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Discord: Edited and published by Redd Boggs
Number 13, July 1961

A Stir of Hugo.

This day my co-editor Marion {Zimmer-Bradley} called me a reteh. I wonder what is a reteh? You are an ungrateful reteh she said if you intend to let this issue go by without saying to everybody I am glad Discord was nominated for Hugo. I said but Habecua or Who killed Science Fiction? Or Yandra or Shaggy or Fanas will win. Oh mygod mygod she said what do you care? The big thing is to be nominated for Hugo. I will have bad anger she said if you don't tell thanks to all. Will you hang from ceiling and drip green if I don't I said. No she said I will stand here and tell you go hang boy.

Marion is a pretty I know. A pretty stubborn female. She would do as she said and I would have to do as she said too. And she is right all times. So I say thanks to all people. I am so happy at nomination of Discord for Hugo I run on the walls and laugh loud and screech hip-hooray. And Marion thanks you too.

David's Daughter Ann is Two

Two years ago this month Discord was founded (under the title Retrograde), but this seems hardly the occasion for an annish {anniversary issue}. After all, nine months intervened between the publication of the first and second issues, and the magazine was not established on a regular basis till April 1960. However, since a number of policy changes have been made and will be made, this may be the proper occasion for writing one of those tiresome editorials concerning the magazine itself which I prefer to avoid as often as possible. Here's the way it looks from here:

Subscriptions: Reader response to issue #13 was very good, though below the level I think it should attain on a fanzine exchanged for letters of comment. It seems likely that Discord has reached the point where readers take it for granted and feel that it will continue without much further encouragement, and Marion and I foresee that reader response – barring the advent of some furious controversy – will never again reach the level it reached last summer and autumn.

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Discord

The JULY 1961 issue of the fanzine DISCORD (a journal of personal opinion), Number 13, co-edited and published by Redd BOGGS (Minneapolis, MN.) and Marion Zimmer BRADLEY (Rochester, TX.), featuring:
Cogito (A Stir of Hugos; David’s Daughter Ann is Two; Discordant Colors) ..Editorial
Voices of Discord (After 1929—What?) …Algis BUDRYS
Reviewing Stand…Magazine Reviews (by Marion Z. BRADLEY)
A Meeting of Minds…Readers Department (A. J. BUDRYS, Bob LICHTMAN, Avram DAVIDSON, Donald A. WOLLHEIM, Leslie GERBER, et al.)
Artwork: William ROTSLER, Arthur THOMSON, Dick SCHULTZ
14 pages.

1961 Lin Carter Letter

Hannes Bok = Box 137 = Cathedral Station = New York 25, NY = 11/16/61

Dear JEV:

I'd rather have liked to start out with, "Chanber of the Ugsome Gugglies; Hour of the Purple Swordfish; Year of the Ten Pickled Viffenyiggles", but I'm not good at it – but still get such openings via poet Lin carter's correspondence. Dannit, all my Lovecraft stuff is buried away in a mountain of cartons, so no chance to read it in over 5 years.

Re your being a cat-lover, this automatically makes you a good Joe (beg pardon, good John) and so I am woeful to have to tell you that right after cats of Ulthar tailpiece (you asked about) appeared, Mrs. Gnaedinger wheedled me into giving it to her to give to some fan (I think it was Darrell Richardson, but not sure).

Rather wish I could sales-pitch you by describing other cat-pictures I have for sale, but the truth is, I haven't any – and come to think of it, I may be missing-out on something good; every picture in which I used cats has sold almost as fast as painted. H'm, it gives me pause . .

Your name (Vetter) has been haunting me at least a dozen years. We had a family of Vetters up the block (Brothers, Phillip & John) and though I've never met them, only heard of them, their affairs somehow seem to keep intruding on mine; as for example, when fire burned them out of their apartment, WHY did I have to find Phillip's autograph-book on the stairway to the roof (where only I ever go) and HOW did it ever get there?

'Tis a puzzlement.

Thanks for your good note, and sorry I can't assist (sorry too to miss out on a sale!).

With yuggered yibbins,

Hannes