Hachette Publishes DeChancie in UK

Hachette UK is now distributing John’s books in the United Kingdom, under the Gateway imprint. Hachette is a major international publisher. Click on the image and go to the web site.

Buy only if you live in the UK, unless you like to have books sent across the Pond. ;)

“New” DeChancie Film

It’s not quite new, but John is in this film, talking about science fiction, the future, technology, and other lofty things. You might find it interesting. Lots of other SF famous writers appear as well, and John basks in their glittering company.

This documentary is also about science fiction fandom, conventions, and all things relating to the aforesaid.

STARRIGGER Nominated for Locus Award in “Best First Novel” Category–29 years ago!!!

An award nomination is always a good thing, but what if news of it comes 29 years later? That’s what we have a case of right here. It has recently come to light that John’s first novel, STARRIGGER, was nominated in 1984 for the prestigious Locus Award for Best First Novel.

Why has the news just come to light? Someone discovered an old web site that had this information. Neither the author, his agent, nor his publisher was ever informed. Had they been informed, they would have let John know. But they were not and he was not. Until now.

Let us interpose here a big SIGH. Whaddya gonna do? Maybe Scripture has something to say.

“A prophet is not without honor, save in his own land, among his own kin, and in his own home.” (Mark 6:4)

TO BUY STARRIGGER, CLICK HERE

MY FAVOURITE GEOPHYSICAL YEAR

Chances are most of you won’t remember the year 1957. It was the year Sputnik was launched and started the “Race to Space.” The Cold War was in full swing; Elvis Presley’s music was sweeping the nation; forced racial integration began in Little Rock, Arkansas; the 1957 Chevy Bel Air was the best car made; former senator Joe McCarthy died; Steve Allen was host of the Tonight Show, and it was the start of the International Geophysical Year. Remember? Also, a volume called The Space Encyclopedia was published by E. P. Dutton in New York. In it is everything you’d want to know about space in alphabetical order, beginning with “A-4,” the actual designation of what came to be known as the German
V-2 rocket, and ending with “Zodiak” and things related. Terminology was in vogue then that has fallen into disuse: “guided missile,” “artificial satellite,” “outer space,” and a few other terms that have not yet lost their meaning but are on their way out. Curious to see what we “knew” then about the planets, I immediately turned to the Mars entry. “Fifty years ago,” says this encyclopedia, “Mars was believed to be inhabited by advanced beings. Though this idea has now been discarded, there is at least strong evidence in favour (sic—the text is obviously British) of the existence of vegetation.” Oh, really? This was back when astronomers were positive they saw shifting patterns of darkness on the surface that varied by the season: hence vegetation. Now we know. No veggies, and those shifting surface features puzzle me. What could those telescope guys have been seeing back then at such a distance? Or was distance the factor in their appearing? Probably the latter case obtained. Fifty years before, Lowell saw canals that were not there, and was positive he was seeing them  In 1957 astronomers were seeing “what has been described as a ‘wave of darkening’ from the polar zone towards the equator. . .It now appears. . .probable that (these) areas are covered with lowly vegetation of some sort. This hypothesis is supported by the fact that as a polar cap shrinks, the dark areas seem to show signs of activity, as though the plants were being affected by the release of moisture.” Wow. Mars’ atmospheric pressure seems also to have been miscalculated. The best guess then was 7 cm of mercury at the surface, or about 1/10 earth’s pressure at sea level. But as the various Mars landers have told us, it’s much less than that. Canals? “Lowell. . .believed them to be artificial waterways. . .this theory has now been rejected, particularly as the canals are not so narrow or so regular as they appear in Lowell’s drawings. They take part in the general seasonal cycle, from which it is inferred that they are composed the same material as that which makes up the dark areas. It must however be admitted that they are very curious features, quite unlike anything else in the solar system.” Mars has always seemed to befuddle its observers, and is still doing so today, even close up. Curious indeed, but note that in 1957, a year I remember well—and I am not all that old—the canals of Mars were still there.

34th Annual Vintage Paperback Show

It’s that time of year again. The Vintage Paperback Show will host a long roster of classic paperback authors, who will sign books FOR FREE. No charge.

It will be held at its usual venue, the Valley Inn and Conference Center, in Mission Hills, California, Los Angeles area (San Fernando Valley).

John DeChancie will be there again, so here’s your chance to get his books signed, along with books by other authors.

34TH ANNUAL PAPERBACK COLLECTORS SHOW

April 7, 2013

Valley Inn and Conference Center

10621 Sepulveda Blvd. Mission Hills, CA 91345.

Valley Inn: 818-891-1771

Contact: Tom Lesser 818-349-3844

The Effect of Gamma-Rays on Man-on-the-Moon Science Fiction Writers

Well, I don’t know the effect yet. I got shot up with Techetium-99m, the gamma-ray-producing metastable nuclear isomer of technetium, Element No. 43. I then got shot with a gamma camera. Two gamma cameras. It was Gammazilla versus Camera. Sorry. The first was a sort of Instamatic gamma camera. The second was a 3D camera, with Technetiumcolor and Super-Gammavision 70.
You lie (or as the tech guy put it, you lay) on a narrow tray-like bed that affords no support for your arms, so you’re constantly straining to keep them from hanging down. You must keep ab-solutely still for a long time while the camera moves around, taking pictures from various angles. Just lying (laying? having lain? Lois Lain?) there was exhausting. I couldn’t relax. They kept telling me to take deep breaths and hold it, then forget to tell me to let it out. You could complain until you’re blue in the face.
We did about an hour of that. Then they let me go to lunch. I could eat or drink anything. Gamma rays don’t mind. I walked past plastic flowers in the hospital lobby and they wilted. Just kidding. Plastic flowers don’t wilt. The real ones on the nurses’ desk did, though.
I was thinking of an old Superman TV episode in which Supe gets super-irradiated stanching a nuclear reactor meltdown (way pre-Chernobyl) and walks around glowing, not with pride.
I came back from lunch and they sent me to the Super Gammavision camera room. A sort of re-volving drum of cameras orbited me as I lay (lied? laid? leered? shall have laided?) there stiffly, fearing to blink an eye.
One operator set me up with arm supports, which the Gammavision chief took away. I was all set to take a nap before he did that. I didn’t complain. After all, the government was paying.
When it was all over, I walked out of the hospital in a sort of a glow. Of metastable nuclear iso-mer (what’s that? look it up, already), that is.
I never metastable I didn’t want to clean up. Call me “Herk.”
It’s been over six hours since I was shot up. With a gamma-producing halflife of six hours, I am no longer shooting high-energy electromagnetic wavicles.
In your senior years you have to keep radioactive. It helps.
But seriously, folks….

The Secret of the Library

I am fairly sure my first sight of printed SF was a pulp magazine (it may well have been a comic) left by my cousin John DeLacio on the dining room table at Aunt Kay’s house. I may have mentioned this before. It could have a Ray Palmer Amazing, and it could been an EC Comic. I do remember pictures, but in my memory they are black and white, which argues for their pulp origin. At any rate, the illo depicted vampiric aliens debarking from their flying saucer. Though probably only a line drawing, the picture scared the bejeezus out of me. The first clear memory I have of beholding a piece of written science fiction and/or fantasy clearly in the genre (setting aside kiddy books with quasi-SF or fantasy content) was a Winston Science Fiction series novel, Secret of the Martian Moons, by Donald A. Wollheim. I am not sure how old I was when this first light dawned, but I do know where I was, in the school library of Fort Couch Elementary and Junior High School, in the borough of Upper St. Clair, Pennsylvania. It was library period, probably, and I spotted the spine first and noted the Winston SF rocketship logo. Nothing like a rocketship to catch my attention. I picked it off the shelf and looked at it, and was daunted. This is really hard-to-read stuff, I thought. The librarian intervened at this point saying that this particular title was beyond my reading level. Fifth grade!! I wouldn’t be in fifth grade for another million years! I reluctantly reshelved the book. I didn’t even see the wonder of the end paper illo by Alex Schomburg, a montage of giant robots, aliens, and monsters with a mad scientist looming over all. That glorious illo I first beheld much later when I became a voracious reader spelunking the open stacks of the Carnegie library system in Pittsburgh.I don’t remember exactly how many Winston titles—and these today, if published at all, would be Young Adult novels—I got hold of, perhaps only a dozen. I remember titles by Clarke, Chad Oliver, Raymond F. Young, and Poul Anderson, along with Wollheim, when I finally read Martian Moons. Of all that verbiage, I recall only one vivid image, the scenes of the retreating glaciers of the Pleistocene in Chad Oliver’s Mists of Dawn. I remember Clarke’s Islands in the Sky, but no images cling to it. Oliver must have had (I’ve not read him since) an intensely visual prose style, because those damp green meadows, russet boulders and melting white glaciers still live in Technicolor somewhere in my brain. Then again, it might have just been the beautiful dust jacket illustration, again by Schomburg.   (Continued in future post)

Orion/Gollancz Publishes DeChancie in UK

Orion Publishing Group, which includes the famous Victor Gollancz publishing house, is putting out British editions of over a dozen DeChancie titles. Until now, John’s books have had limited circulation in the UK. (Why? We’d like to know. Last we heard, John’s work was “too American” for the British reading public. Remember when Monty Python was “too British for American TV”?) Now that has been rectified. There will be e-book versions as well as paperback.

CLICK HERE TO GO TO ORION PUBLISHING GROUP

JOHN’S FILMS

John DeChancie is today known for his writing, but he started out in other media: TV and film. He worked on many films and produced and directed a few himself. They are not famous films, but they are still in distribution. John says, “I don’t want to tell people to hunt down and watch any of these short films. They are very hard to find. I just want people to be aware that I did a lot of stuff in my long life. When I look back on it myself, I’m astonished at the range of stuff I actually did.”

Here is a link to one film, an adaptation of a Herman Melville short story, “The Lightning Rod Man.” It was meant for schools and libraries, and if any copies of it still exist other than the ones in John’s garage–he can’t find them but knows they’re there somewhere–that is where they would be, in media depositories and libraries all over the world.

We will hunt for clips from this film, but can’t promise anything will turn up. Meanwhile, here is the link to the web site

FULLMOVIES.com.

NEW PAGE — JOHN’S PAINTINGS

"Worlds" (Enamel on canvas)

Click on JOHN’S ART, on the menu above, to see a selection of his paintings. He’s finally taken it up again, and is producing new works. (See “Wolfbane”) You might detect a theme in John’s paintings. Architecture, and nature. Or perhaps architecture in nature, or nature in architecture. John’s father was an architect and builder who brought John in the building trades. Why do you think he wrote eight books about a huge building (Castle Perilous)?  Authors are just barely aware that their work is written in a secret code that guards the deepest recesses of their psyche. Decipher the code, and the darkest secrets are divulged. ‘Course, you gotta have the key.