Ray Nelson
5 Quotations from Ray Nelson
| illo n. | 1949 Fellow Anthropoids in Planet Stories Spring 120/2 (letter) That illo is the best in the ish, but sort of nutz. |
| ish n. | 1949 Praise! Praise! Praise! in Planet Stories Fall 104/1 (letter) I am rather busy and have formed the habit of rarely reading a whole ish at a sitting, but buying every ish and looking in the Vizi to find out which stories to read in my unread back numbers. |
| prozine n. | 1949 Praise! Praise! Praise! in Planet Stories Fall 104/2 (letter) We, the rabid fen, are also a good writer’s best press agents with our little fanzines and their free advertising to those people who buy STF mags. Do not underestimate fandom, Mister Hall. His idea that rabid fans are (a) few and (b) monopolizing the Vizi is also false. You may have noticed that those few rabid fans change often. Old fen get tired of writing (but not of reading—such a thing is unheard of) and new fen take their places. The letter I won the prize for was the first I had ever written to a prozine. Ray Ramsay, in the Summer ish, was a regular reader, but that was his first letter. |
| prozine n. | 1972 Introduction to Time Travel for Pedestrians in H. Ellison Again, Dangerous Visions 139 Feuds, the National Fantasy Fan Federation, letters to the prozines, mimeo ink under the fingernails, dreams of the Hugo while high on corflu (which you actually have gotten, at last, old superfan), articles typed straight on stencils, frightful poems and worse fannish imitation pro fiction, costumes at cons and musical beds, hateful monster movies that we just can’t resist, Seventh Fandom, talking philosophy all night in greasy spoons, and that whole wild scene. |
| trufan n. | 1972 Introduction to Time Travel for Pedestrians in H. Ellison Again, Dangerous Visions 139 You and I were there, and George Young and all those other truefans, and we were all underage and we were all (except you, who don’t drink) drinking beer and playing the electric bowling machine, and the manager came around and started asking for I.D. cards, and you had on a suit and tie and a large, literary-looking pipe, and when they came to you, you said, ‘They're all right. I'll vouch for them.’ |