So much for Pfirsich not using his relationship to Rommel; it’s no use playing shy if They Already Know.
There’s no use pointing out internal inconsistencies in my books, because I already know nothing is consistent. My generation is divided between those who read Atlas Shrugged and those who read The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.” AS readers started as moony teens looking for answers to everything. HGG’s know the answer is 42 — but the question is “What’s 6 x 9?”
How much is 6 x 9? That’s right…. reality doesn’t line up.
More fun with authors and their old books:
A bookstore in Seattle had received a badly-bound Desert Peach collection, and sighed, “Here’s $9.00 I won’t get back.” I grabbed it, drew the Peach sighing, “Well, that’s the last time we let Udo help with the binding,” and it was marked up to $35.00.
Outside New York’s Strand bookstore, I found a beat-up copy of a DP collection, and filled the blanks with original art, with the note that for a $1.00, “Look at all the original art you can get — and don’t tell them.” People watching me told me I couldn’t do that to the Strand’s books. I said, “Shut up, I”m the author.” Then I put the book in the shelf and walked off. I adore leaving booby-traps I never see the end of. Always wondered about that one, and if anybody bought it — or if the Strand discovered it ahead of time and put it in the collectibles.
