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Futuria Fantasia, v. 1, issue 2, Fall 1939
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IS IT TRUE WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT KUTTNER? OR the man with the Weird Tale by GUY AMORY [Portrait of Henry Kuttner] The extremely interesting specimen to your right is not a head from a formaldehyde jar, though at times we have seen it, or him, pickled. It is Henry Kuttner, the laziest man who ever punched a typewriter and got paid for it. Like several other L.A. natives he is too busy living to do much worrying -- and besides -- what does it get him? (a check from Weird Tales) Henry has just sold them a 20,000 word yarn about Elak of Atlantis. At present he has finished a story heading for STARTLING, fifty thousand words or more, and been working with C.L. Moore on a new chiller. Hank's first story for Astounding was a disappointment, but he fully made up for that by turning in a sockeroo to Unknown called the misguided halo., written after the fashion of his most highly cherished author THORNE SMITH. What the fans don't know is that this little tale had a different ending than the one used by Campbell. Kuttner's finis to the hale was hysterically funny, but John W. thought otherwise and tagged a new finish on it -- spoiling it as far as this author is concerned. Kuttner is 24 years old. He's been writing most of his life -- learned how to type at the age of eight and hasn't left it alone since. Was born with a type-bar in his mouth. Lives in a quiet catacomb called Beverly Hills, the first cemetery I've ever seen with street lamps. A present, though I have broached the subject on numerous occasions, Hank steadfastly refuses to write for slick magazines. His best excuse being his laziness. Hanks is quiet-speaking, sincere. But he has a sense of humor, the kind that hits you amidriff abruptly. He is the perfect deadpan jokester. His digs many times being too subtle for your correspondent to catch until several moments have passed, Kuttner is always ready to rush in mildly and put the immature fans to route. It is only when you see the ghastly pictures that he takes out at his charnal cave that you realize his true sense of comedy. He and Hodgkins and Shroyer, the fiends, got together in outre garb, in horrifying pose, and bring forth films that would shake the mind of even such a horror as Robert Bloch. Kuttner likes the way C. L. Moore writes (and who doesn't). He wishes he could write like her -- but claims that when he tries imitating it comes out so much trash. If you've read any of his stories
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IS IT TRUE WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT KUTTNER? OR the man with the Weird Tale by GUY AMORY [Portrait of Henry Kuttner] The extremely interesting specimen to your right is not a head from a formaldehyde jar, though at times we have seen it, or him, pickled. It is Henry Kuttner, the laziest man who ever punched a typewriter and got paid for it. Like several other L.A. natives he is too busy living to do much worrying -- and besides -- what does it get him? (a check from Weird Tales) Henry has just sold them a 20,000 word yarn about Elak of Atlantis. At present he has finished a story heading for STARTLING, fifty thousand words or more, and been working with C.L. Moore on a new chiller. Hank's first story for Astounding was a disappointment, but he fully made up for that by turning in a sockeroo to Unknown called the misguided halo., written after the fashion of his most highly cherished author THORNE SMITH. What the fans don't know is that this little tale had a different ending than the one used by Campbell. Kuttner's finis to the hale was hysterically funny, but John W. thought otherwise and tagged a new finish on it -- spoiling it as far as this author is concerned. Kuttner is 24 years old. He's been writing most of his life -- learned how to type at the age of eight and hasn't left it alone since. Was born with a type-bar in his mouth. Lives in a quiet catacomb called Beverly Hills, the first cemetery I've ever seen with street lamps. A present, though I have broached the subject on numerous occasions, Hank steadfastly refuses to write for slick magazines. His best excuse being his laziness. Hanks is quiet-speaking, sincere. But he has a sense of humor, the kind that hits you amidriff abruptly. He is the perfect deadpan jokester. His digs many times being too subtle for your correspondent to catch until several moments have passed, Kuttner is always ready to rush in mildly and put the immature fans to route. It is only when you see the ghastly pictures that he takes out at his charnal cave that you realize his true sense of comedy. He and Hodgkins and Shroyer, the fiends, got together in outre garb, in horrifying pose, and bring forth films that would shake the mind of even such a horror as Robert Bloch. Kuttner likes the way C. L. Moore writes (and who doesn't). He wishes he could write like her -- but claims that when he tries imitating it comes out so much trash. If you've read any of his stories
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