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humor. It isn't necessary anyway; you can find plenty for yourself in the stories gathered here,
in which you will also note an equally important source of humor, character.
De Camp's people are never stereotypes. They are unique and often think and act in ways
that are funny. Like Moliere or Holberg,
cle Camp observes them with a slightly ironic, basically sympathetic detachment, and then tells us
what he has seen. .We laugh, but all too often we recognize ourselves in them.
The humor, and oftimes the pathos, of character became particularly evident in the postwar
"Gavagan's Bar" stories, also written in partnership with Pratt. Gavagan's Bar is a friendly kind
of neighborhood place, whose steady customers all know one another, and the genial bartender, Mr.
Cohan (Cohan, if you please), does his best to keep it that way. But people do come in who have
the strangest tales to tell, and sometimes a breath of that strangeness blows through the
establishment itself. "These little whiskey fantasies," as Groff Conklin called them, usually
evoke very gentle laughter.
Indeed, offhand the postwar stories of de Camp's seem rather different from the prewar
ones: more serious, frequently downright somber. However, this is not true. There has been a shift
of emphasis, as might be expected of a writer who is not content to repeat himself endlessly but,
instead, keeps experimenting and developing. Yet recent stories have had their wit, and early
stories had their gravity.
His first major piece of fiction, the novel Genus Homo, in collaboration with the late P.
Schuyler Miller, contains comic moments but is essentially a straightforward tale of a busload of
travelers-the believably ordinary kind you meet on a Greyhound-who end up in the far future, when
mankind is long extinct save for them, and apes have evolved to intelligence. Though the
conclusion is hopeful, the narrative does not pretend that the opening situation is anything but
catastrophic, and tragedies as well as triumphs occur.
Another early novel, Lest Darkness Fall, illustrates this combination of qualities still
better. It is, in a way, de Camp's answer to Mark Twain, whose Connecticut Yankee started modern
technology going in Arthurian Britain with the greatest of ease. Martin Padway is scholarly, even
a little timid, but a highly knowledgeable man. This much was necessary for the author to
postulate, else his protagonist would soon have died a messy death, after being hurled back to
Ostrogothic Italy of the sixth century A.D. Nevertheless, Padway has a terrible time as he
struggles to introduce a few things like printing, which may stave off the Dark Ages he knows will
otherwise come. He never does manage to make gunpowder that goes Bang! instead of Fizz-zz. His
most successful innovations are the simplest, like dou
ble-entry bookkeeping or an information-carrying line of semaphores. Here de Camp was at his most
rigorously logical.
The book is full of hilarious scenes. For instance, when Padway catches a bad cold, his
main problem is how to avoid the weird remedies that well-meaning friends try to apply to him. Yet
when war breaks out, its horrors are quietly described; we are not spared.
Thus the stories of later years represent no mutation, but rather a steady evolution.
The tales of the Viagens Inter planetarias are, in fact, quite like their predecessors.
These are straight science fiction-so much so that de Camp does not permit his characters to
exceed the speed of light through "hyperspace" or any similar incantation, but confines them to
the laws of relativistic physics and the nearer stars. That, though, gives the same scope for
exotic settings and exciting adventures that Haggard found in the then unmapped parts of Africa.
The humorous possibilities are fully realized; an example in the present collection is "The
Inspector's Teeth." Likewise realized are the possibilities of derring-do-and, occasionally, pain
and bitterness.
The historical novels show the same meticulous care throughout and the same general line
of development, from the comparatively light-hearted An Elephant for Aristotle and The Dragon of
the Ishtar Gate (my personal favorite) to The Golden Wind, which holds a poignant depiction of,
what age can do to a man and how the spirit can rise above that.
As I have said, de Camp came more and more to specialize in nonfiction, fine stuff and
highly recommended but outside the purview of this essay. It may have been Conan the Cimmerian who
finally lured him back to a reasonable productivity of stories. If that is true, we have much to
thank Robert E. Howard for, over and above the entertainment he gave us in his own right.
\Vhen the creator of the original Mighty Barbarian died, he left behind him a heap of
unfinished manuscripts, some involving Conan and some which could be adapted to the series.
Perhaps mostly for enjoyment, de Camp undertook to complete the work with collaborators BjOrn
Nyberg and Lin Carter. The enthusiastic rediscovery of Conan by the reading public may have
surprised him. I don't know. What I do know, and what matters, is that since then he has
increasingly been writing original fantasy. You'll find a few of the shorter pieces here. The
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