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544 pages, ebook
First published October 23, 2018
Campbell had stretched his arms wide: "This is science fiction. It takes in all time, from before the universe is born, through the formation of suns and planets, on through their destruction and forward to the heat death of the universe, and after." Then he put his hands an inch apart. "This is English literature—the most microscopic fraction of the whole."Campbell's formulation is... so incredibly close to my own oft-expressed belief about the Venn diagram which encompasses both sf (what I—along with Robert A. Heinlein—prefer to call speculative fiction) and "mimetic" fiction (which must hew more closely to the here-and-now), that I feel I must have read Campbell's words long ago, internalizing them fully before I can even remember—either that, or I'm just really good at unconsciously reinventing the wheel!
—p.380
{...}in 1942, Cyril Kornbluth was called up. When he went to say goodbye to Pohl, they drunkenly swore an oath—slashing their hands with a razor—to kill the editor Robert Lowndes for no particular reason. The following morning, they woke up in the same bed, hungover and covered in blood. They stared at each other, pale, and Kornbluth said, "Well, I think I'd better go, Fred. So long. Have a nice war."No matter how outrageous the anecdotes, though, Alec Nevala-Lee always seems to have researched their origins as meticulously as possible, given that all of the primary participants are now safely deceased. His Notes about the incident above, for example, cite Damon Knight's The Futurians, which was published in 1977 while Pohl, at least, was still alive and, presumably, able to object to any inaccuracies.
—p.181