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 THE EDITOR'S WORD

by
Mike Resnick

Welcome to the twenty-fourth issue of Galaxy’s Edge. This issue marks the conclusion of four successful years, which is probably about three and a half more than knowledgeable insiders gave us when we started.

This issue we present new and newer writers Paul Eckheart, Marina J. Lostetter, Nick DiChario (who’s a little less new than most), Edward M. Lerner, Liz Colter, Fabio Centamore, Neal Peart, and Larry Hodges. Plus old friends Mercedes Lackey, Kevin J. Anderson, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, and 2016 Worldcon Guest of Honor Michael Swanwick. Also included are book recommendations by Bill Fawcett and Jody Lynn Nye, Greg Benford’s science column, Barry Malzberg’s column on literary matters, and the Joy Ward interview this month is with a true giant in the field, Robert Silverberg. Hope you enjoy all of them.

We are also exceptionally proud to begin serialization of Robert A. Heinlein's Hugo-winning Double Star with this issue.

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I told this story during my Worldcon Guest of Honor speech back at Chicon 7 in 2012. A number of people have asked me to commit it to paper (which I had done decades ago in some fanzine), so here it is again: “Me and the High Priest.”

I first met Anton LaVey, the founder and high priest of the Church of Satan, back in August of 1968, long before I was a full-time science fiction writer. I’d sold a pair of pretty awful Edgar Rice Burroughs pastiches, but basically I was just a kid starting out, editing a couple of men’s magazines and tabloid called The National Insider, which was like The National Enquirer only worse. The Worldcon was in Berkeley that year, and of course we planned to go.

Carol and I had never been to the Bay area, so I decided we’d go a few days early, spend them in San Francisco, and I’d line up a story or an interview each day to cover the expenses. During those four days I interviewed Carol Doda (the first topless dancer), the Low Moan Spectacular (a brilliant comedy group), and Anton.

I still remember taking a cab to his house, which was an old Victorian monstrosity painted black from top to bottom. There was a hearse parked in front of it, a lion roaming the (fenced) back yard, and Anton answered the door dressed exactly like a priest, with one exception—instead of a cross, he was wearing a tiny coffin on a chain around his neck.

For some reason we hit it off. He had a huge collection of Arkham House books. I’d read a batch of them, and had actually known a handful of the authors, so we had something to talk about besides Satanism. After awhile I pulled out my camera, one of the girls shed her clothes, and Anton presided over a black mass.

It was dull as dishwater, and it’s really difficult to be dull when you’re chanting obscene spells over a gorgeous naked girl on a makeshift altar. I explained that the Malleus Maleficarum and the Compendium Maleficarum were fine textbooks, but he was sitting on hundreds of wonderful (and occasionally Satanic) poems by Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith and H. P. Lovecraft in his Arkham collection, poems that had beat and meter—and eventually he did incorporate some of them into his ceremonies. (You can hear the The Satanic Masses, an LP/vinyl record he released a couple of years later.)

He was our guest at Baycon’s masquerade, and I commissioned a regular weekly column from him for the Insider. We became friends, in spite of the fact that I used to drive him crazy by calling him Anthony Levy (which seemed more likely to be his real name) and he was our house guest whenever a book-plugging tour brought him to our area.

Do I believe in Satanism? Of course not, no more than I believe in anything else. But let me tell you a little story, which happens to be true.

I used to phone him from the office whenever one of his columns came in, just to go over changes and corrections (this was many years before faxes, scans, and e-mails), and once I phoned him just after lunch on December 24. He mentioned that he’d forgotten to buy me a Christmas present (said the Satanist to the Jewish atheist), and was there anything he could get me? I said that it was starting to snow, and I’d sure love for him to use his Satanic connections to get me the hell out of there in the next ten minutes, since the city figured to be in gridlock by quitting time. It was just a thing to say, honest. I never expected what came next.

He mumbled some incomprehensible chant in an unknown language and told me it was taken care of, and I could go home in ten minutes. Then he hung up.

And thirty seconds later the power went off, and when it didn’t come on again in five minutes, the publisher sent everyone home and closed up shop for the day.

Was it Anton? I sure as hell doubt it. Did it happen? Absolutely. Can I prove that it wasn’t Anton? Nope. Did he take full credit for it for the next ten years? Of course. Could he do it again? I don’t know. I decided never to ask for another favor. I mean, hell, if I was wrong and he did shut off the power from 3,000 miles away, I knew what church I definitely did not want to be beholden to.

Anton died twenty years ago. We’d lost touch with each other by the late 1970s, and in truth we were never very close friends. But when I think back on all the colorful people I’ve known, he ranks right up there near the top.

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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The Editor's Word

FICTION
ZOMBIES ANONYMOUS
by Larry Hodges
GIOVANNI’S TREE
by Nick DiChario

THE WATERS AND THE WILD
by Mercedes Lackey
TO THEM WE ARE MERELY CLAY
by Liz Colter
WE GET WHAT WE DESERVE
by Kevin J. Anderson
and Neil Peart

IT’S NOT A PURPLE
PEOPLE EATER

by Marina J. Lostetter.

THE TORCHMAN’S TALE
by Edward M. Lerner
ELITES
by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

WITHIN
by Fabio F. Centamore

FAREWELL MY SOLDIER, MY HUSBAND, MY LOVE
by Paul Eckheart
SCHERZO WITH TYRANNOSAUR
by Michael Swanwick

INTERVIEW
Robert Silverberg

by Joy Ward

SERIALIZATION
Double Star (Part 1)
=Heinlein's First Hugo Winner=
by Robert A. Heinlein

COLUMNS
From the Heart's Basement
by Barry N. Malzberg
Science Column
by Gregory Benford
Recommended Books
by Bill Fawcett & Jody Lynn Nye

 

 

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