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Paul Malmont

Without You There’s No Future

It’s been a blast guest-blogging here at I’d like to thank you, the readers who put up with me here, whether or not you wind up buying my book (hint… The Astounding, the Amazing, and the Unknown). I’d like to thank all those who commented and re-tweeted and linked on their blogs. (In fact, if it hadn’t been for “Blarg,” I’d never have learned how wrong I was in thinking that there was ever a Nazi threat against the U.S., Britain or France, so there’s that.) And I’d like to thank you for being a fan of science fiction.

My book may be about some of the heroes of the Golden Age—Heinlein, de Camp, Asimov, and yes, old L. Ron Hubbard—but it’s also about the fans who embraced them. The birth of a genre is really a two-sided coin. There are the creators, and there are those who appreciate. The story of those who eagerly awaited each pulp issue from month to month, who founded the clubs, who got together with others to write their own because they couldn’t frickin’ wait a whole month for their fix, is as much a sub-plot as Cleve Cartmill’s reveal of Atomic Bomb secrets pre-Manhattan project. Because I can’t tell the story of science fiction fans without talking about our ancestors, the first fanatics, the ones who gave the glow to the Golden Age.

[We begin with Warren Fitzgerald, in Harlem]

What Was That?

When people ask me how long it took me to write The Astounding, the Amazing, and the Unknown, I tell them over 40 years. I’m kind of not joking. It took years to absorb all the science fiction and fantasy culture I needed to recreate the Golden Age of Sci Fi. Bradbury, Heinlein and Asimov alone took up most of my 14th year. And then there were all the movies, games, and TV shows that just had to be watched as well. Had I known where it was all leading, perhaps I would have read more literary works and watched more French cinema—but not everyone can predict the future as well as Asimov.

Point is, I’ve seen a lot of stuff. Frankly, I’ve probably forgotten more than I remember, and I’m left with some odd memory fragments. Like chips in my teeth I keep poking with my tongue, these missing pieces are irritating. I thought I’d ask you, the Tor readers, if you could help me fill in some of these gaps. Don’t be a wiseguy and send me a link to “Let me f’in Google that for you.” This is how we fans used to do things. And if you have things you can’t quite remember—let’s hear about them.

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Stranger in a Strange Blog

I am not a science fiction writer.

That sounds like a strange introduction to my guest-blogging appearance on, so let me clarify my statement a little. I’m here because I’ve written a novel called The Astounding, the Amazing, and the Unknown.

It’s not science fiction either.

But it is about Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and L. Ron Hubbard.

And what those writers knew about science fiction could fill a book.

Before I get into how I put these guys into a completely true, totally fictional world of Tesla secrets, death rays, invisibility, teleportation, WW2, and, well, the entire German Army, let me tell you why I did it.

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