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AVRAM DAVIDSON IN BRITISH HONDURAS:
Memories of "AD" as American Author Abroad
by Hugh Leddy
I met Avram in San Francisco the year after he bought
my first sale to Fantasy & Science Fiction. I worked on the
the time, and we first met in the reporters' bar around the corner at 3rd
and Mission. He was a welcome change from everything I was used to . .
. drab streets, hurrying pedestrians, angry traffic. Even though
he'd come from the East after leaving his job as the editor of F&SF,
he brought with him an air of the exotic, of farflung places and spice-laden
voyages sailed from uncharted lands.
It was his conversation, you see.
With a few well chosen words he could transport you completely out of the Twentieth Century and back to other places and times. As Richard A. Lupoff put it, in a comment on AD in The Investigations of Avram Davidson:
"With a mere handful of syllables he could transport a reader toAnd he told amusing stories besides.
the deck of an ancient sailing vessel as it plied the waves of the
sun-dappled Mediterranean, to a musty and mysterious little shop
in a shadowy byway of Victorian London, to the Spartan
executive offices or the clattering production line of a modern
corporation. [...] Avram Davidson transcended the usual
boundaries of categories, and simply told Avram Davidson stories."