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MICHAEL SWANWICK

THE MADNESS OF GORDON VAN GELDER

In college, the members of my dining hall were challenged each year to work
one
particular sentence into all their senior theses. During my senior year, the
sentence was a line from the film Robocop: "I'll buy that for a dollar!"

Really, that's all I had in mind at Philcon when l pulled some change out of
my
pocket...

THE ORIGINS OF MADNESS are a mystery. The progress of madness as a disease,
however, can often be precisely documented.

For Gordon Van Gelder, it all began at a room party in the SFWA suite at
Philcon. He was listening to Michael Swanwick spout off about his uncanny
facility with short-short stories. Michael, it seems, had bragged to Nancy
Kress
about the exact same thing and then, in the face of her disbelief, written a
short-short about her while waiting in the bar to go to dinner with Nancy and
her husband, Charles Sheffield. The punch line to this not terribly involving
story was that Nancy had immediately cried, "Oh my God, promise you won't sell
this story to Gardner!"

At which point Gordon had whipped out fifty cents and said, "I'll buy it."

There were no immediate repercussions from this incident. Swanwick had taken
it
for the joke it was meant to be, and laughed. But afterwards...

Afterwards, thinking it over, Gordon realized that he had felt an illicit
thrill
from the incident. It was morally wrong for an editor to buy something sight
unseen. It was wicked. It was perverse. And therefore, necessarily, it was
exciting.

A week later, a story from Jim Kelly arrived in the mail. Gordon knew it would
be good. Jim sweated his guts out over his fiction. He wouldn't have sent it
in,
if it weren't worth publishing. Reading the thing was only a formality, after
all. And if he did read it, wouldn't that be needlessly depriving himself of a
very special thrill?

It would.

"Buy this," Gordon told his assistant, and leaned back in his chair, eyes half
closed, breathing shallowly.