I learned this morning that Locus publisher Charles N. Brown died last night. After seeing him at Worldcon, I’m not completely surprised, but I am very saddened.
In the late 1980′s, as Kris and I started up Pulphouse Publishing, Charles became a friend and he and I spent many, many wonderful hours talking about publishing, about magazine layout, about cash flow, and a ton of other things we both enjoyed, on more than one occasion drinking and talking until the sun came up. During those years Kris and I spent a number of nights sleeping on his very uncomfortable bed in his basement with his collection, and numbers of times I went down during those years to help in the magazine mailing party so Charlie could teach me some tricks of doing that.
A number of years later, as I moved away from publishing and into writing, Charles and I had a number of arguments over dinners and in his living room about the future of the field. I wanted it to open up, be inclusive of all the new stuff, including games and movies and media, but he wanted none of that, instead feeling that holding the line of the literature genre was more important. With these arguments and my working in media books for a while, which he flat stated he thought was worthless to my face, we drifted apart as friends and that saddened me as well.
He helped me and Kris a great deal in building our careers.
He will be missed. A very sad day for literature.
Travel light, Charles. Keep them in line when you get there.