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Settling Old Scores

Settling old scores is one of the better tasting bittersweets of old age, but reality can always intrude by an equal and opposite reaction. Dick's Library of America volume is one such. I doubt anyone has made the case for his work, speedwritten as it often was, better than I, but Lethem is writing the intro, and he commands the spotlight now and what can I do but accept my lot as a played-out has-been--waiting for Ursula to reap her reward. I think Dick deserves his moment of glory, not only for what he wrote but for the idol of himself he's given posterity to worship, part of which includes such acts as denouncing me, whom he'd not met, to the FBI. He did: just consult the biography that includes the papers released by the FBI thanks to the Freedom of Information act. The bright side is that all the movies reflect only the worst side of what he wrote. As witness, the next up is The Golden Man. May he rot in hell, and may his royalties corrupt his heirs to the seventh generation.

That said, a word of explanation as to why you'll never see Delany's The American Shore in print while my copyright in "Angouleme" endures. Years ago, when I could not get JOhns Hopkins Press to say yay or nay on the collection of essays, ON SF, they'd been considering for 2 years, I was told that they had not heard from the person they'd sent it to for a scholarly assesment. Nor would he return the ms. tho they'd asked many times. This seemed suspicious. I said that since after all this tsouris I would not let Johns Hopkinds have it any case, might the editor not let me know who it was refused to answer their letters? It was Chip, as I'd suspected. Why? Because he wished to be El Supremo in the SF lit-crit department. I wrote to him demanding my ms, and he wrote back with the smarmiest of explanations. He'd obviously counted on Johns Hopkins to respect his anonymity. Anyone with the money can purchase Chip's letter from James Cummings booksellers. But no one can publish the rights to The American Shore, since it can't be published without copyright permission to include the full text of "Angouleme." Chip once pursued me all about a Boston hotel whining to be understood. I can understand his distress. It's his most ambitious work of criticism. And it will never be reprinted in his lifetime. But maybe some Chinese freebooter might offer it for sale, illegally, on the Internet?
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