A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny

He typed happily away (yes, he either handwrote or used a typewriter). Then, almost before either of us realized what had happened, Roger was taken over by the book. I honestly don’t remember.Īnyhow, what I do remember is Roger telling me about the novel he’d wanted to write, and equally passionately had wanted Gahan Wilson to illustrate. Or maybe Roger went through the files first, came across the letter, and that triggered him telling me about it. What many people don’t realize is that A Night in the Lonesome October was a book Roger had had in mind for many years before he actually wrote it.Īs I remember it (and since I’m just Wandering on, I’m not going digging through my letters to document precise dates), Roger was telling me about books he hadn’t written but would like to write, and this lead him to going through his files and finding the letter he’d written Gahan Wilson, along with Gahan Wilson’s reply, which included a quick sketch of Snuff. We wrote long, serial letters to each other, and talked on the phone several times a week. I don’t often write about the days when Roger Zelazny and I were close, because, quite frankly, even though he died in June of 1995, it still hurts to remember when we didn’t realize how little time we would have.īut this year I have a happy memory I want to share, one awakened by all the people who are reading one of Roger’s last novels: A Night in the Lonesome October.Īlthough Roger and I weren’t living together when he wrote that book, we were in touch pretty much daily. My Copy of A Night in the Lonesome October

A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny