Notes and Correspondence Robert M. Philmus, Lisa Swanstrom, Ed Finn, David H. Guston, Anne DeLong, Curt Herrl, Lorna Piatti-Farnell, Sam Hirst, Anna Tahinici, Ed Cueva, Brianna Anderson, and Laken Brooks Charles L. Elkins (1940-2021) It saddens me to report the death, this past December, of Charles Elkins (Chuck to just about everyone but me, including his loving and beloved wife, Mary Jane). Charles was co-editor of SFS during much of my tenure in that capacity, starting in 1982. By then our predecessors had largely or totally dropped out. Dale Mullen, SFS's inspirational source and sine qua non, was the first to leave: health considerations had made it impossible for him to continue the arduous (and literally back-breaking) work of seeing to SFS's actual production (copy editing, printing, record keeping, and mailing inter alia). Dale, of course, returned in 1990-1991 to save SFS from extinction. Darko Suvin subsequently reduced his role, at least seemingly, to that of Contributing Editor while continuing to be a conduit for essays/articles. And Marc Angenot's "leave of absence" proved to be permanent. Dale's departure had dictated moving all of SFS's operations from Terre Haute to Montreal. That posed an intractable problem for Charles's and my co-operation, given the continuous pressure of publishing deadlines. The two of us, though in the same time zone, were 1,500 miles apart. And in 1982, the Apple computer had barely left Steve Jobs's garage, and the Internet wasn't even a figment of someone's imagination (at least so far as I know). We therefore decided, Charles and I, that he would deal mostly with book review(er)s. And he continued to do that, scrupulously, for the next five years (maybe more). My brain still retains film footage, as it were, of my first meeting with Charles. And while there's no date stamp, this must have been in 1980 at the initial Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts, held in the vicinity of Florida International University (where Charles taught for several decades and also put in a stint as a Dean). My brain hasn't retained a sound track of our meeting, but I'm sure that, inter alia, we discovered our shared admiration for Kenneth Burke, whom Charles knew personally. (I found out only a few days ago that the University of Pennsylvania holds their correspondence.) We also must have talked about Southern California, where he spent his early years and where I had gone to grad school. Charles had a rather distinctive voice which I found to be extraordinarily well-suited to conveying his mindset—a voice capable of at once expressing both amusement and (when called for) moral outrage. One instance in particular remains firmly in my memory. In talking with me, telephonically, about his first heart attack (my recollection is that it occurred 25-30 years ago, but Mary Jane says it was closer to 40), he told me that as he was lying on a hospital corridor gurney, a doctor filling a syringe asked: "Do you know how much this anticoagulant costs?" And then, uninvited, answered his own question: "$20,000." That made me furious: not at the price per se (which I subsequently found out was 50 times more than that of the same-purposed, but more efficacious, med. generally used in Europe), but because it hadn't occurred to Dr. Thoughtless to ascertain that his patient had medical insurance [End Page 200] before volunteering the price info. Charles instead found the whole bizarre incident mildly funny. Likewise self-revelatory is his October 2021 response to Art Evans's news re: the republication of one of Charles's early SFS essays. He expressed astonishment that anyone would be interested in his 1976 article on Asimov and would be willing to pay for its reprint. "Wow," he said, "maybe I should frame the check!" Charles didn't leave behind a long (auto)bibliography. Apart from a book on Robert Silverberg, his publications consist mostly of a relatively small number of essays and a larger number of book reviews. But I am not aware of any version of, say...
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