An Interview with Philip José Farmer (1918-2009) | ||||||||||
conducted by Dave Truesdale | ||||||||||
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The following interview took place at Minicon 10, Minneapolis, MN, April 19, 1975 -- in the
hotel bar. Its first and only publication appeared in Tangent #2, May, 1975. Interviewers
were Dave Truesdale, Jerry Rauth, and Paul McGuire.
Some few months before this interview, Phil Farmer had written Venus on the Half-Shell as by one of Kurt Vonnegut's characters, Kilgore Trout. It was all the rage in the fan and semi-pro magazine press back then as fans and authors alike spilled a lot of ink trying to guess who Kilgore Trout really was. Who was the real author of this whacky, irreverent book that was selling like hot cakes and causing such a stir in SF circles? Thus the chess game of questions and answers below, as we try to get Phil Farmer to officially admit he was Kilgore Trout. As you'll see, we never gave up. Notice as well that during several pauses in the interview it was Phil who went back to the Kilgore Trout question himself, as if he was having as much fun with it as we were. No stuffy, academic interview here, I'm afraid. The atmosphere was loose, highly informal, and filled with constant laughter. I hope you enjoy the piece, and get a brief glimpse into a side of Phil Farmer his close friends knew only too well. He will be sorely missed. The story by Kilgore Trout. Who was the first person to think of that?
Philip José Farmer: Well, in the actual writing -- remember I had to reread all 180 novels, more than once... {Gordy Dickson enters the bar asking for Harry Harrison. He sits down with us to wait.} Philip José Farmer: (Looking at Gordy, then back to us...) If you want to hear a lot of BS, well just wait. (Laughter around the table.)
{Harry Harrison comes into the bar, grabs Gordy Dickson around the neck and lets loose with a titanic roar/growl. Much surprise and laughter.} Philip José Farmer: See, I told you you'd hear a lot of BS... So, if you take the attitude, that if you're tackling a whole series of novels, then you're committed to a lot of discrepancies, the author has contradicted himself. There are then things you have to explain -- you have to reconcile these discrepancies, which generates a lot of new stuff. So, it took me quite a while to write the Tarzan biography. That one was about six months, not counting the genealogy which took a lot of time. After this and a few other things I decided to do Doc Savage, and I've had a lot of fun with that, too. But right now I'm working on the third Riverworld novel which should be out in late 1976. It's going to be a long book. {Following a pause to order more drinks} Philip José Farmer: I'm sorry I can't answer more about Trout. I can tell you how I got involved with it. You know, I wrote a short biography about Trout which appeared in a fanzine first and then I rewrote it and it appeared in The Book of Philip José Farmer. And then I have close contact with Dell, and one of the things I had to worry about was just when in the hell was Kilgore Trout born, because Vonnegut's three novels have discrepant items. He was either born in 1906 or 1912 or 1917, so I managed to get the galleys of Breakfast of Champions before they were published and noted that he had put down the date when Trout was born; you know, he had that tombstone illustration. However, it got all screwed up when it came out because the printer made a typo and it came out 1906 instead of 1907.
Bette (to Phil): I think they'd better talk to you next year. Philip José Farmer: Well, I don't know. What's my favorite novel? Of course, I really like the Riverworld series, but actually the first two are only preludes to what I consider to be the symphony -- the third one. I liked writing Flesh, and Lord Tyger is about my second favorite one. Now that one nobody paid much attention to; everybody took it for granted that it was just another Tarzan takeoff. It's not. In order to understand the structure and everything that's really going on there, you've got to be familiar with Joseph Campbell's The Hero with a Thousand Faces. If you read that, then read Lord Tyger, you can follow Campbell's motif right on through the novel. No critic ever noticed that.
That will come out eventually, of course, but I had so many characters that I couldn't handle them all myself, so I asked Gene Wolfe to write a story about David Copperfield. And Leslie Fiedler is thinking about writing a story about Gustav von Auschenbach, the writer/hero of Thomas Mann's Death in Venice. I had to get permission for all this stuff.
Bette: Did you see Geis's article about the Trout novel? Philip José Farmer: He read the first twenty pages of the abridged magazine version, said that it was Vonnegut, and took off on a tirade against Vonnegut. Somebody mailed it to Vonnegut and it really teed him off. Well, it was obvious that Geis just assumed it was Vonnegut and he didn't like Vonnegut. He said the novel made fun of science fiction readers and writers and it doesn't, not at all. He totally misinterpreted it. Anyway, I guess there won't be any more Trout novels.
I signed the contract and got the advance and then got to thinking about the shape we're in now and got madder and madder, and finally I called up Forry and said listen, I'm going to have to give you your money back because I don't think I can do it. You want upbeat stories, right? He said right. Then I said well, no, I'd better not do it. He said no, that's alright, I'll give you three more weeks and keep the money. I had about four or five ideas that I rejected. One of them was an idea I got while in the Men's room at the L.A. airport. The original title was "Men's Room, USA." Right now it's called "Fundamental Issue." (Laughs) It's about a U.S. Supreme Court Justice who has come back from a vacation in Tahiti with his young wife, and he's suffering from constipation. And while they're waiting in the airport, he goes into the Men's room, and it's sort of a microcosm of what's happening today. While he's in the toilet he sees and hears all sorts of things. In the meantime, he's pondering this big decision he has to make about a laser-fusion reactor they're building in upper New York, in a town named Wahoppe. He can't make up his mind what the heck to do with it and he sees this drunken U.S. senator he knows and he thinks that -- but he's not sure -- that this guy who's trying to build this plant is trying to slip him an attache case full of money -- but he's not sure. Anyway, it gets stolen by an Italian. Oh, and also when he goes into the toilet he sees a whole bunch of workmen hammering on a wall, and he wonders what the heck they're doing. First, he thinks they're looking for a bomb, but he says to himself no, it can't be because they'd be evacuating everybody -- in more than one sense. So, he decides simultaneously with his BM -- you know, his decision comes through. The two are very closely connected. And he leaves feeling better, but as he goes out he sees the wall is torn down and the passage between the Men's room and the Women's room is open now. Which is a recent appellate court decision, and he knows damn well he's got to get that case pretty soon. (Laughs) So he goes out to his wife -- and I use a little bit of Bette here -- and she's doing a crossword puzzle and she says, "Are you going to believe this coincidence? I've got the word Wahoppe in my puzzle." And he says, "Well, I'll believe anything today." She says that it's an old Indian word from the Oneida/Iroquois meaning He Sat Down. (Laughs) But uh, I don't know if Forry is going to take that story or not. But I thought that everything that's going on in the Men's room is sort of a microcosm of everything going on today; ideals, as opposed to the constitution, and so forth, and you can see the contrast. And also, I had some graffiti but I cut that out because it wasn't really relevant, and also because the story was getting too long already. There's really not much moving up until the end when the Supreme Court Justice finally gets rid of his constipation and comes to his decision. I think Forry's going to have a hemorrhage when he sees it. We'll just have to wait and see how it all comes out. {Phil pauses to order more drinks around} Philip José Farmer: Sorry I can't tell you more about Trout right now. I did get a letter sent to me by Ed Ferman because he knew I was interested in it. He knew I'd get a kick out of it, from a fan in New Jersey who swore up and down that Trout had to be a Yiddish writer because nobody but a Yiddish writer would be able to do that big standup cosmic comedian scene at the end where, you know, Why Not? He's in for a shock, too. (Laughs)
Bette: The funny thing is, that nobody here at the convention, the writers, is giving an opinion on the Kilgore Trout novel. And I think it's because nobody knows who wrote it and they're afraid they'll say the wrong thing to the wrong person… or the wrong thing to the right person. The thing that worries me is that you'd think if they liked it they'd say so.
(Laughter from all.)
Well, friends, the gig is finally up. Officially and formally and finally. For about six months or so the question has intrigued, enraged, and brought fun and hours of speculation for many as to just who the author of Venus on the Half-Shell truly was: Kilgore Trout himself, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., or none other than Philip José Farmer. When at Minicon 10 this past April 18-20, we interviewed Mr. Farmer as well as Donald A. Wollheim, Harry Harrison, Poul Anderson, William Tenn, Judy Lynn and Lester del Rey, Gordon R. Dickson, and Clifford Simak. In so doing, we were privileged to learn some valuable information on the subject of Kilgore Trout from Mr. Farmer and his wife. It seems to me that Mr. Farmer gave us everything he could without coming right out and saying that he was indeed the infamous Mr. Trout. Which a lot of folks suspected, to say the least. Well, it seems that by an unfortunate turn of events involving The New York Times that Mr. Farmer was -- not by direct use of his name -- connected irreversibly with the writing of the above-mentioned novel, Venus. It seems The NY Times said that the writer lived in Peoria, Illinois, which, as everyone knows, is the home of Mr. Farmer. Well, to be honest, I couldn't resist the temptation of calling Mr. Farmer personally and finding out what he had to say on the subject, mainly for two reasons: one, of at least attempting to be the first magazine to have a formal statement from whomever the author was; and two, personal curiosity. So tonight, May 8th, 1975, I called Phil Farmer and asked him about the article in The New York Times. He told me, straight out, that he was the author of Venus on the Half-Shell. I was disappointed. He and many others were having a hell of a lot of fun with this charade, and even though most people by now knew it was him anyway, it took a lot of fun out of the game. Phil Farmer admitted he was extremely "teed off" by The Times, and said he could have weaseled out of it by saying that it was a joke or hoax, or that there were, of course, others who wrote from Peoria, but then said he might as well admit to the fact because it wasn't worth it anymore. In our interview on April 19th, Mr. Farmer said that Dell, as far as he knew, was planning on having a Who Is Kilgore Trout? contest, and when asked about it now, said that he didn't know what Dell was going to do, but that the contest was only for publicity anyway. Now that Venus is in its third printing with 250,000 copies already out, it seems that a contest would be virtually meaningless. I don't have to go into it here, but what would Dell, or rather how much would Dell really gain by such a promotion? Answer: Not nearly as much as if the "secret" had been maintained until the desired date -- sometime next year. So. Well. There you have it. The author of Venus on the Half-Shell is Philip José Farmer. I thought the book was hilarious and worth my time -- and money. It's too bad that The New York Times didn't think it was worth Phil Farmer's respect. It's been fun, anyway.
Epilogue Minicon 10 was my first real SF convention. I'd never met an SF author before. I was only 24 years old. Phil Farmer was 57. I am now 58, and recall that Minicon with great joy and fondness. The authors were much younger then and larger than life to me (life-long friends Gordy Dickson and Poul Anderson, also at that Minicon, are now gone as well, dying six months to the day from each other -- Jan. 31st and July 31st, respectively, 2001), their energy and laughter throughout the entire weekend was infectious -- especially that of Gordy Dickson, Harry Harrison, and Phil Farmer. While Gordy and Harry laughed loud and hard, Phil was much quieter in his laughter. His humor took more the aspect of a constant chuckle bubbling just beneath the surface; he seemed always to have a sly twinkle in his eye as he delighted in bawdy puns (some really bad), and I'll never forget his graciousness as he gave "the kid," the newcomer to SF conventions who'd never met an SF author before, an hour or two of his time. First impressions go a long way, and I'll never forget that first impression of Phil Farmer. I will always remember his ruddy cheeks, the mischievous gleam in his eyes, and the impish little half-smile which seemed never to leave his face. As silly as it might appear in retrospect now, some 34 years later, and not quite so important as back then, Tangent was indeed the first publication to officially announce that Phil had written Venus (though I learned later that Charles Brown of the then fledgling news magazine Locus had known about it for a year; Locus's revelation would soon follow). So in my youthful exuberance and rush to get that Phil Farmer issue of Tangent mimeographed, stapled together and in the mail, I slapped on the front cover, in large, bold letters: TANGENT HOOKS FARMER ON TROUT Thanks, Phil.
Dave Truesdale has edited Tangent and now Tangent Online since 1993. It has been nominated for the Hugo Award four times, and the World Fantasy Award once. A former editor of the Bulletin of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America, he also served as a World Fantasy Award judge in 1998, and currently writes an original online column for The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. |
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