosters<\/em>\u00a0as a model instead; with only slight twists Wodehouse\u2019s England could become very dark indeed. My Greenshirt extrapolation now seems dispiritingly close to how ISIS began with an impressive ten-point plan for an Islamic Utopia (less impressive if you were a woman) but soon devolved into the usual killing, raping and stealing. I think I got the self-righteous part of my characters right. Expect the worst and you won\u2019t be disappointed, eh? The series wasn\u2019t planned as a coherent sequence, more as a set of different bites at a very large cherry. Had I managed to say everything properly in a single story, as I nearly did in\u00a0Green England<\/em>, I might have stopped at just the one.<\/p>\n

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Q.24<\/strong>\u00a0Another story series, which I touched on briefly in my comments about Brother Ape<\/em>, is your \u2018Senechi\u2019 sequence. This comprises three published stories (The Frozen Summer<\/em>, Brother Ape<\/em> and Moon Pearls<\/em>), an unpublished novelette called Solus<\/em> (which I had planned to run in Spectrum SF<\/em> before it folded), and the early abortive novel you mentioned before. Although this sequence starts off with an alien dominated post-collapse Earth, the time frame telescopes throughout the series, and the background seems to change markedly each time (characters die in the interim, \u2018Ravagers\u2019 break the Senechi\u2019s hold over the Earth, Senechi become\u00a0beings of pure energy, etc.). What drew you back repeatedly to this series, and can you tell us a little more about it\u2014did you plan any more stories, for instance?<\/p>\n

A.24<\/strong>\u00a0Ah, you have put your finger on the Future History That Got Away. Yes, changes happen over an extended timescale. Along the way I got interested in questions of external and internal identity\u2014alien outside, human in; human outside, alien in; what is human anyway; etc. It\u2019s still a sequence closer to\u00a0Thrilling Wonder Stories<\/em>\u00a0than to say\u00a0Accelerando<\/em>, but it\u2019s mine.
\nDid I plan more stories? Of course. The Frozen Summer<\/em> as published should be the third in the sequence. In the first Blanchard builds an airship, in the second Ven Gonnel starts and quits his expedition, in the third a remnant crew reach a valley of eternal summer. There would have been sequels (including Brother Ape<\/em>) in which lost human tech is rediscovered including gene remodelling, and I planned an interlude in which one Senechi returns to the valley for its \u201cPool of Immortality\u201d. As important as the future of humanity is the history of Ven Gonnel, the Senechi turned human sympathiser turned ghost. My final story, unwritten, would have featured a\u00a0really<\/em>\u00a0nasty alien threatening Senechi and humans alike; my surviving cast retreat to the summer valley for a last stand (and a last blend of science and fantasy). All these notions caused me even more trouble than usual in the writing. I spent too much time on rewriting the stories I did start, not enough time on the rest. That\u2019s why only three saw print.<\/p>\n

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Q.25\u00a0<\/strong>Another noteworthy story from this middle period is\u00a0When Jesus Came to the Moon for Christmas<\/em>\u00a0(F&SF<\/em>, January 1991). Not only did this fifth sale to Ed Ferman result in your contributions to\u00a0F&SF<\/em>\u00a0appearing over almost his entire period as editor (your first sale to him,\u00a0Sundown<\/em>,\u00a0appeared at the end of the second year of his \u2018official\u2019 editorship) but it is also a Christmas story that has at its core the tenets of Christian belief (most Christmas stories are\u00a0more concerned with Santa Claus and other such stuff\u2014this comment off the top of my head and with no further research).
\nI\u2019ve noticed evidence of your church connections in past correspondence, so I am assuming that your faith is a major part of your life.<\/p>\n

A.25<\/strong>\u00a0It\u2019s interesting to reconcile belief in a Supreme Being with belief in the scientific method. The Book of Genesis begins with a formless void, matter taking shape, other life preparing a world which humans can inhabit. Not a bad account for illiterate nomads. The rest is less clear. Some early scrolls contain alternate takes on events rather than a single authoritative account, while a few original scrolls were clearly lost; conversely, various episodes in Christ\u2019s ministry seem unflattering enough to look like history not hagiography; and so on. The Ten Commandments might owe something to Egyptian traditions, although whether Jewish captives influenced a monotheistic Pharaoh or vice versa seems lost in dating problems. Other details can surprise me, e.g. plotting ages against generation numbers for Adam\u2019s descendants gives a peculiar stepped graph which defies explanation. All in all you assume correctly:\u00a0When Jesus Came to the Moon for Christmas<\/em>\u00a0did reflect my interests and try to make serious points within its humour.<\/p>\n

Q.26\u00a0<\/strong>Was this the only story that manifested your beliefs, or were there other efforts? Did you ever attempt your own\u00a0The Quest for St Aquin<\/em>,\u00a0A Case of Conscience<\/em>,\u00a0A Canticle for Leibowitz<\/em>?<\/p>\n

A.26\u00a0<\/strong>Ed Ferman (\u201cThe Kindly Editor\u201d) was always good to me, even when occasionally declining a submission. Following\u00a0When Jesus Came to the Moon for Christmas<\/em>\u00a0I proposed another Sarah Brody story and he expressed interest. (It would have been a dark opposite, in which Sarah goes back to the time of Jesus and has to assume the role of Judas because no-one else will.) But Ferman stepped down, and the story remains unwritten. And after his day at\u00a0F&S<\/em>F, all successors to The Kindly Editor turned down everything I sent. (A later story still, my unfinished\u00a0The Fireship<\/em>, which you\u2019ll remember was intended for your own editorial desk but again did not survive a stepping down, would have dealt with matters of faith.)<\/p>\n

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Q.27<\/strong>\u00a0If the Ice Mother is willing it still will.
\nAlthough later F&SF<\/em> editors didn\u2019t buy anything from you there were two stories in Asimov\u2019s<\/em> Science Fiction<\/em> in \u201993 and \u201995, which must make you one of a tiny group of writers who have sold to Moorcock, Pohl, Ferman, Pringle, and<\/em> Dozois (the only other one I can think of who might have done this is John Brunner). I had very little to do with Gardner (mostly just supplying magazine issues for his \u2018Best of the Year\u2019 perusal) but he seemed a thoroughly good egg. Did you have much to do with him, or were your two sales fairly straightforward transactions?<\/p>\n

A.27<\/strong>\u00a0Gardner was indeed another Good Guy in my experience, although I too had little to do with him. I think he saw us both as \u201cbattered survivors of the New Wave\u201d; kind of him to include me. Very little interaction, other than his notion of revisiting Wales some time and his unfailing courtesy both in acceptances and in rejections. One of the greats as writer, editor and person.<\/p>\n

Q.28\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0Your two other main editors in this later period were David Pringle at Interzone<\/em> and Elizabeth Counihan at Scheherazade<\/em>. Generally, your shorter stuff seems to have gone to them or other markets, and the novelette length material to the States\u2014in fact, this latter observation generally holds true for all of your output. Were you aware of this? Did you have better or worse luck with longer stories during the submission process?<\/p>\n

A.28\u00a0<\/strong>Naturally I hadn\u2019t noticed the long\/short dichotomy you have spotted. There was no conscious separation of lengths for UK\/USA markets, except that some magazines such as Scheherazade <\/em>had little room for longer work. Early in my career I wrote mainly long stories; later on my ideas seemed to sprawl less, hence the shorter work.<\/p>\n

Q.29<\/strong>\u00a0Returning to the topic of writing based your own life, I recently asked you in an email if there were any questions that you had expected me to ask but I hadn\u2019t so far, and you replied, \u201cYou haven\u2019t asked why no civil engineering science fiction has emerged from me.\u00a0I\u2019m rather glad.\u201d
\nNow that I think about it I\u2019m surprised that you haven\u2019t produced something like a story about a civil engineer building a super highway on Mars, and who is having a particularly bad day (problems with the clients, the contractors, a failed software update on the road bots, extended supply lines to, and delayed communications with, Earth, etc.\u2014I am sure you have many more ideas along this line from your long career). At the end of the day, however, he goes back to his pod and has a beer as night falls: as he watches the spectacular Martian sunset through his window\u00a0the light fades away and so do his troubles. One for the future maybe?<\/p>\n

A.29<\/strong>\u00a0Nice gentle idea. You should write it. Except that the Resident Engineer\u2019s problems don\u2019t fade away at sunset, believe me. Or believe the Book of Nehemiah, a project supervisor\u2019s completion report which demonstrates that there\u2019s more to building than just building.
\nSome of my fiction does include autobiographical elements, such as\u00a0On the Deck of the Flying Bomb<\/em>\u00a0of course, and\u00a0Coptic Street Sunset<\/em>\u00a0which has visible non-facts but a lot of absolute truth too. Civil engineering though, no, na, nein, je ne crois pas. (a) I lack the hard-science background needed for exoplanet construction tech. (b) An engineer\u2019s bad day\u2014i.e. a normal project day\u2014is described so effectively within Lois McMaster Bujold\u2019s\u00a0Falling Free<\/em>\u00a0that I wouldn\u2019t compete. There are other stories I\u2019d prefer to write should the magic return, as I think you know.<\/p>\n

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Q.30<\/strong>\u00a0Your comment about \u201cthe magic returning\u201d leads me to my next set of questions, which we have partially discussed by email before. What do you think is wrong with your recent output? Is there a reason for this? Do you see matters improving?<\/p>\n

A.30\u00a0<\/strong>No improvement in sight. My output is slow, intermittent, lacklustre as even I can see, and polishing doesn\u2019t help. A decade-plus of rejection by previous markets hasn\u2019t been encouraging. I\u2019ve had fallow periods before, but nothing this bad. Visiting Blarney castle in 2004 I must have kissed the wrong stone. As you can see from these answers, stylistically I\u2019m all over the place. The magic ribbon which pulls another world into being before your eyes no longer unreels consistently, and a few glimpses as the grey blur goes by don\u2019t make a story. Only \u201ca page of words\u201d, as Christopher Priest once put it.<\/p>\n

Q.31<\/strong>\u00a0I don\u2019t think it helps that you seem to have an overly gloomy view about\u00a0the quality of your own work. Anyway\u2014if you are no longer writing, how are you passing the time in your retirement (I know you are\u00a0doing a better job than me at keeping up with the SF magazines)?<\/p>\n

A.31\u00a0<\/strong>I may be no longer writing productively, but that doesn\u2019t mean I haven\u2019t tried. The magazines\u2014no, you\u2019re the one keeping up, and I\u2019m down to the essential minimum of F&SF<\/em> and Interzone<\/em>, plus a few fanzines (print of course). Otherwise there\u2019s the usual domestic life. Before this question arrived on Monday I\u2019d fed the birds and watered the tomatoes; downsized some donations to charity shops for friends and myself; visited my sister-in-law and walked her dog; done a little church correspondence\/banking; given my eyes the drops-and-rest routine, and so on. (I\u2019ve known worse days in the last decade.)
\nDuring my years as full church treasurer, I in effect project-managed the design, funding and construction phases of our church tower repairs. Not much writing then, except for a church-guide booklet in aid of funds. Over the last year I did finally put my father\u2019s 1944-45 wartime diary onto Amazon CreateSpace (A Backroom Boy in World War II<\/em>\u2014advertisement).
\nProbably I should be doing something more socially responsible, but lately I\u2019ve spent too much time with eyes closed listening to audiobooks: mostly reminiscences or Golden Age thrillers by such as Margery Allingham, although I did hear The Midwich Cuckoos<\/em> recently (and what an unperceptive narrator our Mr Wyndham chose to give us!7<\/sup>)\u00a0For further diversion, I\u2019ve pencilled in 2020 to re-examine the output of children\u2019s illustrator\/topographical artist Ruth Cobb, possibly. We\u2019ll see.
\nTo sum up: just spending my time quietly with family. Today (Wednesday), answering questions for Paul Fraser in little bursts, and this evening an increasingly rare couple of hours with the Haverfordwest Cricket Club \u2018B\u2019 pub quiz team. And my son, down here from Cardiff scouting film locations, tells me of the upcoming New Welsh Writing Awards 2019, so I\u2019ve just printed out their Call for Entries. Never say never again?<\/p>\n

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Q.32<\/strong>\u00a0As a spectacularly underperforming retiree myself that seems like a very busy life. You\u2019ve also mentioned to me that a collection of your work is due out shortly. Are there any details you can share?<\/p>\n

A.32\u00a0<\/strong>Greg Pickersgill is preparing a collection of 30 stories\u2014the bulk of my output\u2014for publication on Lulu. (You\u2019ll recall that he and David Langford did a really excellent job of Lulu-publishing the Algis Budrys Benchmarks Continued<\/em> reviews\/essays trilogy.) Plans are that the book will be available in early December (2018). Its cover will include a landscape image for Sunbeam Caress<\/em> painted by my late mother, a detail which pleases me very greatly. Greg has given me this email address\u2014reddbook@gostak.cymru\u2014and there is also a webpage<\/a>. [This<\/a> is a direct link to the book on Lulu.]<\/p>\n

Q.33<\/strong>\u00a0I hope it is a success. Thanks very much for your time, David.<\/p>\n

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Poppy the cat visiting the Writer in Residence. . . .\u00a0\u00a0\u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. My review of New Worlds<\/em> #142 is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

2. Marino Marini Quartet\u2019s Mustafa<\/em> is on YouTube<\/a>.<\/p>\n

3. The final Virgil Finlay illustration for Sunbeam Caress<\/em>:<\/p>\n

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And there was one Finlay illustration for The Frozen Summer<\/em> (If<\/em>, March 1969):<\/p>\n

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4. Tove Jansson\u2019s 1971 story\u00a0The Squirrel<\/em>\u00a0is available in her collections\u00a0The Listener<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0A Winter Book.<\/em><\/p>\n

5. The 1972 Milford page is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

6. Mitchison would have been known to mid to later seventies readers as Brian W. Aldiss and Harry Harrison selected her classic SF novel\u00a0Memoirs of a Spacewoman<\/em>\u00a0for the \u2018SF Masterworks\u2019 series (which I bought but have still not read\u2014one day. . . .) and she also contributed stories to a number of genre anthologies of the time (Harry Harrison\u2019s\u00a0Nova<\/em>\u00a0series, Peter Weston\u2019s\u00a0Andromeda<\/em>, etc.).<\/p>\n

7. David added this footnote about The Midwich Cuckoos<\/em>: \u201cThe viewpoint character is so nondescript I\u2019ve forgotten his name already. Towards the end his brain seems totally uninvolved. Did Zellaby\u2019s mentoring help shape the Children to his own extreme views? Did the U.S.S.R. have to destroy its town of cuckoos because the regime had taught them to act like Soviets? Was the destroy-reflex of tribal societies more effective than the British \u201ccivilised\u201d response? When a primitive culture faces a superior enemy, is a suicide bombing the right and proper tactic? When in the book a lesbian pleads for the children, is it the sympathy of one minority group for another\u2014or a case of the Children\u2019s mental influence? What do the Children perceive in the long-absent narrator that identifies him as a villager? He doesn\u2019t even notice that these questions exist! Notice how a nominally much better candidate for observing the Children, soldier Alan, is shunted off-stage very quickly. I deduce that Wyndham was building on lessons learned during writing\u00a0The Kraken Wakes<\/em>, and deliberately gave his narrator an extreme stiff-upper-lip incuriosity, probably as sugar-coating for unpalatable ideas.\u201d \u25cf<\/p>\n\"rss\"<\/a>\"rss\"<\/a><\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  David Redd sold his first stories to Michael Moorcock at New Worlds SF and later appeared in many other magazines, including F&SF, If, Amazing, Fantastic, Asimov\u2019s SF, and Interzone. One of his other claims to fame is that he appeared on the television quiz program Who Wants to be a Millionaire\u00a0with his wife Meriel […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9439","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Pcj7-2sf","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9439","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9439"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9439\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9458,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9439\/revisions\/9458"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9439"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9439"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9439"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}