Christopher Tolkien, son of J.R.R. Tolkien and the last of the Inklings, died January 15 at the age of 95 the New York Times reports.
For nearly 50 years after his father passed away in 1973, Christopher
continued to edit and publish his father’s unfinished manuscripts, giving
J.R.R. Tolkien’s literary output the benefit of two lifetimes’ work. Christopher
assembled from pieces the epic Middle-Earth predecessor to Lord of the Rings,
melding them into The Silmarillion (1977). In
all, he edited or oversaw the publication of two dozen editions of his father’s
works, many of which became international best sellers.
the way he produced 12 volumes of The History of Middle-earth, a
compilation of drafts, fragments, rewrites, marginal notes and other writings that
showed the evolution of J.R.R. Tolkien’s legendarium.
Christopher is also credited with creating the acclaimed 1954 map of Middle-earth.
World War II, when Christopher was serving with the Royal Air Force in South
Africa, his father mailed him parts of The Lord of the Rings for comment
After the war he studied English at Trinity College,
Oxford, taking his BA in
1949 and his B.Litt
a few years later. He became
a lecturer in Old and Middle English as well as Old Icelandic at the University
In 1945, he became the youngest member of the Inklings, a circle of Oxford writers and scholars started in the Thirties by C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and others, who met weekly in Lewis’s college rooms. Christopher was told in a letter from his father that the Inklings proposed to consider him “a permanent member, with right of entry and what not quite independent of my presence or otherwise.”
Dr. Diana Glyer, author of two
books about the Inklings, including The
Company They Keep: C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien as Writers in Community,mourned
I must refer now to all the Inklings in past tense; the last of them has died. I met Christopher Tolkien, talked with him, corresponded from time to time. I have devoted my life to studying the Inklings. Today, they have slipped from solid, real, and tangible into the past, beyond reach. I no longer have the privilege of studying what is, only what was. Everything has changed.
J.R.R. Tolkien biographer John Garth ended his Facebook announcement
of Christopher’s death with this fitting quote from the end of Lord of the
“Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
Christopher is survived by his second
wife, Baillie, his sister Priscilla, and three children, Simon,
Adam and Rachel.
Steve Stiles, one of fandom’s all-time great artists, died during the night on January 12, only a few days after he shared on Facebook that he had cancer and a short time to live. It’s a double shock to his wide circle of friends who were still adjusting to the first piece of news.
His awards history barely begins to scratch the surface of how much he meant to fandom over the past fifty-plus years, substantial as it is. He earned the first of his 17 Best Fan Artist Hugo nominations in 1967, winning the award in 2016. He’s won 15 FAAn Awards, presented by fanzine fans at Corflu, since the award was revived in 2001. And Steve was the first winner of the Rotsler Award (1998), a career honor for fan artists.
It was only appropriate that Steve created the iconic cover for Harry Warner’s fanhistory of the Fifties, A Wealth of Fable, for if no fanzine was complete without a Warner letter of comment, no faned felt completely faannish without a Stiles cover or cartoons.
All the while, Steve worked as a professional artist, in virtually every medium, from comic strips to modern abstracts. He attended the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan partly because so many EC Comics artists had gone there.
His first published comic work appeared in New York’s underground comics pages, The Gothic Blimp Works, in 1968. Scott Edelman, another comics pro, says Steve may be best-known for the post-apocalyptic dinosaur-filled future of Xenozoic Tales, which he drew for eight years, but he also drew for titles such as Death Rattle, Bizarre Sex, and Anarchy Comics from underground publishers like Kitchen Sink and Last Gasp. Steve also did kid-friendly work, such as The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and Royal Roy.
During the same period, he worked as a penciller for Marvel’s British publications for five years, then later did pencils and inks for Hamilton Comics, Malibu, Topps, and Star.
In 1980 his collaboration with Dick Lupoff, “The Adventures of Professor Thintwhistle and His Incredible Aether Flyer,” was serialized in Heavy Metal magazine and later reprinted as a graphic novel by Fantagraphics (1991).
Around 1999, Steve joined Ted White working on Collectingchannel.com, a dot com sales site. He worked with Ted on the site’s “MicroChannel” devoted to Comics.
In what might have become the crowning achievement of his pro career,
had the project gone through, Steve was picked as the artist for a 1990s
revival of the Li’l Abner comic strip. He told readers of Potrzebie,
Bhob Stewart’s website:
I wasn’t the only one contacted, but I don’t know who the others were. I was given a script for a four-panel sequence involving Joe Btfsplk. There was a ‘bake off’ that was judged by five or six cartoonists, one of whom was Scott Shaw. After I was selected, I was supplied with a big stack of b/w Xeroxes of Li’l Abner for reference… , As for the demise of the project, all this I got secondhand [from the writer], so I don’t know how true it is. Supposedly, with ten days before the contract was due to be signed, Capp’s daughter, Julie, got wind of the project (I don’t know where she was during all this) and talked her mother and uncle into withdrawing permission for the revival.
I was 13 when I first decided to become a cartoonist. My father came to an undeniable conclusion: I had lost my mind. He stuck to that idea with barnacle-like tenacity, ignoring whatever project I was working on, regardless of subject matter. The only response I would invariably get was. ‘If you have to do this kind of stuff, why don’t you do something like Li’l Abner?’ So you can imagine my feelings when, in 1990, I was offered the chance to draw a proposed revival of Li’l Abner.
Steve’s first cartoon for a fanzine appeared in Cry of the Nameless, edited by F.M. and Elinor Busby. A fanzine interlineation he coined (“Death is nature’s way of telling you when to stop”) became a national catchphrase after it was reprinted in Pageant in 1962
Steve’s artistic style was described by Taral (in File 770 #155):
Steve comes from the heart of the EC comic book tradition, with bold lines, striking use of black space, and a sense of drama that could have been lifted straight from German Expressionist film. He also had a surreal sense of humour I could only envy….
One cannot say enough about the menacing likeness of David Langford on the Wrath of Fanglord anthology, or a rain of Atomic Age robots on the cover of Mimosa. More than ink on paper, Steve’s work is evidence of a sharp satiric mind, and a keen appreciation of popular culture.
Steve showed in 2008 that his range as an artist was even greater
than we knew. He had been commissioned (thanks to
the efforts of Michael Dobson and his contacts in the Lutheran Church) to
design the Samaritan Medal for Peace and Humanitarian Achievement, intended to
further the cause of peace, for the Samaritan community
in Israel. It was finally cast. and Shimon Peres, then Israel’s President, accepted
it at a ceremony in February of that year.
The Medal is made of
pure silver, two inches in diameter, with a scene from the parable of the Good
Samaritan on the front, and the sacred Mount Gerizim on the reverse.
Steve’s roots in fandom go back to New
York’s Fanoclasts of the 1960s. With their support he won the Trans-Atlantic
Fan Fund in 1968 and attended Eastercon in the UK. Steve worked sporadically on
his trip report, writing snippets for various fanzines over the decades, until
it was declared finished and a collected edition, Harrison
Country, issued in 2007.
He was Fifties cool. Fifties cool included never minding whatever wounds
life dealt you. He had a varied and interesting career that was the font of a
lot of stories which he told very well – and Steve’s nonchalance about what
happened when he was supposed to be the artist for the revival of L’il Abner,
or in the last decade when he started an annual parody campaign for the Hugo, leaves
you to figure out for yourself how deeply he felt about them.
File 770 ran its first Steve Stiles cover in 2015, which
made me very happy, granting one of my long-time wishes.
And while it shouldn’t have taken this for him to finally break through, in 2016 Steve was the only Best Fan Artist Hugo finalist who was not on the Rabid Puppies slate, making it easy for voters to say hell yeah!
But the next year, 2017, it was Steve’s health that made news instead of art or awards, with the discovery of a cancerous tumor on his right lung. The tumor was successfully removed by surgery.
Unfortunately, cancer returned this year and finally claimed Steve.
However, he has left a vast legacy of art and anecdotes, a great deal of which has been made available online.
Bill Burns of eFanzines hosts SteveStiles.com, originally
created around 2005. On the splash page Steve
Stiles in caricature poses beside a buxom friend promising a site “loaded with
sophistication (as you can see from the broad in the foreground).” He delivers
in six colorful segments – Comics Articles, Computer Art, Fanzine Art, Fanzine
Articles, Professional Art and Links. (It’s astonishing how much material is
Mike Resnick, who at his zenith was one of the most popular figures in the science fiction fan and pro community, died January 9. He was nominated for the Hugo Award 37 times, winning 5, and 11 Nebula nominations, with 1 win. He was a Guest of Honor at Chicon 7 in 2012.
His daughter, Laura Resnick, announced his passing in an update to
the GoFundMe created for his medical expenses.
He was diagnosed in November with a very aggressive form of lymphoma. Treatment initially went well, and we were very hopeful. But his health and strength began to decline sharply in mid-December, and a few days ago, the doctors told us they had made a decision to discontinue treatment, there was no hope, and they recommended hospice care.
Pop chose not to tell anyone how ill he was, because he was so convinced he’d get better and soon be his old self again. He mostly slept during his final days, but when awake he was in good spirits. He passed away quietly in his sleep, without pain or further suffering.
His connection to his friends, his readers, and his colleagues enriched his life, and he never stopped being delighted to meet people who read his work, who were interested in writing, who loved books and stories, and who shared his sense of wonder. He remained enthusiastic about his craft and devoted to his writing to the end of his life, and was always thrilled to be part of the science fiction community, as both a fan and a pro. He taught me a lot about being a writer and a professional.
My dad met my mom nearly 60 years ago and has been devoted to her ever since. She said to me this morning that no one could have had a better husband. My mom will miss him more than anyone, but we know he will be missed by many people.
He will be cremated, as per his wishes, in a private family service. We will plan a memorial/remembrance gathering for him later this year, at a location where we hope many of his friends can be present–maybe a convention.
Meanwhile, his long illness leaves his widow, my mom, with many large medical bills, while grieving his loss, and without him being here to generate any more income. In his memory, if you would like to help her, his medical GoFundMe is still running.
On my dad’s behalf, thank you for all the good times, good laughs, and good memories he enjoyed in what was a happy and fulfilling life.
By John L. Coker III: Lester Hines Cole (1926–2019), the long-time beloved husband of Esther Cole, was
a Bay Area SF fan who co-chaired SFCon, the 1954 Worldcon held in San Francisco
that had John W. Campbell, Jr. as its guest of honor. SFCon activities included a chamber opera
based on a Ray Bradbury short story (narrated by Anthony Boucher), and the restoration
of the tradition of a masquerade ball.
Les was married to Esther Cole, who joined him in many of his fannish
Cole, who died in late September, was a member of the Elves,
Gnomes and Little Men’s Science Fiction and Chowder Society (at one time
serving as its president). The Society
was founded in 1948; meetings and other club activities were always centered in
and around Berkeley, CA. In the early
days, the club published thepopular
fanzine Rhodomagnetic Digest.
Cole published the fanzine Orgasm
(aka The Big O) in 1951, along with
his wife and Clarence Jacobs. Les had
about fifty genre short stories, articles, and letters published, most of which
appeared in Amazing, Astounding,
F&SF, Venture, and Startling. He also wrote several genre novels, including
an alternate history in 2012, Spithead,
in which the two World Wars never happened.
He sometimes used the pen names of Roy Carroll, Les Collins, T. M.
Mathieu, T. H. Mathieu, and Colin Sturgis.
The last was used when Les collaborated with Melvin Sturgis.
An associate member of First Fandom, Les was inducted — along
with his wife — into the First Fandom Hall of Fame in 2017. A photo of Les (with wife Es) appeared in A Wealth of Fable (SCIFI Press, 1992)
written by SF fan Harry Warner, Jr.
He was a historian; a scholarly gentleman with many interests and great capacities who was a life-long student and a mentor; a true animal lover; someone who had one foot firmly planted in the past with the other striding boldly into the future.
Les is survived by his wife and their two sons, Dana and Lance.
(Prepared by Jon D. Swartz)
By Es Cole: Les was a treasure trove of SF experiences and interactions with the great fans and writers during the glory years. He chaired the Elves, Gnomes and Little Men’s SF and Chowder Society and helped produce the 1954 Worldcon. He also captured his bride of 70 years by reading to her The Black Flame (by Stanley Weinbaum), who wore a gown of Alexandrites, rare gemstones that cost more than 15,?000 dollars a carat.
I accepted Les’ marriage proposal on condition the engagement ring
be an Alexandrite. Les, that sneaky,
funny, intellectual, got me the ring, but the Alexandrite was an artificial
My SF relationship with Les
started when we first met. I had been
assigned to run the switchboard of the men’s dorm, and Les walked into that
area, wearing a new hat. He was a wiseass
sophomore, age 18; I was a sophisticated, 20-year-old freshman. This was at Cal, Berkeley. Les spent about two hours hanging about, and
I learned from him about “dry labbing.” First thing Les taught me was how to cheat in
my chem class. Thus, I began my college career. And it worked. Plus I got a boyfriend. And the rest is history — a history of
almost 80 years.
We made our first convention appearance in New Orleans, where Bob
Bloch started a rumor that Es and Les were 15-year-old twin brothers, and we’ve
been gender confused ever since.
No. 1 son, Dana, attended the Worldcon in Chicago at age 4 1/2
months. Both sons – Dana and Lance –
attended the Worldcon in San Francisco in 1954.
Les and Es Cole, Gary Nelson, Tom Quinn and a few other people
produced SFCon 1954. We started out with
almost bare pockets. First, we turned the 2-day event into a 3-day
weekend; we upped the registration from $1 to $2. Fans screamed at the outrageous increase. Our most important accomplishment, which is
still followed today: we voted to have world conventions produced in a
different city each year, moving westward.
Prior to that, conventions had primarily been on the eastern side of the
U.S. We restored the masquerade
ball. Bob Bloch was a judge. Willy Ley’s wife, a professional ballet
dancer, wore a black, filmy, flowing gown with glowing stars. She was “deep space”.
We arranged for a wonderful museum in San Francisco to display
some original sf art, including Chesley Bonestell originals. Additional entertainment included a chamber
opera based on a Bradbury short story narrated by Anthony Boucher.
Les was president of the Little Men, he, and several other people, hatched an
idea to involve the United Nations to claim to have authority over ownership of
idea for the Moon Claim, originated, with the owner of the bookstore where The
Little Men held their meetings.
people who executed the Moon Claim were pros or near pros. Les wrote about the geology of the area of the
moon; a graduate student in astronomy was able to outline the area of the moon
being claimed; Les’ father was studying law, so he was able to write a proper
claim. They picked a date to local papers,
describing the attempt to claim a portion of the Moon, by filing such a claim
with the Legal Department of the United Nations. And yes, it worked. Press releases went out, written with a slant
that would appeal to each Bay Area newspaper. The response was far greater than we expected.
The local Berkeley paper tore up their
original front page for that day and ran the Moon Claim story. Les received a phone call in his place of work
from a reporter from England, calling from New York. The reporter was
interested in the ramifications of such a claim.
as president of the Little Men had the responsibility of fielding the phone
calls, hoping for a legal way to determine the ownership of part of the moon.
Les authored about 50 SF short stories, published in F&SF, Amazing, Startling; an
article in Astounding; and 6
novels. His letters to sf magazines were
published regularly from when he was about 13.
After we married in 1947 he added my name – thus was born Les and Es, or
Es and Les.
by Les Cole: The Sea Kings, Lion at Sea, The Sea People (a prehistoric arch-aeological adventure trilogy,
also available in Greek); Baker’s Dozenth
(a spy novel set against the American Civil War); Spithead (an alternative universe spy/adventure novel where WWI and
WWII never happened because the British Navy sailed out of Spithead, England
Judith Merrill played a big part.
Long distance by mail and phone she helped Les hone his writing skills,
gave advice about character development, dialog. Les passed on this help to other aspiring
writers, an important obligation.
Les was never boring. I
don’t think he could be boring; he knew too much, his sense of humor never
stopped. His use of language was always
interesting, thoughtful, and unique. And
he could write; short stories, science fiction, historical novels.
was younger than I, and insisted that I had to marry a younger man because
women live longer than men. He was right
about so many things. Smart and funny,
and knew so much. He was never
is still in our house. In every corner:
his books, his photographs, his little notes tucked into books. We made each other laugh. He taught me stuff and I may have taught him
a few things, too.
Famed Star Trek writer D.C. Fontana has died at the age of
80. The American Film Institute announced today the
news of Fontana’s passing.
She gained fame for her work on the original Star Trek series and the 1970s animated series, which she also associate produced. In later years she wrote Trek-themed games and comics.
According to IMDB, she was advised by Gene Roddenberry to use her initials (D.C.) on her initial scripts for the original Star Trek series because at the time, networks were often biased against female writers. That may have been sound advice, although in her first several TV writing credits for The Tall Man series in 1960 she was identified by her full name, as “Dorothy C. Fontana.”
On Star Trek, she received credits in 11 episodes — her Wikipedia bio has a discussion of her specific contributions to various episodes, and how in some cases credit was apportioned by the Writers Guild of America. A few of her works on Star Trek were credited to the pseudonym Michael Richards.
Fontana and Gene Roddenberry
shared writing credit on “Encounter at Farpoint,” the premiere episode of Star
Trek: The Next Generation.
She later contributed to several Star Trek spin-off series and quite a few
other genre TV shows, among them The Fantastic Journey, Logan’s Run, The Six Million
Dollar Man, Buck Rogers in the 25th
Throughout her career she also wrote episodes of non-sff
shows like Ben Casey, Bonanza, The Streets of San Francisco, Kung Fu, The
Waltons, and Dallas, In 1969 she was
nominated for a Writers Guild of America Award for an episode of Then Came Bronson entitled “Two Percent of Nothing”.
Dorothy Catherine Fontana was
born in Sussex, New Jersey in 1939. She was most recently employed as a senior
lecturer at the American Film Institute.
Fontana is survived by her husband, Oscar-winning visual effects cinematographer, Dennis Skotak. Both of them have generously shared their experience on many convention panels in Los Angeles over the years.
Cartoonist Gahan Wilson, known for his macabre humor, died November
21 at the age of 89. Paul Winters, Wilson’s stepson who had recently organized
a GoFundMe for the artist, made the announcement:
The world has lost a legend. One of the very best cartoonists to ever pick up a pen and paper has passed on. He went peacefully – surrounded by those who loved him.
Gahan Wilson leaves behind a large body of work that is finely drawn, elegant, and provocative.
He was preceded in death by his wife, author Nancy Winters Wilson, and his parents, Allen and Marion Wilson…
To the world at large he was famous for his cartoons in major magazines like Playboy,The New Yorker, and National Lampoon.
Within the sff genre Wilson contributed cartoons to The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, for which he also wrote fiction, and movie and book reviews. His first published story, “Beware of the Dog.” appeared in F&SF in 1964. In the Eighties he was a movie reviewer for The Twilight Zone Magazine, and in the Nineties a book critic for Realms of Fantasy.
He wrote and illustrated a story for Harlan Ellison’s anthology
Again, Dangerous Visions (1972). The “title” is a black blob,
and the story is about an ominous black blob that appears on the page, growing
at an alarming rate.
Wilson designed the original World Fantasy Award trophy, a bust of
H.P. Lovecraft, which was presented from 1975-2015, when
the design was retired. The World Fantasy Convention presented him a copy
as a Special Award in 1981.
He was recognized for lifetime achievement by the Bram Stoker
Awards (1992) and World Fantasy Awards (2004), and was named a Living Legend by
the International Horror Guild Awards (2005).
He received an Inkpot Award from San Diego Comic-Con in 1989. He also received the National Cartoonists Society’s
Milton Caniff Lifetime Achievement Award in 2005.
Wilson is the subject of a feature-length documentary film, Gahan
Wilson: Born Dead, Still Weird, directed by Steven-Charles Jaffe.
Earlier this year his
stepson Paul Winters announced that the cartoonist was suffering from advanced dementia,
and started a GoFundMe for Gahan Wilson to pay for memory care. More than a thousand people donated $52,175 in the first 14 days, and eventually
over $80,000 of donations were received.
personality, jazz drummer and the creator of Mindwebs, Michael Hanson, died of
cancer on September 9 at the at the age pf 78. The family obituary is here.
He was the voice of the Mindwebs series out of WHA radio in Wisconsin, which offered weekly readings of sff stories by well-known writers. Between 1976 and the mid-1990s they presented 169 half-hour shows with 188 short stories by 135 different authors, ranging from Ray Bradbury, Ursula K. Le Guin and Isaac Asimov to Thomas Disch, Joanna Russ, and R.A. Lafferty. Hanson’s readings were enhanced by music, periodic sound cues, and the occasional character voice.
Hanson was a member of the Freedom From Religion Foundation. They posted a eulogy from FFRF Co-President Dan Barker, a pianist, that focused on their mutual interest in music –
I played with the Michael Hanson Jazz Group a number of times… His style on the drums was breezy and fun, leaving plenty of room for the soloists to express themselves. During breaks, we often talked about music, but Michael especially wanted to talk to me about politics and religion. He really cared about the world.
Hanson is survived by his wife Rosie and sons Rolfe and Stephan.
left our stage near the end of last month. His son called
me. I reported to the October 24th meeting of Paul’s club and mine,
the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society. I still have few data.
had been living alone in the Kern County desert, near Johannesburg (pop.
172). I had visited him there. He and his son and I drove
to the 76th World Science Fiction Convention (San Jose, 2018). The
widow of a friend found his remains.
was given the Evans-Freehafer Award for service to the LASFS in
1964. He was Fan Guest of Honor at Loscon XX in 1993 (our local
convention; Loscon XLVI will be 29 Nov – 1 Dec 2019).
He invented the LASFS Building Fund. Jerry Pournelle told him “You’re out of your mind.” Paul said “Sure I am.” He nurtured the Fund for quite a while until, leaf by niggle, it had grown to what would in today’s money be a low five-figure sum. This not quite infinitely improbable result sparked Bruce Pelz, whom Paul had earlier defeated for head of the Club, at the time called Director, later President. In the following while, we all, including Bruce, discovered Bruce’s ability to get money out of stones. Or maybe we were turnips. The LASFS got a clubhouse, outgrew it and got another, outgrew it and got a third, outgrew it and is now hunting a fourth.
couldn’t attend the LASFS’ 75th anniversary celebration (founded 1934!) but
gave me some remarks to read for him, which I did, and you can see here.
You can also see some of him occasioned later by the LASFS’ 4,000th meeting. Look here.
was a good friend to, among many others, Bill Rotsler. Here’s a photo
I’ve long liked that Len Moffatt took of Bill and Paul at Westercon XIX.
may be displaying better judgment by carrying his blaster in a holster than
Paul is by drinking Miller beer. I hasten to add I for another while
worked happily with a man named Miller who kept on a shelf in his office a neon
sign saying “It’s Miller time”. These things have a subjective
was an electrical engineer and worked on the Space Shuttle. I’m only a
lawyer. We didn’t talk of science too much – although lawyers are
engineers, and to some extent scientists. We did talk of shoes – and
ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages – and kings; usually by phone after he’d
moved to the desert; sometimes at length. I don’t remember getting to why the sea is boiling hot. I
think it’s the influence of the Sun, myself.
woman he knew said, when I called her after his death, that he could show an
indomitable spirit. She didn’t mean the time the three of us went to
hear Yuja Wang play piano at Disney Concert Hall. We all thought
Yuja Wang was swell, and in fact indomitable. It was more like the
time Paul went climbing alone in the Sierras, and somehow got two counties’
rescue forces looking for him and giving up saying he couldn’t be found, after
which he emerged, hungry and thirsty from lack of food and water, but
safe. He was a couple of years short of eighty then.
shared, with a friend we had in common, a love of hot, I mean spicy, food.
Once when Paul and I met for breakfast at a Vietnamese restaurant, each
ordering a bowl of pho, noodle soup (Vietnamese uses diacritical
marks, which I leave out), Paul tasted his broth, threw in his slices of hot
peppers and mine, put in some black sauce, added enough orange sauce that his
bowl was glistening radioactive orange, and called over the waiter to ask “Don’t
you have any hot food in this restaurant?”
of his unexecuted ideas was Project 44. He considered building a
compass dial outdoors with each of its 44 points – I never did ask why not 32
or 128 – named for a man or woman who had contributed outstanding guidance to
humanity. Think about it. Whom would you put
in? Whom leave out? Why her and not her? What
thought of entitling this note “If you say so, King Solomon” (to whom is
attributed the book Ecclesiastes, with “To every thing there is a
season”), but I didn’t.
Longtime Arizona fan Curt Stubbs (1948-2019) passed away on September 14 at Pepe Hospice in Tucson, Arizona, of a brain hemorrhage, complicated by chronic ill health.
He discovered fandom in 1974 and soon became one of the pillars of Phoenix fandom, helping to found LepreCon, and the Central Arizona Science Fiction Literary Society (CASFS).
Curt also was involved with the successful Phoenix in 1978 Worldcon bid, and worked on the Denver Worldcon art show (Denvention II, 1981). In between, Denver’s MileHiCon 11 (1979) made him their Fan Guest of Honor.
Grace Jackson’s tribute in the September issue of DASFAx adds:
…Curt was a lifelong poet, and was sometimes published. He served as a perennial docent at the University of Arizona Poetry Center; his tenure there—the longest on record—was terminated by his death. He was also active in Tucson’s LGBTQ community, and recognized by the Southern Arizona Senior Pride organization as their Poet Laureate in 2017. Several Tucson fans are working to conserve his papers.
…During my early years in fandom, he was known as “Captain Coors,” always the life of the party at fannish gatherings with tricorn hat, handlebar mustache, and a can of Coors beer. The back seat of “Cthulhu,” his jalopy, often overflowed with empties. He and I enjoyed many a gaming session together with other fannish friends, most often playing Tunnels & Trolls or Diplomacy. We shared many good times in Phoenix fandom, as well as a few rocky ones (during which we were allies, not antagonists)….
is survived by his son, Joel, his granddaughter, Eryn, his sister, Donna.
Katherine MacLean died September 1 her son, Carl Mason, reported
on Facebook. She was 94.
While she worked as a
laboratory technician in 1947 MacLean began writing science fiction. Her
first published story, “Defense Mechanism,” appeared in Astounding in
1949 and the majority of her short fiction was published during the following
decade. “Second Game,” written in collaboration
with Charles V. De Vet was a Best Novelette Hugo nominee in 1959.
In the Seventies MacLean produced three novels, one
of them a fix-up combining several of her shorter works.
She was married to Charles Dye from 1951-1953; later married David
Mason, 1956-1962; and her third husband was Carl West.
For Eric Leif Davin’s Partners in Wonder:
Women and the Birth of Science Fiction, 1926-1965, MacLean supplied him with a detailed description
of her negotiations with John W. Campbell in regards to the publication of her
earliest stories. She had to be convinced by Astounding’s associate
editor L. Jerome Stanton that Campbell wasn’t stringing her along by asking for
revisions out of an unwillingness to publish a story by a woman. Indeed, he
would buy three of her earliest stories and publish them under her full name.
Critics and colleagues praised her sff highly:
Damon Knight wrote, “As a science fiction writer she has few peers; her work is
not only technically brilliant but has a rare human warmth and richness.” Brian
Aldiss said she could “do the hard stuff magnificently,” while Theodore
Sturgeon observed that she “generally starts from a base of hard science, or
rationalizes psi phenomena with beautifully finished logic.”
Since it is not about quantity, but quality and influence, that is why the award should be given her. As I wrote to her when I the award was announced for me:
“Among the great absurdities of the SF world is that I am a grand master and you are not. Happy birthday and much love.” By not honoring her, we make our awards mean less. Her single collection of short stories (The Diploids) and her Nebula Award winning novel [sic] (Missing Man) pointed a new generation of writers the way sentences had to be put together to tell a story both humanly and intellectually satisfying, and an older generation recognized it.
“The Missing Man” won a Nebula Award in 1971. The expanded novel-length version
was nominated for a Nebula in 1976. In 2003 MacLean was honored as an SFWA
Author Emeritus. In 2011, she received the Cordwainer Smith Rediscovery Award.