This is the January 2016 issue. I was somewhat looking forward to taking a little bow for reaching my 20th anniversary on the NYRSF staff, but then January happened.
The body blow was David Hartwell dying suddenly. On January 19, David was performing a completely routine task—carrying a barristers bookshelf down a flight of stairs in one of the two buildings he shared in Westport, New York, with Kathryn Cramer and his family. He owned a lot of bookcases; those many lovely barristers shelves were a visual highlight of the living room at Stately Hartwell Manor in Pleasantville for decades.
He fell, and a blood vessel burst in his brain; the order is unknowable and doesn’t matter. He never regained consciousness, was never going to regain consciousness, and then he was gone.
The kindness and knowledge David carried around cannot be replaced.
A short editorial this time. The issue is a few days behind schedule (once again), even though (once again) I had a plan to get everything fixed and out the door by December 31. Instead, a swirling vortex of entropy descended on the house, bringing with it repeated plumbers’ visits, multiple car repairs, and treatment for an elderly pet in failing health. (Rats are wonderful pets, bright and soft and loving, but their lifespans are bitterly, comically short.)
Work has been heavy the last few weeks, which made the Thanksgiving break more necessary, more relaxation-centered, and hence a bit less NYRSFtastic than it might otherwise have been, which once again means we’re behind schedule. And the vicissitudes of the full-fledged Holiday Season mean that the December issue will also be a few days late; sorry about that.
If all has gone well, this issue should be up at Weightless and online before the World Fantasy Convention. NYRSF will be well-represented at WFC—David Hartwell, of course, but also me, Arthur Hlavaty, Bernadette Bosky, Alex Donald, Jen Gunnels, and of course Weightless Books’s Gavin Grant and Kelly Link will all be there, along with many past, present, and future NYRSF contributors and staff. See you there, I hope!
Welcome to our twenty-eighth year. We’re behind schedule again (helped in no small part by a leaking water heater and other household mishaps). I have some hope that the October issue will be closer to on-time, though it will be tough to hit it exactly; however, the November issue should get us back on track even with the World Fantasy Convention at the beginning of the month, because the Thanksgiving weekend will give me uninterrupted time to work on the magazine. Here’s hoping.