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From time to time, folks ask me for an up-to-date listof my books.
Here is the latest. See my books in print at Phoenix Pick (through
Amazon.com and B&N.com), BigHeadPress.com, JPFO.org,
Baen Books, and Mountain Media. Many are also available in e-book
formats such as Kindle and Nook.

In original order of publication, then …

THE PROBABILITY BROACH (Del Rey, Dec. 1979 — Tor Books, Dec. 2001)

In a deadly conflict with murderous federal agents, Denver
homicide detective Win Bear is accidentally blown “sideways” in time,
into the North American Confederacy, where the Whiskey Rebellion
succeeded in 1794, and government has grown less powerful ever since.

L. Neil Smith’s first book, originally published by Del Rey Books
(Random House), 1980, and Tor Books, 1996. 1980/81. Prometheus Award
winner, widely considered “the” definitive libertarian novel.

Reissued by Tor Books, December, 2001 in trade format.

THE VENUS BELT (Del Rey, 1980 — Phoenix Pick, 2009)

How does a totally ethical culture conquer its “final frontier”?
A mysterious series of disappearances leads gumshoe Win Bear, assisted
by Koko Featherstone-Haugh (a young female gorilla) and Lucy Kropotkin
(a disgruntled murder victim temporarily housed in a robot body) to
the asteroids, a super-villain with an all-too-familiar face, and a
conspiracy stretching across whole universes.


On an alien world whose furry, nine-legged, crablike inhabitants,
the _lamviin_, are just entering their own “Age of Invention”, a royal
“fireman” must create the art of criminal detection from scratch, in
order to solve the murder of his favorite teacher.

THE NAGASAKI VECTOR (Del Rey Books, 1983)

Is a culture with an absolute regard for individual rights really
helpless against those who would destroy it? Professional time
traveler Bernie Gruenblum hires detective Win Bear to track down the
stolen flying saucer … who loves him.

Available from CD-Baby as an audiobook read by radio talk show
host Brian M. Wilson

(Del Rey Books, 1983)
(Del Rey Books, 1983)
(Del Rey Books, 1983)

Youthful adventures of Star Wars’ famous gambler before Han Solo
won the Millenium Falcon from him. Re-released in omnibus edition,

TOM PAINE MARU (Del Rey, 1984 — Phoenix Pick, 2009)

The North American Confederacy reaches the stars at last, its
Prime Directive: search out governments wherever they are found to
exist — and destroy them!

The Phoenix Pick edition contains a discussion — cut from Del Rey
version — of the origin of the authoritarian personality.


Detective Win Bear travels back in time to 1794 to save Albert
Gallatin, founder of the North American Confederacy, from assassins.
First appearance in print of the author’s “Covenant of Unanimous

THE WARDOVE (Berkley-Ace, 1986)

Earth was destroyed in 2023 and only Lunar colonists survived.
Nine hundred years later, in a star-spanning “nation” without
conscription or taxation, Captain Nathaniel Blackburn of Coordinated
Arm Intelligence must find out who’s killing rock musicians (loosely
based on Fleetwood Mac and The Police) raising money for the War
Against the murderous Clusterian Powers. A story of unrequited love.
Includes lyrics to a dozen songs written by the author. Beware of
unauthorized trade paperback editions.

THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE (Tor, 1986 — Phoenix Pick, 2009)

Muslims rule the world in this adventure of a sword-slinging
inventor and gunsmith in an alternate universe where the Black Plague
killed 999 out of 1000, and technology — especially firearms — took
the blame.


On Majesty, a planet covered from pole-to-pole, with jungle six
miles deep, Win Bear’s great-grandson MacDougall battles to prevent a
terrible crime and recover a lost inheritance. Set in the universe of
_Tom Paine Maru_.


The first of six projected sequels to Brightsuit MacBear: testing
a marvelous “subfoline” craft, young Elsie Nahuatl (last seen in _Tom
Paine Maru_) becomes lost amidst the bizarre collectivist cultures
which lurk beneath the planet Majesty’s “Sea of Leaves” with her
adopted father — a cybernetically-enhanced coyote.

HENRY MARTYN (Tor Books, 1989)

A thousand years from now, in the depths of interstellar space,
there will be sailing ships — and pirates! Vast empires clash as
young Arran Islay fights for freedom, and to regain a legacy brutally
stripped from his family by the “Black Usurper”.

PALLAS (Tor Books, 1991 — Phoenix Pick, 2010)

In the persons of Gibson Altman, exiled liberal United States
Senator, and Emerson Ngu,a young Vietnamese/Cambodian immigrant boy
who aspires to manufacture firearms, socialist “East America” and
frontier entrepreneurs of the West American “Jackelope Republic” under
the notorious “Stein Covevnant” of self-government struggle for
control of a whole new world, the second largest of the asteroids.
Lots of action, romance, RKBA polemics, plus metallic silhouette

Winner of the 1994 Prometheus Award.

BRETTA MARTYN (Tor Books, 1996)

Fifteen years after her father Arran’s adventures (_Henry Martyn_)
Robretta Islay sails to the stars to expose the source of Oplyte
slavery and stamp it out. Along the way she travels across half a
galaxy, faces hideous perils, suffers grievously, meets many wild and
wonderful characters, and eventually rediscovers the homeworld of the
human race. (Also a sequel to _The WarDove_.)

THE MITZVAH (with Aaron Zelman, Mazel Freedom Press, 1999).

A Roman Catholic monsignor from Chicago discovers that he’s
actually a Jewish Holocaust orphan and must decide, not only between
the faith he was brought up in and the faith he was born to, but
between his liberal pacifist beliefs and those of his real family,
many of whom joined the Resistance and fought and killed Nazis.

Winner of Free-Market.net’s Freedom Book of the Month Award for
July, 1999. Co-author, the late Aaron Zelman, was the founder and
executive director of JPFO: Jews for the Preservation of Firearms

FORGE OF THE ELDERS (Baen Books, 2000)

When most nations rejected Marxism in the 1990s, the Berlin Wall
fell, and the Soviet Empire collapsed, the United States embraced
Marxism wholeheartedly and dragged the whole world back down into the
pit of collectivism. Now the American Soviet Socialist Republic claims
the asteroid 5023 Eris, but somebody (or something) is already there!
The Elders are from Earth … sort of. They aren’t human. But they’re
individualists — and capitalists!

Winner of Free-Market.net’s Freedom Book of the Month Award for
May 2000, Freedom Book of the Year Award 2000, and the 2001 Prometheus
Award. Originally published in 1990 as CONTACT AND COMMUNE and
CONVERSE AND CONFLICT by Warner Books, who unilaterally cancelled the
third volume, CONCERT AND COSMOS) Now issued as the single epic work
it was always meant to be.

HOPE (W/Aaron Zelman, Mazel Freedom Press, 2001 — Phoenix Pick, 2009)

A story filled with political struggle, attempted assassination,
adventure, and romance: Vietnam War veteran, retired billionaire, and
history professor Alexander Hope, “accidentally” elected President of
the United States in 2008, begins to enforce the Bill of Rights as if
it were the highest law of the land that it is.

A loose sequel to _The Mitzvah_, with Aaron Zelman. Winner of
Free-Market.net’s Freedom Book of the Month Award for August, 2001.

THE AMERICAN ZONE (Tor Books, November, 2001)

Terrorists try to force a government to form in the North American
Confederacy. Detective Win Bear (hero of _The Probability Broach_, et
al.), his wife Clarissa, and his friends Lucy Kropotkin and Will
Sanders stalk the badguys through a self-isolated community of fresh
(and frightened) immigrants to the first free country they’ve ever

LEVER ACTION (Mountain Media, 2001)

Non-Fiction. Twenty years of speeches, articles, and internet
columns from the author of _The Probability Broach_, _Forge of the
Elders_, _Pallas_, and (with Aaron Zelman) _The Mitzvah_ and _Hope_.
Published just before the attacks of September 11, 2001.

Winner of Free-Market.net’s Freedom Book of the Month Award for
May 2001.

(BigHeadPress.com, 2004)

L. Neil Smith’s first book, adapted as a 180-page, full color
graphic novel, visually realized by Scott Bieser, late summer, 2004.
Also a Prometheus Award-winning webcomic available at
www.BigHeadPress.com or Amazon.com

ROSWELL, TEXAS (BigHeadPress.com., 2008)

In 1947, in an alternate version of the Lone Star Republic that
was never a part of the United States (and where Richard Wagner and
Scott Joplin teamed up in the east Texas city of New Orleans to write
the epic opera, _Die Alamo_) an unlikely trio of Texas Rangers races
against time and foreign enemies to claim the wreckage of an unknown
spacecraft near the west Texas town of Roswell. Co-written by Rex
“Baloo” May. Brilliantly illustrated by Scott Bieser, et al.

See the webcomic at www.BigHeadPress.com
Buy the graphic novel at Amazon.com

TIMEPEEPER (BigHeadPress.com, 2009)

“In the years of the Great Moratorium”, when new legislation os
forbidden, and old laws can only be repealed, three teenagers in the
late 21st century steal a small, remote-controlled time machine, lose
it in the past, and must retrieve it before they’re caught. Fancifully
illustrated by Sherard Jackson.

Now a webcomic at www.BigHeadPress.com, and a graphic novel at

CERES (Phoenix Pick, December, 2010)

Half a century after the events recounted in _Pallas_, the
grandchildren of Emerson Ngu face their own challenges, terraforming
the largest of the asteroids, protecting the solar system’s Settled
Worlds from “extinction level events” (like the one that killed the
dinosaurs), and simply living their own lives in the early 22nd
century. While her asteroid-mining brother fights space pirates, Llyra
Ngu, a young athlete born on Pallas, struggles grimly to perform in
the higher gravity of Ceres, Earth’s moon, Mars, and Earth itself.

Nominated for the Prometheus Award

PHOEBUS KRUMM (BigHeadPress.com, 2010)

A beautiful Empress calls an old space pirate out of retirement to
hunt down and destroy a massive enemy super-ship that threatens the
civilized galaxy. (A web-comic and graphic novel, part of the _Henry
Martyn_ cycle)

SWEETER THAN WINE (Phoenix Pick, July 2011)

A young American soldier, bitten in World War II France by a
beautiful, seductive Rumanian Resistance pilot — who happens to be a
vampire — now works as a private detective near Denver, and tries to
live an ethical life. He wonders what became of his lost love, and
eventually confronts a vampire so old that it first fed on Neanderthal

DOWN WITH POWER (Phoenix Pick, 2012)

Non-Fiction. A comprehensive guidebook of libertarian policy
positions, rather than theory, written by a 50-year veteran of the



P’Nan moral debt assessor Eichra Oren and his trusty sidekick Sam
(an enhanced Samoyed dog) are hired to investigate industrial sabotage
on an alternate Earth ruled by giant molluscs, and stumble across a
hideous murder — and an alien invasion! (AQ new part of the _Forge of
the Elders_ cycle)


The seventh unsuccessful expedition of would-be Martian colonists,
stranded and abandoned on the Red Planet by the government of East
America and the United Nations, are saved by William and Brody, the
sons of Emerson Ngu, who show them a new way to terraform a planet in
the face of violent opposition from Earth. Principally features Llyra
Ngu’s grandmother, Julie Segovia, as a young East American Marine
lieutenant, sent to Mars to punish recalcitrant colonists. (Fits
between _Pallas_ and _Ceres_.)

SMARTBAIT (With Rex “Baloo” May)

Centuries after the human race has become extinct, a species of
intelligent crickets are building their own civilization on the ruins
of ours, and mounting an expedition to discover why the Gods (that’s
us) created them, and where we disappeared to, afterward.


The asteroid survey vessel _Rosalie Frazier_ discovers evidence of
a horrifying crime committed by the government of East America almost
a century ago, and an old, sick man without hope rediscovers his
youth, adventure, and the love of the most beautiful girl in the Solar
System. (Follows and is contemporary with _Ceres_.)


A grown-up Llyra Ngu Trask travels with her husband and children
to Rosalie, the beautiful extrasolar planet discovered by her great
grandfather Emerson during the _Fifth Force_ expedition and named for
her great grandmother. Adventures and a new life on a pristine world
in something resembling the Pleistocene Era. Concludes the Ngu Family


Comedy movie treatment about California, the movies, and sweet
surrender in the War on Drugs.


1. Mike Blessing - May 17, 2012

Neil, you should get an Amazon Seller account – that way, you not only get royalties from the publisher, but a commission from Amazon, as well. Barnes & Noble appears to have a similar system.

2. R. A. Russell - May 18, 2012

I will wait, somewhat impatiently, for your forth-coming novels. Keep on writing, Neil!

3. Rich Bartucci - May 19, 2012

What, no pornography?

4. Rich Bartucci - May 21, 2012

“…those blue people from Avatar so very popular in online porn.”

So, like, still no pornography?

5. Neale Osborn - May 21, 2012

Emerson Ngu gets laid a lot, Win Bear and Clarissa screw like bunnies, Bernie and his spaceship are e-lovers. Neil has porn, it’s just tasteful porn!!

6. Rich Bartucci - May 22, 2012

“…it’s just tasteful porn!!”

Nonsense. If it’s tasteful, it’s “litt’rachur” (New York Times best-seller list crapola suitable for a Modern Language Association monograph and inclusion in a leftie-luser high school teacher’s summer reading assignment), not gen-yew-ine pornography with all kindsa gratuitous sex and a plotline structured by way of the Kama Sutra, Viagra commercials, and a leather goods marketing convention.

What, nothing involving sapient space squid crewing a flying saucer, come to our solar system to do stuff out of Japanese “tentacle sex” manga? Nothing at Earth-Luna Lagrange Point Five involving “solar power and zero-gee sex”? Nothing even remotely to be construed as “risathra” with vaguely anthropomorphic critters derived from badgers or ocelots?

Sheesh! Is that asking so doggone much?

7. Neale Osborn - May 22, 2012

Ok, Richard. I’ll try to convince Nil that Mr Thoggosh needs to tentacle-fuck a large-breasted woman in the “Sword of P’naa” while wearing a leather thong.

8. Dana Majewski - May 22, 2012

I don’t see the sequel to “Sweeter Than Wine” in the “In The Works” list.

9. Rich Bartucci - May 22, 2012

“I don’t see the sequel to *Sweeter Than Wine* in the ‘In The Works’ list.”

Wait until NaNoWriMo.

10. Ward Griffiths - May 25, 2012

Neale, is it Mister Thoggosh or the large-breasted woman who’s supposed to wear the leather thong? If she’s wearing it, it’s in the way of the tentacle-fuck, if he’s wearing it, well, from what I know of nautilus anatomy (a kid who collects seashells winds up studying a lot of weird shit especially when the collection has a couple of nautilus shells) I can’t think of any comfortable way for him to wear one and he never gave the impression of being a sub.

11. Rich Bartucci - May 26, 2012

“…is it Mister Thoggosh or the large-breasted woman who’s supposed to wear the leather thong? … I can’t think of any comfortable way for him to wear one and he never gave the impression of being a sub.”

Inasmuch as he must remain underwater, isn’t Mr. Thoggosh kinda automatically a submarine participant in such risathra?

Insofar as I understand the conventions of “tentacle sex” in Japanese (and derivative western) pornographic representative art, the recipients and the tentacles are to be depicted but *not* the body of the tentacled active participant.

For this reason, we would not expect to see Mr. Thoggosh wearing “the leather thong” even were his anatomy and paraphilias to incline him to such accessorization.

And this is a good thing, as it is my understanding that leather goods don’t stand up well to long immersion in salt water.

NOTE: Anent “…a kid who collects seashells winds up studying a lot of weird shit…,” I am given now disturbingly to consider a preadolescent of Mr. Thoggosh’s species aggregating the skeletal remains of land-dwelling creatures, and displaying with pride the peculiarities of unique and exotic human residua.

“Looka this one, guys! See the gnarly lumps and bumps? That’s neurofibromatosis! Y’know, like in that movie *The Elephant Man*? And this one’s what you see when the specimen had major-league rheumatoid arthritis!”

12. Neale Osborn - May 26, 2012

Ward- First, my condolences re Lisa. I almost hesitate to continue, but I must.
The large breasted woman of course wears the leather thong. Apparently, I don’t cruise enough internet porn sites. Tantacle sex etiquette being discussed is just a wee bit weird. I thought I was making up a phrase when I said that! I just hunted (very little, it’s called “hentai”) and found tentacle sex. Not my thing, don’tcha know!

13. Rich Bartucci - May 26, 2012

“Apparently, I don’t cruise enough internet porn sites. Tantacle sex etiquette being discussed is just a wee bit weird. I thought I was making up a phrase when I said that! I just hunted (very little, it’s called “hentai”) and found tentacle sex. Not my thing, don’tcha know!”

Tsk. It’s W-A-A-AY beyond merely “weird,” and right up there into the levels of perversion involving dental drills armed with feathers, mentholated muscle rub, and Woolite.

All modern forms appear to derive from a legitimate ukiyo-e (woodblock) print called “The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife,” an erotic bit of work produced by the famous Japanese artist Hokusai in a three-volume collection of shunga porn prints originally published in 1814.

Not surprisingly, it appears to be THE most popular bit of work ever uttered by Hokusai, depicting a toothsome female pearl diver getting sexually tentacle’d by a pair of octopuses, including copious comic-book style dialogue in a sort of squddly-diddly Japanese version of “whip me, beat me, make me serve tartar sauce!”

It’s a *classic* work of fine art, each original print worth a buncha ton of moolah.

And it’s not your “thing,” is it? Ah, well. Some folks just don’t like seafood….

“Go, get the butter.”

14. Neale Osborn - May 28, 2012

Generally speaking, Rich, I eat seafood, not fuck it. Unless my wife chooses to dress as a mermaid, of course! Then I do both.

15. Rich Bartucci - May 28, 2012

Ooh. Then I suppose it’s “Go, get the [melted] butter.”

16. Neale Osborn - May 28, 2012


17. ward griffiths - May 28, 2012

Have I mentioned lately that some of you kids are a bit strange?

That’s not a bad thing. Ad an immigrant from Los Angeles in Laconia New Hampshire doring my teens I was considered “some strange” by a lot of folks. (The term is not related to the concept of “getting some strange” in erotic literature — the only place I can recall the term as used about me would be in Richard Hooker’s first sequel to M*A*S*H).

I’m kinda proud of living up to the appellation “some strange”.

18. al perez - May 30, 2012

Best use of “Get the melted butter” (Actually, “bring up the hot drawn butter”) was when MST3K (‘member them?) was poking fun at the Oscars for 1996-97 and suggested that Starship troopers should get the Award. After showing the scene where the Bugs get bombed one of the puppet yells out “Bring on the …”

A. The movie adaptation of ST was pretty awful if you’ve read the book.
B. It was still better than what actually won.
C. God(s,ess, esses) forfend that any of El Neil’s stuff get screwed up this way if it is ever made into a movie, miniseries, series, or whatever.

19. Rich Bartucci - June 1, 2012

“Have I mentioned lately that some of you kids are a bit strange?”

And then Mr. Griffiths goes on to invoke his memories of the M*A*S*H novels written buy chest surgeon H. Richard Hornberger under the pseudonym “Richard Hooker,” a Maine man who correctly expressed the dialectical peculiarities of the Downeasters in his characters, beginning with “Hawkeye” Pierce.

(Having read the first novel long before the movie came out in 1970, and then seeing Alan Alda portray Hawkeye as a neurotic New York City Jew rather than a phlegmatic Penobscot-type Presbyterian, I sat through most of the TV series with gorge arisen, and still don’t much enjoy suffering the perversion of Hornberger’s deft craziness. I’m comforted only by the fact that said chest cutter made a buncha money off it.)

The fact is, Mr. Griffiths, that I’m simply merrily conscious of all the “some strange” qualities of the human animal in its rich spread of variation, and open to aspects thereof which would cause the editorial staff of *Hustler* to fend off frantically with boathooks and oars.

Or as the line from *1776* goes (in the character of Rhode Island’s delegate, Stephen Hopkins):

“Well, in all my years I ain’t never heard, seen nor smelled an issue that was so dangerous it couldn’t be _talked_ about. Hell, yeah! I’m for debating anything.”

Of course, that was a time when the declaration of independence was considered “some strange.”

20. ward griffiths - June 1, 2012

Takes me about ten minutes of conversation to reacquire the accent I picked up those few years in Laconia. Or less — when I chat with a customer from Weare who’s been in Florida for 30 years, it seems we both revert in less than five.

Otherwise, after 20 years in Jersey, folks calling on the phone mistake me for my boss who was born in the Bronx but has been in Hudson or Bergen counties since his dad founded the predecessor of the business here in Kearny about the time he started public school which was a couple of years I was born.

Twenty years. I moved in with Lisa (in East Orange) in Feb 92. November ’92 on her deathbed Lisa’s mother claimed I was the first boyfriend who was worth a shit and made me promise to take care of her. Did the best I could.

21. Rich Bartucci - June 1, 2012

Mr. Griffiths, make that “…after 20 years in [NORTH] Jersey” – where the accent is the non-rhotic noise of Noo Yawkuhs.

Goddam Mets fans.

Down here in SOUTH Jersey, either you hear the authentic native “Piney” intonations which are identical with those of Baltimore, southern Delaware, and Maryland’s eastern shore (by way of commercial and cultural waterman traffic dating from the centuries prior to the American Revolution), or people’s voices are indistinguishable from those prevailing across the river in Philadelphia.

Which is, by the way, the “standard American” accent, richly rhotic and long considered the most acceptable “announcer voice” on television and radio.

22. al perez - June 2, 2012

Southern US and Texican much nicer. Nothing more devastating to
to male hormone balance than East or Southeast Asian ancestry gal with a southern accent.

23. al perez - June 2, 2012

Not to say there aren’t a lot of things as devastating, but they
involve true love (not simply lust) and skimpy attire.

24. ward griffiths - June 3, 2012

You’re right RB. And don’t call me a fan of the New York Metrosexuals, Or the Yankees . I got no use for team sports, rather watch the three sports called fencing or womens’ gymnastics, pure individual skill even they’re called “teams”.

And for decades the announcer accent has been the neutral thing I grew up with in Los Angeles. Boring as fuck.

25. R.D. Bartucci - June 3, 2012

“And for decades the announcer accent has been the neutral thing I grew up with in Los Angeles. Boring as fuck.”

When Steve Sabol set up NFL Films n 1962 – in Mt. Laurel, SOUTH Jersey – the guy was at a local tavern while some of his company’s films were being played over the TV system, and there he overheard John Facenda, the anchorman for the local (Philadelphia) CBS television affiliate, who’d dropped by for a ber. In his sonorous and instantly recognizable voice, Facenda praised the abstract beauty of the presentation’s camera work and editing. He was really impressed.

Sabol went over to Facenda, identified himself, and offered John the chief narrator job right then, right there, and he continued in that role until his death in 1984.

Arguably, John Facenda was the most thoroughly identifiable “Philadelphia” broadcaster’s voice for decades.

He got other gigs in documentaries and stuff. When I was doing my fourth-year rural clinic rotation (three straight months assigned to a dinky clinic or hospital in flyover country, as my midwestern medical college had a longstanding commitment to train family doctors to practice in such communities all over the plains states and in the Ozarks), I was out on the bend of the Arkansas River not more than four or five hours’ drive from Dodge City, and figured – what the hell – I might as well go see the place on one of those rare days I didn’t have to cover the Emergency Room.

Dodge City was, after all, the nearest town with anything resembling a shopping mall. The alternative was maybe six hours in the other direction, the BIG town of Wichita.

Okay, the old part of Dodge City was set up as a penny-ante tourist attraction, including one wood frame clapboard building in which they ran a 16mm movie (a la today’s History Channel chunder) that introduced the tourist to the story of Dodge as a cattle town, wild and wooly, whoop-te-do.

The narrator was John “WCAU-TV Channel 10″ Facenda.

Goddam. I left that stupid little twenty-two-seat auditorium absolutely *desperate* for a cheese steak, a pony of Rolling Rock, and a soggy soft pretzel.

26. al perez - June 4, 2012

The neutral LA accent was in fact devloped from deliberate emulation of Central US. It followed the mildly British accent
that dominated early talkies and hational radio (local shows have always reflectede regional accents.

27. Ward Griffiths - June 4, 2012

Al, it wasn’t all deliberate. My dad was born in Springfield IL, I was born at the hospital it Fort MacArthur in San Pedro.

Growing up in L.A., we had neighbors with hispanic surnames whose ancestors had been in California longer than Dad’s had been in the States (1850s from Wales). But some of Mom’s ancestors arrived on the second boat to Massachusetts. Of course, those neighbors trumped her background, since some of their ancestors prior to getting hispanic surnames got to the western hemisphere on foot.

28. al perez - June 4, 2012

Yes, there is that bunch that bunch that came by it honestly. It has the advantage of being understandable by all English speakers. BTW, is it just me or did John Wayne have a mostly Central US with
a hint of Chicano Exactly like you’d expect from Early Thirties LA?
Reason I ask is because my Uncle Polo moved to LA and his accent
sounded like a Chicano picking up Central US and he had the same beat, if not quite the same enunciation, as the Duke.

29. R.D. Bartucci - July 1, 2012

Okay, this post has been up on the blog for over six weeks now.

And still no pornography.

Jeez, even Barry Malzberg wrote pornography (under a buncha different names, none of it mentioned on his oh-so-decorous Wiki-bloody-pedia page).

Feh. I’m disappointed.

30. Neale Osborn - July 4, 2012

He took her cover and gently eased it down over the swell of her breast. He traced his way down from the base of her neck, tongue licking gently all the way. Down, across the swell of each breast. To her thigh, then he worked his way down her leg. Ahhhh, he found the right spot. And he takes a huge bite, and says “Honey! This chicken is excellent!!”

“SMACK!! Did you HAVE to lick the WHOLE FUCKING BIRD FIRST?!?!?”

31. R.D. Bartucci - July 5, 2012

Egad. Don’t you know that chicken is illegal?

Oh, you mean THAT kind of chicken.

Never mind….

(No cracks, please, about how I shouldn’t squawk.)

32. A. S. Marques - August 15, 2012

I was just passing by and didn’t know about Ceres. Thanks for the news! I’m going to get it now, of course. I’m a Smith collector since the first edition of the Broach and here are my three wishes: I wish…

1) … there was a printed color version of “Roswel, Texas.”
2) … there were more sequels directly tied in to the Broach world.
2) … there were more “lamviin” stories/novels.

33. Neale OSborn - August 19, 2012

MY three wishes.
1) the Broach was real.
2) I could get hold of one
3) It worked as advertised, and my family and I escaped from the US and into the NAC.