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COPYRIGHT (c) 1978 BY L. SPRAGUE BE CAMP
Introduction: L. Sprague de Camp-Engineer and
Sorcerer copyright (c) 1978 by Poul Anderson
All Rights Reserved
Published by arrangement with
Ballantine Books
A Division of Random House, Inc.
201 East 5oth Street
New York, New York 10022
To be published by Ballantine as a Del Rey Book
Printed in the United States of America
ACXNOWLEDGMENTS
"Hyperpilosity," copyright (c) 1938 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding Science
Fiction, April 1938. Copyright renewed 1965 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"Language for Time Travelers," copyright (c) 1938 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for
Astounding Science Fiction, July 1938. Copyright renewed 1965 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Command," copyright (c) 1938 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding Science
Fiction, October 1938. Copyright renewed 1966 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Merman," copyright (c) 1938 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding Science
Fiction, December 1938. Copyright renewed 1966 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"Employment." copyright (c) 1939 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding Science
Fiction, May 1939. Copyright renewed 1966 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Gnarly Man," copyright (c) 1939 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Unknown, June 1939.
Copyright renewed 1966 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"Nothing in the Rules," copyright (c) 1939 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Unknown, July
1939. Copyright renewed 1966 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Hardwood Pile," copyright (c) 1940 by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Unknown,
September 1940. Copyright renewed 1968 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Reluctant Shsmau," copyright (c) 1947 by Standard Magazines, Inc., for Thrilling \.X'onder
Stories, April iq.~'.
"The Inspector's Teeth," copyright (c) n~o by Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding
Science Fiction, April 1950. Copyright renewed 1977 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The Guided Man," copyright (c) 1952 by Better Publications, Inc., for Startling Stories, October
1952.
"Judgment Day," copyright (c) ~ b~ Street & Smith Publications, Inc., for Astounding Science
Fiction, August 1955.
"A Gun for Dinosaur," copyright (c) 1956 by Galaxy Publishing Corporation, Inc., for Galaxy
Science Fiction, March 1956.
"Reward of Virtue," copyright (c) 1970 by Mercury Press, Inc., for The Maga. zine of Fantasy and
Science Fiction, September 1970.
"The Emperor's Fan," copyright (c) 1973 by Random House, Inc., for Astounding.
"The Ameba," copyright (c) 1973 by L. Sprague de Camp.
"The little Green Men," copyright (c) 1976 by L. Sprague de Camp. "Two Yards of Dragon," copyright
(c) 1976 by Lin Carter for Flashing Swords No. ~.
To Foul and Karen Anderson:
skaal.l
CONTENTS
Introduction: L. Sprague de Camp-Engineer and Sorcerer
Poul Anderson ix
Hyperpilosity 1
Language for Time Travelers 13
The Command 27
The Merman 40
Employment
The Gnarly Man 73
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"Reward of Virtue" 94
Nothing in the Rules 9~
The Hardwood Pile 123
The Reluctant Shaman 149
The Inspector's Teeth 162
The Guided Man 176
"The Ameba" 207
Judgment Day 208
A Gun for Dinosaur 227
The Emperor's Fan 253
Two Yards of Dragon 269
"The Little Green Men" 295
Author's Afterword 296
L. SPRAGUE DE CAMP-
ENGINEER AND SORCERER
As A STUDENT of the myriad ways of man, L. Sprague de Camp has from time to time looked upon his
own society with the same objective eye he uses on peoples whom geography or history make strange
to most of us. He himself does not seem to find them very alien- and he has encountered many at
first hand. Though he knows more about cultural differences than most professional
anthropologists, his basic judgment appears to be that human beings everywhere and everywhen are
much the same at heart: limited, fallible, tragi-comic, yet endlessly interesting. So in the
civilizations of antiquity or among more recent "primitives" he sees engineers and politicians not
unlike ours, while among us he discovers taboos and tribal rites not unlike theirs. The insight
has directly inspired at least one story and added philosophical depth as well as occasional
piquant ironies to most of the others.
Therefore I wonder what he thinks of this curious custom we have of prefacing a collection
of one writer's work with the remarks of a colleague. It strikes me as especially odd when the
former is senior to the latter, and senior in far more than years. That is, I was a boy when L.
Sprague de Camp's first stories were published; I spent a decade being awed by his erudition and
captivated by his ability to tell a story, none of which has changed since. When I began to write
professionally myself, it became clear, once I was hitting my stride, that there was a
considerable de Camp influence on me, though I will never match him in any of those areas he has
made uniquely his own. In short, what the deuce am I doing introducing him?
The sole rationale that comes to mind is this. De Camp belongs to that generation of
writers whom John Campbell inspired to create the golden age of science fiction and fantasy,
beginning about 1937
when he took the helm of what was then called Astounding Stories. Critics be damned, it was the
golden age in all truth, when people such as Isaac Asimov, Lester del Rey, Robert A. Heinlein, L.
Ron Hubbard, Malcolm Jameson, Henry Kuttner (especially as "Lewis Padgett"), Fritz Leiber, C. L.
Moore, Ross Rocklynne, Clifford D. Simak, George 0. Smith, Theodore Sturgeon, A. E. van Vogt, Jack
Williamson, and more and more either appeared for the first time or, for the first time, really
showed what they could do. De Camp stood tall in this race of giants. Gifted new writers have made
their considerable marks on the field throughout the years afterward, but the excitement-the sense
of utterly green pastures suddenly opened-will never come again. Comparison to the Periclean and
Elizabethan periods may strike you as overdrawn, but you might think of jazz in its heyday, or
quantum physics in the 1920'S and '30's, or cosmology and molecular biology today.
The era was brief, choked off-though not overnight-by America's entry into World War Two.
A number of key creators found that they had more urgent business on hand than writing stories.
They included de Camp.
Hostilities having ended for the time being, he returned to his proper business and had
much to do with pulling science fiction out of the dismal state into which it had fallen. Besides
Astounding as of yore, he was an important contributor to numerous other magazines in the field.
The publication of science-fiction books, not as rare oneshots but as a regular thing, was being
pioneered then, and his became landmarks. Of all this, more anon.
However, he began increasingly to write other things. These included some grand historical
fiction but became primarily nonfiction, with emphasis on science, technology, and the history of
these. Factual material, accurately and vividly presented, was not new to him
-he had written it from the start of his career-but soon it comprised the overwhelming bulk of his
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output. I don't know whether to regret this or not. On the one hand, we have doubtless lost a
number of marvelous yarns; on the other hand, we do have these perfectly splendid books about
elephants and ancient engineers and H. P. Lovecraft and dinosaurs and. . .
Luckily for us, of recent years L. Sprague de Camp has from time to time been coming back
to storytelling, especially to fantasy. (He is also pleasing aficionados with light verse and
familiar essays, but these are of less immediate interest to a reading public starved for
honest narratives in which real things happen to persons one can care about.) And thus we arrive
at a justification for this foreword:
the fact that many younger folk may not be acquainted with his fiction, and in any event will not
know what a towering figure he has been-and is-in the field of imaginative literature. The present
book, which spans most of his career, ought to remedy that. If you haven't read a de Camp tale
before now, you have a treat in store, and I am here to tell you so.
Second, since an anthology can hold but a limited part of an author's work, you might
allow me to steer you onto other things, as well. 'What follows will not be a bibliography or a
scholarly study, but just a ramble through a few of the good memories, literary and personal, that
Sprague has given me. A lot will be omitted; I should not take up space which could be used for an
extra story. But perhaps you will get a better idea of his achievement and of what to watch for in
bookstores and libraries than you would from something more formal.
As I have remarked, he began writing nonfiction early on. Indeed, his very first published
work was an important book, still in print and once cited in a Supreme Court decision, whose self-
explanatory title is Inventions, Patents, and Their Management. Not being an inventor of anything
except occasional recipes, I must confess to never having read this. However, in my teens I was
delighted and enlightened by the articles he wrote for Astounding, pieces like "The LongTailed
Huns" (on urban wildlife), "The Sea King's Armored Division" (on Hellenistic science and
engineering), and "Get Out and Get Under" (on the history of military vehicles). The subjects
demonstrate the range and depth of his interests; the titles indicate the humor with which he made
the facts sparkle.
That humor became an emblem of his in science fiction, doubly welcome because it has
always been in short supply there, and in fantasy, where it matched the funniest things ever done
in a field which has nurtured a lot of sprightliness. His humor was often called "wacky," but I
think that's the wrong word. De Camp constructed his stories every bit as carefully, with the same
respect for fact and logic, as he did his nonfiction. (He still does, of course.) Much of the
laughter came from the meticulously detailed working out of the consequences of a bizarre
assumption.
For instance, in the short novel Divide and Rule, extraterrestrial conquerors have imposed
a neo-medieval culture on Earth as a way
of keeping the human race from uniting to overthrow them. The story opens with Sir Howard van
Slyck, second son of the Duke of Poughkeepsie, riding along in chrome-nickel armor, puffing his
pipe, near the tracks of the elephant-powered New York Central. Upon his plastron he bears the
family arms-which he calls a trademark-consisting of a red maple leaf in a white circle with the
motto "Give 'em the works."
In another short novel, Solomon's Stone, there is a parallel universe in which Earth is
inhabited by those people whom we daydream of ourselves as being. The mind of the shy, bookish
hero is transferred to the body of the alter ego he had always supposed was purely imaginary, a
French cavalier like d'Artagnan. Practically every man is big, muscular, and handsome; every woman
ravishingly beautiful. New York is a wild conglomeration of ethnic types, ranging from the
Siegfrieds in Yorkville to a Middle Eastern sultan complete with harem (who in our world is really
a bachelor clerk at the YMCA). With so many aggressively macho toughs around, society is pretty
chaotic, though a government of sorts does exist and even maintains a small army, which consists
almost entirely of generals and is commanded by the only private it has.
In the classic Harold Shea stories, written in collaboration with the late Fletcher Pratt,
we are taken to a whole series of universes where various myths or literary works are strictly
true. For example, in "The Mathematics of Magic," Shea finds himself in the world of Spenser's The
Faerie Queen. At one point, traveling through a forest with the virginal Beiphebe, he encounters
the Blatant Beast, a monster that will devour them unless it is given a poem it has not heard
before-and in such an emergency, the single poem he can think of is the luridly gross "The Ballad
of Eskimo Nell." Magic works here, by strict rules of its own, and at another point Shea seeks to
conjure up a unicorn for a steed-but he doesn't phrase the spell quite clearly enough, and gets a
rhinoceros instead. I needn't go on, for happily the first three of these stores are again
available, collected together as The Corn pleat Enchanter.
Nor does space permit me to give more examples of this particular source of de Campian
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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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Goblin Tower and The Clocks of Iraz are two rather recent novels. Let us hope for many more.
I have already admitted that this foreword is not going to be anything like a proper
survey of the de Camp canoi. Still, I would like to mention anew certain of his incidental
writings-essays, reviews and criticisms, verse, aphorisms-which have appeared over the years in
such places as the magazine Amra or his anthology Scribblings, to the pleasure of smaller
audiences than they deserve. Unless a major publisher has the sense to gather these together, you
may never see them; but they should be mentioned as showing yet another dimension of his
versatility.
In person, L. (for Lyon) Sprague de Camp is a tall, trim man of aristocratic appearance
and bearing-aristocratic in the best sense, gracious and kindly as well as impressive. More than
one woman has confided to me that she tends to swoon over him, but he remains content with his
lovely wife of many years, Catherine, with whom he has collaborated on books as well as children.
Born in New York in 1907, he studied at Caltech, MIT, and Stevens Institute of Technology,
and held down a variety of jobs until he went into full-time writing. As a Navy reservist, he was
called up in World War Two and did research and development (alongside Isaac Asimov and Robert
Heinlein), which was a substantial contribution to the Allied cause.
His vast fund of information comes not only from omnivorous reading but from extensive
traveling. This isn't just through the tourist circuits, but into strange places hard to reach. He
doesn't brag about it, but if you can get him to reminisce, it makes great reading or listening.
By the time this is in print, he will be past his seventieth birthday, but he doesn't look
or act it-and, what the hell, Goethe wrote the second part of Faust in his eighties. Long may L.
Sprague de Camp go on, to the joy of us all.
-Poul Anderson
Orinda, California
June, 1977
HYPERPILOSITY
"V/E ALL KNOW about the brilliant successes in the arts and sciences, but, if you knew all their
stories, you might find that some of the failures were really interesting."
It was Pat Weiss speaking. The beer had given out, and Carl Vandercook had gone out to get
some more. Pat, having cornered all the chips in sight, was leaning back and emitting vast clouds
of smoke.
"That means," I said, "that you've got a story coming. Okay, spill it. The poker can
wait."
"Only don't stop in the middle and say 'That reminds me,' and go off on another story, and
from the middle of that to another, and so on," put in Hannibal Snyder.
Pat cocked an eye at Hannibal. "Listen, mug, I haven't digressed once in the last three
stories I've told. If you can tell a story better, go to it. Ever hear of J. Roman Oliveira?" he
said, not waiting, I noticed, to give Hannibal a chance to take him up. He continued:
"Carl's been talking a lot about that new gadget of his, and no doubt it will make him
famous if he ever finishes it. And Carl mually finishes what he sets out to do. My friend Oliveira
finished what he set out to do, also, and it should have made him famous, but it didn't.
Scientifically his work was a sUccess, and deserving of the highest praise, but humanly it was a
failure. That's why he's now running a little college down in Texas. He still does good work, and
gets articles in the journals, but it's not what he had every reason to suspect that he deserved.
Just got a letter from him the other day-it seems he's now a proud grandfather. That reminds me of
my grandfather-"
"Hey!" roared Hannibal.
Pat said, "Huh? Oh, I see. Sorry. I won't do it again." He went on:
u~ first knew J. Roman when I was a mere student at the Medical Center and he was a
professor of virology. The J in his name stands for Haysoos, spelled J-e-s-u-s, which is a
perfectly good Mexican name. But he'd been so much kidded about it in the States that he preferred
to go by 'Roman.'
"You remember that the Great Change, which is what this story has to do with, started in
the winter of '97', with that awful flu epidemic. Oliveira came down with it. I went around to see
him to get an assignment, and found him perched on a pile of pillows and wearing the godawfullest
pink and green pajamas. His wife was reading to him in Spanish.
"'Leesten, Pat,' he said when I came in, 'I know you're a worthy esstudent, but I weesh
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