Teh intrawebs, or at least that part inhabited by writers, have been getting excitable over this LiveJournal post. It is a spectacularly bad piece of prose, but the first thing that sprang to mind when I read it was, “that’s Fanthorpe!”
So I Googled Ron Miller and found that he’s actually a very successful artist. He even won a Hugo (at ConJosé, no less) for a book about Chesley Bonestell. He has also written a number of novels, but his art credits include a cover or two for Fanthorpe novels. I sense a connection. Either the great RLF did some ghost writing here, or Mr. Miller was inspired by the magnificent awfulness that is March of the Robots.
As mysterious as anything in the great mysterious universe, unless of course you know that Fanthorpe was getting paid by the word and working to ludicrous deadlines.
THAT’S A PUBLISHED BOOK?
Oh dear me yes.
One of my friends drew amusing and apt comparisons between it and the Song of Songs, specifically calling it a drugged out draft. And when she did that, I said “I thought it sounded familiar!”
http://blogofstench.livejournal.com/391289.html
Right.
This darn day job keeps getting in the way.
Speaking of which….
The New York publishing establishment has, sadly, ceased to recognize Mr. Miller’s genius, but thanks to the POD revolution his works (including the full-color Encyclopaedia Bronwyniana — the Authorized Edition, no less!) are still available through Lulu.