I learned that I was right and everyone else was wrong when I was nine. Buck Rogers arrived on the scene that year, and it was instant love. I collected the daily strips, and was madness maddened by them. Friends criticized. Friends made fun. I tore up the Buck Rogers strips. For a month I walked through my fourth-grade classes, stunned and empty. One day I burst into tears, wondering what devastation had happened to me. The answer was: Buck Rogers. He was gone, and life simply wasn’t worth living. The next thought was: Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my own life down the middle; they are my enemies.
I went back to collecting Buck Rogers. My life has been happy ever since. For that was the beginning of my writing science fiction. Since then, I never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.
Hi SSD, So happy that you like and can use my book VOLUPTUOUS PANIC! I have a new one coming out next year: HORIZONTAL COLLABORATION: THE EROTIC WORLD OF PARIS, 1920-1946. And now a correction on your Parisian lesbian club pics (from April 14). The top is from Fétiche (1927); the bottom two are from Monocle (1932). [Fat Claude is in all three photographs.] Warmly, Mel Gordon
Wow! Thanks, Mel! Honored to have you drop me a line. Huge fan of your work. You really brought Berlin to life! Super excited about the Paris book. If you do a book tour when Horizontal Collaboration comes out, PLEASE come to Portland and do a reading at Powells. I’d love to have a chance to say thanks for all your work.