Has it really been 10 years since Bruce Pelz left us? I miss him still.
Late in the evening on May 9, 2002 my three-month old daughter Sierra was snoozing in her crib until time for her 11 p.m. feeding. That was my window for working on the Westercon program. Logging into e-mail, I read Bruce Pelz’ answers to questions I’d sent the day before. Continuing on to other messages in my inbox, I was stunned to learn that Bruce had died a few hours earlier.
He’d suffered a pulmonary embolism and died in a local hospital not long before the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society’s weekly meeting. And when the news was announced at the club he’d led for so long the meeting broke up in stunned silence.
I wrote in his obituary:
Summing up Bruce’s life is an exercise in timebinding: Which Bruce did you meet first? The young, hyperfannish Bruce on the way to the 1963 Worldcon masquerade in costume as Fafhrd, hair dyed blond, wearing a matching blond beard, and carrying a huge broadsword, who paused long enough to sell Lenny Bailes a Filk Song Manual, a subscription to Starspinkle, and take his application to join SAPS? The formidable 34-year-old Bruce plumping the LASFS building fund at a 1970 banquet by auctioning donated desserts, who dressed in black from head to toe and affected to be a kind of belligerent prince of darkness? Or the greybearded, book-huckstering Bruce of the late 1990s, so many fans’ grandfatherly mentor?
Whichever Bruce you met first, all these avatars had in common a characteristic need to go all-out for every well-loved interest or activity. Bruce had to know it all, do it all, own it all. Before discovering fandom, writes Milt Stevens, “Bruce was an Eagle Scout. Really. I guess once he started collecting merit badges he had to have all of them.” Having transferred that passion to fandom, Bruce became the rare fan who excelled in everything: fanzines, conrunning, costuming, filksinging, smoffing, collecting, fanhistory.
(The full obituary appeared in File 770 #142 [PDF file], available at eFanzines.)
Bruce often comes to mind when I’m in any discussion of fanhistory or conrunning.
Many of us are devoted to fan history. I regret how our stories tend to lose their precise details as time wears away the edges and gradually changes them into what people wish the history had been. Unlike the rest of us, Bruce always remembered things right.
Also, Bruce was a terrific organizer, though like so many things mistaken for genius this really was talent amplified by a tremendous amount of work. That’s the way out of many problems. And Bruce relentlessly looked ahead, in his last years setting the vision of another NASFiC, another Westercon, another Worldcon bid. That’s the true source of youth, a focus on the future, and the reason why it was easy to overlook his physical age up to the very end. Although he didn’t deny it, understanding death would also be part of the future, which is why his vast collection of fanzines is at UC Riverside – a living reminder of the friend I miss.