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Edit a few minutes later: This was posted by David on his website too.
From: David Drake
To: DrakeNews@…
Sent: Thursday, June 29, 2006 5:06 AM
Subject: [DrakeNews] Jim Baen
My friend Jim Baen passed away peacefully and with dignity at 5 pm
yesterday, June 28, 2006.
Dave Drake
Jim
Jim Baen called me on the afternoon of June 11. He
generally phoned on weekends, and we’d usually talk a couple more
times in the course of a week; but this was the last time.
In the course of the conversation he said, “You’ve got
to write my obituary, you know.” I laughed (I’ll get to that) and
said, “Sure, if I’m around–but remember, I’m the one who rides the
motorcycle.”
So I’m writing this. Part of it’s adapted from the
profile I did in 2000 for the program book of the Chicago Worldcon at
which Jim was Editor Guest of Honor. They cut my original title, which
Jim loved: The God of Baendom. I guess they thought it was undignified
and whimsical.
The title was undignified and whimsical. So was Jim.
James Patrick Baen was born October 22, 1943, on the
Pennsylvania-New York border, a long way by road or in culture from
New York City. He was introduced to SF early through the magazines in
a step-uncle’s attic, including the November, 1957, issue of
Astounding with The Gentle Earth by Christopher Anvil.
The two books Jim most remembered as formative influences were
Fire-Hunter by Jim Kjelgaard and Against the Fall of Night by Arthur C
Clarke. The theme of both short novels is that a youth from a decaying
culture escapes the trap of accepted wisdom and saves his people
despite themselves. This is a fair description of Jim’s life in SF: he
was always his own man, always a maverick, and very often brilliantly
successful because he didn’t listen to what other people thought.
For example, the traditional model of electronic publishing required
that the works be encrypted. Jim thought that just made it hard for
people to read books, the worst mistake a publisher could make. His
e-texts were clear and in a variety of common formats.
While e-publishing has been a costly waste of effort for others,
Baen Books quickly began earning more from electronic sales than it
did from Canada. By the time of Jim’s death, the figure had risen to
ten times that.
Jim didn’t forget his friends. In later years he arranged for the
expansion of Fire-Hunter so that he could republish it (as The Hunter
Returns, originally the title of the Charles R Knight painting Jim put
on the cover).
Though Clarke didn’t need help to keep his books in print the way
Kjelgaard did, Jim didn’t forget him either. Jim called me for help a
week before his stroke, because Amazon.com had asked him to list the
ten SF novels that everyone needed to read to understand the field.
Against the Fall of Night was one of the titles that we settled on.
Jim’s father died at age fifty; he and his stepfather didn’t warm to
one another. Jim left home at 17 and lived on the streets for several
months, losing weight that he couldn’t at the time afford. He enlisted
in the army as the only available alternative to starving to death.
Jim spent his military career in Bavaria where he worked for the
Army Security Agency as a Morse Code Intercept Operator, monitoring
transmissions from a Soviet callsign that was probably a armored
corps. One night he determined that ‘his’ Soviet formation was moving
swiftly toward the border. This turned out to be an unannounced
training exercise–but if World War III had broken out in 1960, Jim
would’ve been the person who announced it.
Jim entered CCNY on the GI Bill and became a Hippie. Among other
jobs he managed a Greenwich Village coffee house, sometimes acting as
barker as well: ‘Come in and see tomorrow’s stars today!’ None of the
entertainers became tomorrow’s stars, but that experience of unabashed
huckstering is part of the reason that Jim himself did.
Jim’s first job in publishing was as an assistant in the Complaints
Department of Ace Books. He was good at it–so good that management
tried to promote him to running the department. He turned the offer
down, however, because he really wanted to be an SF editor.
In 1973 Jim was hired at Galaxy and If magazines when Judy-Lynn
Benjamin left. He became assistant to Ejler Jakobson, who with Bernie
Williams taught Jim the elements of slash and burn editing.
Unfortunately, this was a necessary skill for an editor in Jim’s
position. The publisher wasn’t in a hurry to pay authors, so
established writers who could sell elsewhere preferred to do so.
Galaxy and If published a lot of first stories and not a few rejects
by major names. Material like that had to be edited for
intelligibility and the printer’s deadline, not nuances of prose style.
Apart from basic technique Jim had very little to learn from his
senior, who shortly thereafter left to pursue other opportunities.
Jim’s first act as editor was to recall stories that his predecessor
had rejected over Jim’s recommendation. When in later years I thanked
him for retrieving the first two Hammer stories, Jim responded, ”Oh,
David–Jake rejected much better stories than yours!” (Among them was
Ursula K LeGuin’s Nebula winner, The Day Before the Revolution.)
Ace Books, in many ways the standard bearer of SF paperback
publishing in the Fifties, had fallen on hard times in the Seventies.
Charter Communications bought the company and installed Tom Doherty as
publisher. Tom hired Jim to run the SF line. The first thing the new
team did was to pay Ace’s back (and in some cases, way back)
royalties. By the time the famous SFWA audit of Ace Books was
complete, the money had already been paid to the authors; a matter of
some embarrassment to the SFWA officers who were aware of the facts.
Ace regained its position as an SF line where readers could depend
on getting a good story. (To Homer, that was the essence of art; not
all writers and editors of more recent times would have agreed.) As
well as pleasing readers, the Ace SF line made money for the company;
unfortunately (due to decisions from far above the level of publisher)
SF came to be the only part of the company that did make money. Tom
left Ace in 1980, founded Tor Books, and hired Jim to set up the Tor
SF line.
Which Jim did, following the same pattern that had revived Ace: a
focus on story and a mix of established authors with first-timers whom
Jim thought just might have what it took. It worked again.
In fact it worked so well that when Simon and Schuster went through
a series of upheavals in its Pocket Books line in 1983, management
decided to hire Jim as their new SF editor. Jim thought about the
offer, then made a counter-offer: with the backing of two friends, he
would form a separate company which would provide S&S with an SF line
to distribute. S&S agreed and Baen Books was born.
Jim used the same formulas with his new line as he had at Ace and
Tor, and again he succeeded. If that were easy, then past decades
wouldn’t be littered with the detritus of so many other people’s
attempts to do the same thing.
Even more than had been the case at Ace and Tor, Jim was his own art
director at Baen Books–and he really directed rather than viewing his
job as one of coddling artists. Baen Books gained a distinct look.
Like the book contents, the covers weren’t to everyone’s taste–but
they worked.
Jim had the advantage over some editors in that he knew what a story
is. He had the advantage over most editors in being able to spot
talent before somebody else had published it. (Lois Bujold, Eric
Flint, John Ringo and Dave Weber were all Baen discoveries whom Jim
promoted to stardom.)
Furthermore, he never stopped developing new writers. The week
before his stroke, Jim bought a first novel from a writer whom Baen
Books had been grooming through short stories over the past year.
The most important thing of all which Jim brought to his company was
a personal vision. Baen Books didn’t try to be for everybody, but it
was always true to itself. In that as in so many other ways, the
company mirrored Jim himself.
When Jim called me on June 11, he told me he was dying.
I thought he was simply having a bad interaction among prescription
drugs. Though the stroke that killed him occurred the next day in
hospital, Jim was right and I was wrong–again.
After that opening, Jim said, “I’m just going to say it:
we’ve known each other all these years and you seem to like me. Why?”
That’s a hell of a thing to be hit with out of the blue.
Jim had always known that he was socially awkward and that he not
infrequently rubbed people the wrong way, but it wasn’t something we
discussed. (And it’s obviously not a subject on which I could be of
much help.)
If I’d been a different person, I’d have started out by
listing the things he did right: for example, that I’d never met a
more loving father than Jim was to his children (Jessica Baen, 29,
Jim’s daughter with Madeline Gleich, and Katherine Baen, 14, Jim’s
daughter with Toni Weisskopf). Being me, I instead answered the
question a number of us ask ourselves: “How can you like like a person
who’s behaved the way you know I have?” I said that his flaws were
childish ones, tantrums and sulking; not, never in my experience,
studied cruelty. He agreed with that.
And then I thought further and said that when I was sure
my career was tanking–
“You thought that? When was that?”
In the mid ’90s, I explained, when Military SF was going
down the tubes with the downsizing of the military. But when I was at
my lowest point, which was very low, I thought, “I can write two books
a year. And Jim will pay me $20K apiece for them–”
“I’d have paid a lot more than that!”
And I explained that this wasn’t about reality: this was
me in the irrational depths of real depression. And even when I was
most depressed and most irrational, I knew in my heart that Jim Baen
would pay me enough to keep me alive, because he was that sort of
person. He’d done that for Keith Laumer whom he disliked, because
Laumer had been an author Jim looked for when he was starting to read SF.
I could not get so crazy and depressed that I didn’t
trust Jim Baen to stand by me if I needed him. I don’t know a better
statement than that to sum up what was important about Jim, as a man
and as a friend.
–Dave Drake
http://david-drake.com/baen.html
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May God have him in His arms.
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