I do not decide to write a pastiche or parody just for the sake of writing one. The story idea comes
first. In 99.44% of the cases, I write my own story in one of my own styles. But once in a very
great while it seems to me that the idea belongs in someone else’s universe. Then I write a
pastiche. See, herein, No Connections.
And when the idea belongs in another’s universe—except that it is patently ridiculous—I write a
parody. The idea for Backstage Lensman, for instance, you will find in the next-to-last scene, in a
simple mathematical formula. All the rest of it came from that.
The “Reviews in Verse” are a different breed of mutant. They are quite deliberate. The idea is to
tell the plot with reasonable accuracy—and leave out the entire point that the author was trying
to make! So even if you do not heed my warning at the beginning of that section, you will still not
know what the story is really about. For that, go to the originals.
The “Little Willies” are takeoffs of an Englishman named Harry Graham, who originated them.
Since he was a retired officer of Her Majesty’s [Victoria, that is.] Coldstream Guards, he wrote
under the name “Col. D. Streamer.”
The Benedict Breadfruit stories need no introduction from me. My very good friend, Reginald
Bretnor, got his very good friend, Grendel Briarton, to do an introduction for them. And Mr.
Briarton, apparently, had to go to Ferdinand Feghoot for the final copy.
I have not, by any means, given what might be called The Garrett Treatment to all the writers I
admire. Although Van’s Slan is in here, his distinctive style is ripe for story treatment. Ted
Sturgeon would be fun. Fritz Leiber is on my little list. Bob Silverberg is begging for it. Lester
del Rey is going to get his one of these days. Cordwainer Smith has it coming. Frank Herbert will
not go unscathed. Mack Reynolds is overdue. Avram Davidson will not be neglected. Neither
will Michael Kurland. There are others. Just wait.
Maybe before my eleventy-first...
Wait! Don’t go away! This book is like a tapestry. I supplied the basic material, and Frank Kelly
Freas supplied the lovely embroidery. [Is that a crewel remark?] When this book becomes an
expensive collector’s item (when. not if). it will be because of Kelly’s work, not mine.
(Kelly, if you or Polly cut what follows because of some false feeling of modesty, may your
pencils break, your inkpots run dry, your typewriter clog, your paints become gelatinous, and
your canvas rot. Truth, dammit, is truth!)
This book is Kelly’s work in more than one way. Let me give you some background, and then I’ll
tell you a true story.
I met Kelly in the early fifties at a science fiction convention. I don’t remember which one; they
all begin to blend into one another after all this time. (See, Van? I told you!) I don’t remember the
con, but I remember Kelly. At that time, he sported a large red mustache and a smile which kept
it turned up at the ends. I loved the man immediately.
Kelly is witty, outgoing, friendly, gregarious, and articulate. He is shrewd, careful, intelligent,
and analytical. He is sensitive, understanding, warm and compassionate. And he knows the
science and technique of art as few people in history have known it.
He is, of course, a science fiction fan of the highest caliber. It shows in every illustration he does.
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