These came in a while back, but I haven’t had room to shelve them until I finished finishing my latest bookcase.
These came in a while back, but I haven’t had room to shelve them until I finished finishing my latest bookcase.
Here are two different signed, limited edition anthologies from different publishers that, spine-out, look a whole lot like each other because they were printed using the same printing and binding technology. Chalker/Ownings called it the “Newcomer-Dikty process,” which turned out to be an early example of what became “Print On Demand” publishing, though both books below are true first editions with defined print runs.
A chipper-at-all-hours Kasey Lansdale, having no pity on us poor souls discomforted by having to get up at the crack of noon.
if we’re going to show Kasey, I suppose we should show her father, Joe R. Lansdale. I think he’s written a book or two.
Neal Barrett, Jr. “You working on anything right now, Neal?” “I’m a writer, I’m always working on something. That’s what writers do.”
Howard Waldrop, relieved that we only have to review Cowboys & Aliens once.
Rob Landley, the man who helped found both Penguincon and Linucon. And yet, somehow, he still walks among the living.
Paolo Bacigalupi, wondering just where that alligator might have gotten to.
Brad Denton, who foolishly exposed his skin to direct sunlight for almost 15 full seconds.
Martha Wells, reclining in the position usually reserved for her palanquin.
Elizabeth Moon’s expression shortly after hearing that she wouldn’t have spend three days being condescended and lectured to by dour, joyless feminists.
Jayme Lynn Blaschke, who’ had to cut back on his previously extravagant vest budget.
Kurt Baty towers over Lego creations. Deep in the night, he sneaks into his unfinished mansion to loom over them and shout “I’m the God! I’m the God!”
With his portable manual typewriter, Lou Antonelli may be taking his emulation of role-model Howard Waldrop a little too far…
Just one of the many, many martinis Scott Bobo drank that weekend, not all of which had Ed Scarborough looking on.
Scott, Ed and Dwight wait for dinner.
Dwight, Rich and Milton.
Little Chuckie, Emma Bull and Stina Leicht just before the Elizabeth Moon and Wiscon panel, more about which at a later date. No one was killed during the panel, which counts as a rousing success.
Ben Yalow and Emma Bull.
Matthew Bay, with beer and wearing a utility kilt, key clues for the police to piece together the horrific orbital belt sanding disaster that befell him moments later.
There used to be a picture here. Now there’s not.
Lovely con newbie Jamie Hott and here +5 Camera of Smiting.
Paolo attempts to re-enact the cover shoot from Peter Gabriel I.
The second of my blackmail photos of Mark Finn, this time cavorting with shameless married hussy Emma Bull.
The unsuspecting Will Shetterly sits next to his wife, none the wiser to the lascivious gyrations performed shortly before.
Oh yeah, baby! Finn and Dave Cake demonstrate that Fezes are TOTALLY coming back! It’s only a matter of time!
Brad offers Paolo the traditional SFWA Salute of Respect.
“I just ate what?”
Here serial cavorter Finns plys his oleaginous charm on the unsuspecting Jessica Reisman.
“Tonight the monkey dies!”
Kasey Lansdale reacts with calm, cool aplomb to Brad Denton missing a deadline.
This is what happens when you attempt to photograph the Tetragrammaton.
And finally (two base notes) in a world…where dinner can take three hours…one man…will drink…a martini!
Mark Finn, rocking the cutting edge of FEZ NATION!
Howard Waldrop.
Dwight Brown gets the pre-convention lunch off to his usual facepalming start. What set him off this time was Todd saying “Look! We’re haircut twinsies!”
DUFF winner David Cake.
Early Turkey Citizen Joe Pumilia.
There was a picture of William Browning Spencer, but he has evidently grown disenchanted with his own visage, and asked that it be removed..
Al Jackson. For once I snapped a picture with his eyes open. Thanks for lunch, Al!
Dwight, mournful that his mama took his Kodachrome away.
Michael Sumbera, taking a break from assembling his retail sales empire.
Aaron Allston. Generally, I only see Aaron at: A.) Cons, or B.) Indian restaurants.
James Reasoner.
John DeNardo: “You know I hate having my picture taken.” Naturally, after he said that, I’m required to take his picture several additional times.
Like this one.
And this one.
Bruce Sterling was having a garage sale of books at the con. Here he is holding aloft the (true story) Rudy Rucker books I had pulled from the pile, refusing to sell them to me. Including the copy of The 57th Franz Kafka I had given him as a gift 15 years before. “I’ve got to donate these to UT.” Thanks a lot, Bruce.
Bill Crider, reenacting a scene from Daredevil.
Bill again, now with added sight.
Stina Leicht, with her hair in the traditional Blue Con shade.
Two people, both of whom complained that I took their picture too much. You can see how well those complaints worked out for them.
Rocky Kelley, artistic dandy and man-about-town.
Jessica Reisman. The camera is set properly, it’s just that Jessica lives her entire life in soft focus. Doctors keep doing tests to determine the cause.
Jasmina Tesanovic and Bruce Sterling. “It’s a 110° out today! I’m feeling pretty darn good about my Global Warming predictions!”
Derek Johnson. You can’t see it, but just below the frame of this picture, he’s clutching a snifter of brandy with one hand and stroking a white cat with the other.
Gretchen Peterson Johnston shows that she is totally ready for the Fetish Boot Ball.
Chris Nakashima-Brown n. Brown this guy I know.
Yvonne Daily and Phil Brogden, who you may remember from such hits as “Goddamnit, Lawrence, you sure take a lot of freaking convention pictures, don’t you?”
Robert Jackson Bennett, author of the spiffy first novel Mr. Shivers, copies of which can be obtained in the usual manner.
Bradley Denton assumes the now-traditional “Oh yeah? Then I’ll take YOUR picture!” position.
Jessica Reisman Redux.
Paolo Bacigalupi and Bruce Sterling, debating whose global warming future is more wretched and dystopian.
Rich Simental.
“NEVER MIND!”
The Space Squidians, shortly after freebasing some ink.
Brad Foster, with a Hugo that might seem familiar.
“You so naughty!”
Kasey Lansdale, mooning over Mark Finn. (I warned you, Finn! I said UNMARKED twenties!)
Scott Cupp, James Reasoner and Joe R. Lansdale, talking about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and why you can’t get good belt onions anymore.
Ben Yalow.
It was….the unnameable.
Here’s Bradley Denton, urging Richard M. Nixon’s head on to victory.
Doug Potter.
William Browning Spencer asked that his orange visage be stricken from the Internet.
Howard Waldrop. The background came out so nice I left it in.
Howard setting up for his reading, where he read portions of The Moone World
A. Lee Martinez.
Stina Leicht.
Willie Siros.
A very tried Scott Bobo.
The hardcore Dead Dog Party attendees, from left to right: Jonathan Miles, Michael Sumbera, Andrew Wimsatt, Richard Simental, Dwight Brown.
I’ve been meaning to take pictures of my library for quite a while, and I finally got around to doing it. These are just the ones in my fiction library; I haven’t taken pictures of the non-fiction up in my office yet.
I started collecting hypermodern (i.e., post-Neuromancer) science fiction first editions in the late 1980s, concentrating on hardbacks of works and authors I felt were important. I have essentially completed that collection (though I am always adding new books as they come out), and am now trying to amass a collection of first editions of every important post-WWII work of science fiction, as well as selected fantasy and horror authors, which should keep me busy quite a while. Save one Stephen King ultralimited I bought pre-publication, I have never spent more than $400 for any single book (and precious few over $300). I won’t settle for later printings or copies with corner-clipped dust jackets, but my price ceiling has forced me to settle for ex-library copies of a handful of key works (for example, Dune and The Man in the High Castle). When I refer to an “imperfect” first, it’s generally (but not always) an Ex-Library copy. The rest tend to be Fine/Fine or gently read copies, though with a bit more flexibility for older titles. I am one “difficult” book away from having a complete collection of Hugo winners, and save the most recent one, have a complete collection of Nebula Winners, as well as many World Fantasy and Bram Stoker award winners, plus a smattering of literary firsts and prize winners picked up when I chanced across them.
Mine is a very extensive SF collection, but far from the largest or most valuable, even in private hands. I’m sure there are many old fans whose libraries would (or may still) put mine to shame. Before being broken up, the legendary collections of Sam Moskowitz and Forrest J. Ackerman would have easily blown mine away. Although David Hartwell has started selling pieces of his, from talking to him I’m sure what remains of David’s collection still exceeds mine by a good measure. Kurt Baty has assembled very close to a complete collection of all science fiction works ever published, but has not concentrated on first editions. Given the number of auctions I’ve lost to him over the years, I’m sure Larry Bigman’s collection leaves mine in the shade. Allen Lewis’ collection of hypermodern science fiction has a breadth that far exceeds my own. Mike Berro and Jerry Hewett have collections at least comparable to my own (and far more complete when it comes to Jack Vance). If I had to guess, my collection might sneak into the top 50 in private hands, but that may be too high.
Previous and far less complete attempts to document my library are here and here.
Unless otherwise noted, all the volumes listed under highlights are either the true first edition, or the first hardback edition (frequently British) when the true first was a paperback original. If the UK edition preceded the American, then the true first is the one I have, unless otherwise indicated.
These pictures were taken with a Kodak EasyPic V803 and edited in iPhoto. The gaps visible on shelves are what I call “expansion joints,” and are there so I can add new acquisitions. Caveats: I don’t have a tripod, and I don’t know how to do keystone correction for camera angle (especially apparent on the eight-high bookshelves). Still, an acute observer should be able to pic out numerous individual volumes…
Note: This is my personal/professional library, and none of these are for sale. For science fiction books I do have for sale, please see the Lame Excuse Books website.
A-B
B-C
C-D
D
D-G
G-J
J-M
M-P
P-R
R-S
S
S-W
Oversized Hardbacks
Some Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, etc. I think this photo is large enough that you can easily read the titles…
W
W-Z, and Trade Paperbacks (including chapbooks, proofs, etc.)
Trade Paperbacks
Mass Market Paperbacks