Today, November 25, is the 99th birthday of Poul Anderson (1926-2001). Anderson was once a major name in both science fiction and fantasy. Today, he is out of print and rapidly fading into obscurity.
He’s one of my favorites. I’ve not read anywhere near all of his works. There are a number I’ve not read.
I’ve not had time to read anything of his for this post. I try to do that for birthday posts, but I’m wrapping up a rough semester.
So I want to ramble or rant or ruminate, not sure which it will be, on something that’s been on my mind off and on for the last few months.
And that’s publishing and how one author is remembered and others are forgotten. This is not soemthing that is limited to the literature of the fantastic. Continue reading





