Anatomy of a Dedication
by R.J. Sullivan
My Uncle Mick, not being a blood relative, was an oddball amongst the Sullivans. He was an avid reader, and he worked for IBM in the early days of computing. He also worked at a used bookstore on the weekends, and personally had a huge library of mysteries, westerns, and other contemporary paperbacks. He kept Mom supplied with stacks of Agatha Christie cozy mysteries, so Uncle Mick was aces in her eyes.
I came down the stairs to see shelf after wooden shelf after wooden shelf of paperbacks, each one lovingly bagged in plastic. He waved a hand at one bookshelf set off to the side. “Here’s my duplicate SF.” With that, he started pulling titles out and handing them to me. H.G. Wells’War of the Worlds, Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers, and three other books. “This is Isaac Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy. It’s pretty famous, you should check it out.” I stared at the odd covers as he added Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451—I’d heard of that, as well as the Martian Chronicles. I walked out with a grocery bag full of books.
Isaac Asimov became my favorite author and I sought to read all of his books. As it happened, the Good Doctor was returning to writing new science fiction after a long hiatus, so I read the last several novels “fresh,” starting with Foundation’s Edge and reading each one until his death in the early 90’s. I read Andre Norton’s Sargasso of Space (which I suspect influenced Gene Roddenberry more than a little), the novelization of 2001: A Space Odyssey, some EE Doc Smith (one of the greats who doesn’t hold up these days—sorry). “The Girl Who Folded Herself” was another amazing discovery (part of a Tor Double paperback (Google it, kids) with Vonda McIntyre, no slouch herself) that led to my finding the classic anthology Her Smoke Rose Up Forever and where I learned more about the sad and fascinating life of Alice Sheldon, who wrote under several pseudonyms, including James Tiptree Jr., and of course, Robert
All of this serves to offer further insight into the dedication of my SF adventure novel Commanding the Red Lotus, which reads as follows:
Dedicated to Lou “Uncle Mick” Blanchard. One day, Uncle Mick told my middleschool-aged self that it was time I moved beyond Star Trek and Star Wars. He sent me home with a bagful of books by H.G. Wells, Andre Norton, Isaac Asimov, and many more. From that day forward, media novels became a small part of a much larger landscape.
Wow. Thank you for reminding me of those favorite series and novels. I still have lots of those books, shared favorites with my husband, still in their old original paperback covers on our shelves.In fact, we still have occasional duplicates from when we combined our libraries.
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About Commanding the Red Lotus: Money Can’t Buy Respect
Sayuri Arai, privileged daughter of a corporate mogul, abandons a promising career to find her own path. She invests in a broken-down asteroid mining ship and steps in as the commander of its crew. Every day presents a new challenge just to keep her ship from falling apart and the bitter crew from killing each other. Can Sayuri unite the feuding factions, or will her rivals turn the entire complement against her?
Commanding the Red Lotus offers a classic sense of wonder for today’s science fiction readers.
Volume one of the Red Lotus Stories, now in softcover for the first time. Commanding the Red Lotus includes the previously released ebook novelettes:
Fate of the Red Lotus
Red Lotus: Innocence Lost
Plus the brand-new novella Mutiny on the Red Lotus
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