I have nothing more to say at the moment about Tom Disch or last weekend’s memorial gathering, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t more for you to see.

Here are the remaining pictures I snapped of the photos which were on display.

My favorite may be this one from 1950 of Tom at age 10 with Mr. Potato Head. (more…)

As reported by The Comics Reporter, Mark Evanier, The Rutland Herald, and others, Tom Fagan died on Tuesday at the age of 76. Tom Fagan was a comic-book fan who founded the annual Rutland, Vermont Halloween parade back in 1959, an event which later drew many fans and pros, was featured in both Marvel and DC comics of the ’70s, and even led to an unofficial crossover between the two companies.

I got a chill when I heard the news, because even though I haven’t spoken to Tom in at least a decade, he was the first person to make an impression on me at my first comic-book convention. Which means that my acquaintance with him extends back as far as Phil Seuling’s July 4th weekend Comic-Con in 1970. (more…)

Thanks to The Comics Reporter, I’ve been wandering The Little World of Harvey Kurtzman, a site devoted to the first editor of Mad magazine.

Perhaps I’m weird (scratch that—I know I’m weird), but I found this old Mad magazine letterhead fascinating. If you check out the site, you’ll find other examples.

Which leads to me believe that maybe I’m not the only one intrigued by old stationery. With that in mind, at left is a sheet of Marvel Comics letterhead from the old days when the company was at 635 Madison Avenue, with a detail at right.

I can’t remember what span of years Marvel would have been at that address, because by the time I started working there in the mid-’70s, the company was already down the street at 575 Madison Avenue.

I’ll leave it to someone else who has more free time to dig through old comics and figure out exactly when this letterhead would have been in use.

Meanwhile, treat this artifact responsibly, and don’t go forging any old letters from Marvel staffers!

I had a dream this morning in which I was flying to a football game. And when I say flying, I mean without a plane. I was swooping through the air along city streets, like a superhero, but never more than a couple of dozen feet above the ground. I soon realized that I wasn’t in the air under my own power—the only reason I appeared to be aloft was that I was dangling at the end of a wire attached to a moving crane.

When I got to the stadium, it suddenly came to me that I wasn’t just there to attend a game—I was actually the new owner. And I was the coach as well. I know nothing about football (or any other sport, really; that’s just the way I am), so luckily my pal Gene O’Neill, with whom I attended the Clarion Writing Workshop back in 1979, was there to advise me. Good thing, too, because I desperately needed to pick his brain. For some reason he was dressed quite formally, in a business suit, as if ready for church or a wedding, while I was my usual casual self.

As we spoke, I was sitting at a table and flipping through the sports sections of various newspapers, trying to glean as much information as I could about football, but also trying to figure out the name of the team of which I was now in charge, because I couldn’t seem to access that memory. I woke while doing that, riffling the pages and scanning headlines, just as I realized that the team for which I was now responsible was the Bears.

Check out cartoonist Kevin Cannon’s Blotchmen, which was created as part of this year’s 24-Hour-Comics Day event in Minneapolis.

Fanciful, fun, and worth your time whether or not you’ve ever read Watchmen. It’s far more than just a spoof—it’s one of the more joyful things I’ve read all year.

Symmetry magazine, which is put out by Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory and Stanford Linear Accelerator Center, recently published an essay by William S. Higgins on Jack Williamson’s 1942 short story “Collision Orbit.” That story contained science fiction’s first reference to contraterrene, or as we know it today, antimatter. You can find a manuscript page from that story here.

A sidebar to the main article references my 2003 visit to the Williamson ranch. Included are photos of the shack in which Jack wrote “Collision Orbit.” That’s me at right inside Jack’s shack.

The article has been linked to by many blogs, usually those focused on either science or science fiction. But what I found most interesting were the two links from sites unconcerned with either of those topics.

Here’s a link from Materialicious, which bills itself as “just another shelter blog,” and here’s one from Shedworking, which is “a lifestyle guide for shedworkers.”

Who knew that there was such a thing as shed fandom?

Since I stayed over Saturday night in Manhattan in order to attend the Disch memorial, I had Sunday free in which to wander the city. So as a result of reading a recent post over at boingboing about merry prankster Banksy’s bizarre art installation, I decided to head downtown early yesterday morning to visit the Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill.

Since I tend to get up to no good when unaccompanied in New York, I talked Bob Howe and Eleanor Lang into joining me. We met outside the “store” down on 7th Avenue between West 4th and Bleeker Street in the West Village around 10:00 a.m., just as the workers were preparing to open to the public. Visible in the windows were chicken nuggets being hatched while more mature nuggets fed on BBQ sauce beside them, a rabbit primping before a mirror, and other animatronic oddities. Other playful creations waited inside the faux pet store, including wriggling sausages inside aquariums and the sad, featherless Tweety Bird you see beside me below.

Those who wish to see further photos can check out my set over at flickr. But still photos alone don’t do the place justice. (more…)

According to an interview in yesterday’s New York Times, Rachel Maddow, the host of MSNBC’s The Rachel Maddow Show, turns out to be a comic-book fan.

In the interview, she talks about her worst job, her favorite Republican, her superstitions, and more.

But here’s the only response that really matters:

By her bed: Comic books. I read comics sometimes and graphic novels. I appreciate that genre.

Nice to know, though I would have appreciated some specifics, especially since we’re told that her favorite professional memento is clown shoes and her favorite political memento is a Watergate ashtray.

Can anyone out there make out the titles or recognize the spines of any of the books in the photo at right? If you click through to the original article via the above link, you’ll then be able to see a larger image which might give away more information.

Out with it, Rachel! What comic books or graphic novels do you read?

I’m just back from dinner with Ellen Datlow, Sheila Williams, John Crowley, and Jacob Weisman following the Thomas M. Disch memorial at Alice Turner’s apartment, and finding that I’m much too tired to give any coherent recounting of what transpired today.

But before I drop off, I thought I’d at least share a few pictures, each of which is supposed to be worth 1,000 words anyway, right? Forgive the blurriness, as I didn’t scan these, just snapped them in place from photos which had been brought by Tom’s family.

Here’s Thomas Disch the child …

… Thomas Disch the boy … (more…)

Alice K. Turner graciously hosted a memorial last night for the late Thomas M. Disch so that friends and family could gather to collectively remember him. The night of the 18th had been chosen because that was when the Disch clan, including his younger brothers Jeffrey and Gregory (twins five year’s Tom’s junior) and younger sister Nancy (ten year’s Tom’s junior) could arrange to be there, and I want to thank them and the rest of the family for allowing us in so that we could grieve and celebrate him as a group.

There were many familiar faces from science fiction there, such as Sheila Williams, John Crowley, Chip Delany, Ellen Datlow, Gregory Feeley, Jacob Weisman and others, but there were also people I had previously known only as names, and their presence was evidence that Tom’s work mattered far outside the SF field. (more…)