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- ************** CHEAP TRUTH 11 **************
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- ** SF WRITER EATS OWN FOOT TO SURVIVE! **
-
- Sci-fi writer Russell M. Griffin, after a succession of
- poorly-marketed novels, each from a less successful publisher than the one
- before it, last week devoured his own foot in order to stay alive. Griffin
- was unavailable for comment, but our sources conjectured, "How else is the
- poor b*st*rd supposed to live? Not on the piece-of-sh*t advances these
- people pay!"
-
- What brought Griffin to this end? Inquiring minds want to know.
-
- The seeds are visible in his first novel, THE MAKESHIFT GOD (Dell,
- 1979). Obviously some sort of effete intellectual snob, Griffin packs an
- otherwise well-written and fast-paced space adventure with all sorts of
- literary references and dead languages.
-
- It is in CENTURY'S END (Bantam 1981), however, that Griffin begins to
- blatantly show his true colors. Not only does he mock organized religion,
- flying saucers (!), and politicians, he has a whole sci-fi novel with no time
- machines, space ships, or aliens. What's the point?
-
- THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT (Timescape, 1982) isn't even set in
- the future, for cripe's sake, and not only are there no aliens and no
- spaceships, the origin of the story's Elephant Man is so disgusting we dare
- not print it in a family newsmagazine!
-
- THE TIME SERVERS (Avon, 1985) starts off promisingly enough, set in
- an embassy on an alien planet, a situation we are told resembles the "Retief"
- stories by fellow sci-fi'er Keith Laumer. But in the end Griffin resorts to
- sly accusations about the Vietnam War, and we know no one wants to hear about
- Vietnam any more.
-
- These reasons all seemed sufficient to explain Griffin's lack of
- popularity. Still, because inquiring minds like yours want to know, we
- contacted Prominent Literary Critic SUE DENIM and asked her opinion on
- Griffin's work.
-
- "I think the guy's a genius, but for G*d's sake don't quote me.
- Obviously the guy has f*ck*d up big somewhere to get his stuff buried like
- this. I mean, he should be getting hardcover deals and high five-figure
- advances and every award in the field.
-
- "Take CENTURY'S END. Please. Apparently nobody noticed that this
- was the first really visionary book about the coming millenium. It's going
- to be crazy, and Griffin is the only writer I know of (other than maybe Jim
- Blaylock or Phil Dick -- and Dick wasn't as funny) who is good enough at both
- humor and pathos to really bring the craziness of it to life. In the next 15
- years we're going to see pale imitations of this book make the best seller
- list. You'll see.
-
- "THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT is cripplingly funny, the characters
- are so vivid and so fully realized that you forget you met them in a book,
- Griffin seems a complete expert in every field he even touches on, and the
- moral issues he raises are always complex and important. The book is about
- the news media, but more about taking responsibility for your actions -- the
- Elephant Man being a living symbol of Consequences.
-
- "You almost feel guilty about laughing at THE TIME SERVERS because
- it's so brutal, but when you find out who the Depazians really are, when the
- whole Vietnam parallel starts taking shape, you just want to laugh and cry
- and jump up and down all at the same time.
-
- "But obviously I'm not supposed to talk about this, or somebody else
- would already have been singing Griffin's praises. He's that good. So
- forget I even said anything, okay? And if you print a word of this I'll sue
- your *ss off."
-
- THE TIME SERVERS is still available in a lot of bookstores, but the
- rest of Griffin's books are of course out of print. Sci-fi, as we all know,
- is meant to be cheap, lightweight, and disposable -- rather like a butane
- lighter -- and is not meant to appeal to Prominent Literary Critics.
- Inquiring minds don't need them.
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- CHEAP TRUTH Raymond Chandler Interview
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- It was late March, 1985, two years since our CHEAP TRUTH Lovecraft
- interview (see CT3). Once again we used the unspeakable necromancy of the
- Cross Plains Dairy Queen.
-
- Arriving from 1957, Raymond Chandler appeared in the CHEAP TRUTH
- offices as a small, silver-haired gentleman with a round, dignified face and
- round tortoiseshell glasses. He wore an ivory linen suit, a striped bow-tie,
- exquisite two-tone shoes and long yellow cotton gloves.
-
- RC: (flopping onto couch) I've always been a horizontal thinker. (Frowns
- at television) What the hell is that?
-
- CT: It's MTV.
-
- RC: You have a blabb-off? (Seizes remote control.) I had one of these
- before they were even on the market. (Kills the sound.) Modern Americans.
- Jesus. Clustered around TVs like flies on garbage.
-
- CT: Thanks for coming by, Mr. Chandler.
-
- RC: Call me Ray, I hate snobbery.
-
- CT: Fine, Ray. How about some hot tea?
-
- RC: (irritably) A Ballantine's on the rocks. (sips) No doubt you want to
- know how a fellow like me got into this stinking mess.
-
- CT: Actually, I --
-
- RC: I began as a businessman. Worked for an oil company. That gave me a
- grasp of real life -- not like those lace-pantied fakers for the slicks. And
- I WORKED at my writing. Other pulp writers used buckets of whitewash, I used
- a camel's-hair brush.
-
- CT: How'd you reconcile that with the lousy pay scales of BLACK MASK and
- DIME DETECTIVE magazines?
-
- RC: I wrote film scripts for Tinseltown, too.
-
- CT: And how did that work out?
-
- RC: It was agony! You had no artistic control. Publishers are sick
- kittens compared to the moguls. And the agents! Jesus! (Grimaces.) Take
- my rewrite for THE BLUE DAHLIA. They were shooting from my script as I wrote
- it. Had to write it drunk. The only way I could do it in time. I wrote
- around the clock and had two nurses and a doctor giving me vitamin shots.
-
- CT: Why'd you let them put you through all that, Ray?
-
- RC: A man has to eat! (Shrugs) Besides, there was the gardener, the
- cook... seaside house in La Jolla... eighteen pairs of shoes... It adds up!
-
- CT: Let's talk about your books, Ray. The mainstream is always tough on
- genre writers.
-
- RC: Sure. Till you're a success. Then it's worse. You're halfway through
- a Marlowe story, cracking wise from the corner of your mouth, and along comes
- W. H. Auden and tells you you're writing "serious studies of a criminal
- milieu." Then you freeze up, and it takes two or three gimlets to thaw you
- out again. And there's the mystery hacks, envious pipsqueaks knifing your
- back. Or the goddamn Saturday Review of Literature -- a bunch of
- out-at-elbows professors mewling at everyone who has the brain and guts to
- make a dime!
-
- CT: You were a critic's darling.
-
- RC: In Britain, maybe. The British know good writing. To them I was a
- major American author -- not just a mystery writer. And the British have a
- code of honor. The women make you say "please" five times before you can
- sleep with them.
-
- CT: You don't say....
-
- RC: I love the way they talk. A writer has to know how to listen to
- dialogue, dammit! Nobody listens now -- except to these damn squawkboxes.
- (Stares gloomily at silent video) Look at that twist capering. They put
- whores on television these days? No wonder the West is going to hell.
-
- CT: Uh, yeah. Now, Ray, about your treatment of women --
-
- RC: But a man does his best. I know I did. I took a cheap, shoddy, and
- utterly lost kind of writing, and made it into something that intellectuals
- claw each other about.
-
- CT: Right! There's your real legacy, Ray. The promise that genre writing,
- done from the heart, can break its own limits and really last. There's a
- camaraderie among pop writers. We science fiction writers should --
-
- RC: You\what?\ (laughs wildly) I read that sci-fi crap once! "I cocked
- the timejector in secondary and waded through the bright blue manda grass.
- My breath froze into pink pretzels...." (dabs at tears of laughter) You call
- that \writing?\ Jesus Christ --
-
- (Chandler falls silent and winks out with a crackle of static. God bless the
- remote control!)
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