Authors | Bud Webster

Bud Webster was 17 when Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, but he'd been reading sf since he was seven. It took a while (41 years, to be exact) but he sold his first story, "Bubba Pritchert and the Space Aliens," to Analog in 1994. Since then, he's been published in a number of paper as well as online magazines, and a few anthologies as well. He is a dedicated bibliophile, and his interest in the history of fantastic literature has driven him to the depths of scholarship: researching and writing several columns dealing with classic stories, books and writers, as well as a book on anthologist extraordinaire Groff Conklin. An award-winning epic poet, he lives in Central Virginia with an understanding Significant Other and three damn cats.
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I never met Phil Klass face-to-face, which (it goes without saying) means I never met his alter ego, William Tenn.
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Wonder—informed, thoughtful, purposeful wonder—is loose on the Earth again.
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It has long been my belief that science fiction is really the hope of the nation.
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Eric Frank Russell (who heartily dislikes writing about himself) was born on January 6, 1905, at Sandhurst, Surrey, England.
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I set out this time around to complain about how doing this was both a pleasure and a pain for me; the former because I enjoy doing it and the latter because I shouldn't have to.
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Column delayed due to illness.
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With this, my first installment of Past Masters for Baen's Universe (the eleventh overall, with the previous ten residing in the Helix SF archives if you're interested), I've reached something of a milestone.
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I wonder how many of us, as we lie luxuriating in our bathtubs, think about the romance and mystery of the loofah?
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