Rich, beautiful, original —Piers Anthony Outstanding! Andre Norton Engaging!" Publishers Weekly MICHAEL REAVES A millennium ago magicians fought a war, and smashed the world into a thousand pieces. Horrified at the destruction, they set the fragments to floating about each other in the Abyss and supplied them with an atmosphere that men and beasts could breathe. But that was long ago. In a thousand years even sorcerers grow old, and so do their spells. Already pieces of the Shattered World begin to collide... FANTASY Distributed by: Simon & Schuster Mass Merchandise Sales Company 1230 Avenue of the Americas MARCH New York, N.Y. 10020 55951-6 • 416 pp. • $3.50 1 Windy con XI Staff Table of Contents Page Chairman: Kathleen Meyer Letter from the Chair.......... ...........................2 Vice Chairman: Dick Spelman Pro Guest of Honor - Alan Dean Foster ... 3 Art Show: Doug Price, D.I., Jane Haldeman, Deb Winship Chief Art Auctioneer: Bob Passovoy, D.I. Fan Guest of Honor - Joan Hanke Woods . 4 Auction Set-Up: Curt Clemmer, D.I. Toastmaster - A.J. Budrys............................... 5 ConSuite: John Donat, Jim Kobrinetz, Tony Kozlowski, Rob Special Events ................................................. 7 Glass Programming................................................... 9 'Dealer? Room: Mike Jencevice, Brendan Lonehawk Notes on our Special Guests..........................11 Films: Ken Manson, Phil Kotula Autograph Schedule....................................... 11 Gaming: Ken Hunt Guest of Honor Liaison: David Schafer, Ted Mellow Film Schedule................. 13 Hotel Liaison: Debby Wright Film Descriptions ........................ 14 Assistant Hotel Liaison: Joan Stachnik, Darrell Martin Dealers’Room................................................. 15 Operations Art Show........................................................17 Coordinator: Smoke ConSuite.................... .................. 17 Aide-de-Camp to Coordinator: Adam Hinman Gofer Hole......................................................17 Managers: Stephanie Dorcy, Jim Green, Bill Krusek Assistant: Bill Jorns Restaurants......................................................19 Security Hotel Map.............................inside back cover Art Show: Betty Dugan, Norman Doering ConSuite: Madrene Bradford, Bob Hillis Dealers’ Room: Pat Wilson, A.J. Johnson Programming: Carole Wilson Gofer Control Chief: Mary Ellen Terlikowski Assistant: Roseann Packer Shift Supervisors: Denise Clift, Kathy Nerat, Jim Rittenhouse Den Mother: Fruma Chia Programming Manager: Roseann Magda Assistant: Amy Dobratz Staff: Peter Spizziri, KathyAnn Meyer, Pam Hodgeson, Krista Dobratz, Sandy Woggon Green Room: Margaret Olen, Jackie Paciello Publications: Sherrie Ludwig, KathyAnn Meyer, Bill Weber Registration: Carol Kentgen, Susan Haslwanter Special Events: Peter Toluzzi, John Mitchell Treasurer: Leonard Wenshe 2 Letter from the Chair Gentlefen, Lo, these many years of toiling at the peon level have finally paid off. They let me run a convention of my own! So, for all you toilers at the bottom, let me tell you what you have to look forward to: long hours, midnight calls, pleas for larger budgets, numerous bank inquiries, legalities, hotel demands, and other equally exciting events. There’s a lot of the mundane in running cons. That’s why this year, to keep my mind from "mundanifying,” I commissioned our Special Events department to come up with something unique and totally fannish. I think they’ve succeeded beyond my wildest nightmares. The entire senior staff of Windycon XI has put long hours of blood, sweat, and tears into this con, and I can’t thank them enough. To all of you, my undying gratitude. I know all of this has been a lot of work, but, 1 hope, fun as well. Fen, I hope you have as much fun at the con as we did in preparing it for you. Fannishly Yours, Kathleen Meyer 3 Pro Guest of Honor - Alan Dean Foster by Peter At. Spizzirri I first met Alan Dean Foster at Lloyd Biggie's second annual Science Fiction Oral History Conference. Alan is not your ordinary author. He is more seriously alive and determined than most people can handle. Alan pursues his mind’s ideal, and he is happily relentless. Ifyou’ve never met Alan, he is very easy to spot at a convention. He is the healthiest writer I have ever met. This man is in shape, and it isn’t a matter of lucky genes. On Halloween night in 1982, Alan, who had not been a member of his high school athletic teams, decided to see if he could remodel his body. So there he was, 36 years old and determined to resurrect his youth, vim and vigor. Today, as a monolith aborning in the realm of science fiction, Alan has also established an enviable physical stature. Don’t get this man mad in a long dark alley or con suite hallway, folks, or he could teach you new physical relationships not found in Einsteinian relativity. Amidst his physical reconstruction and reorganization, Alan Dean Foster has become one of the men I most admire in the family of science fiction. You can feel his desire to reach out and touch your mind in his voice. ‘My aliens are my best people,’ Alan will say with conviction, and if you corner him for some straight conversation you’ll discover that it is his concern for the human condition that prompts such wonderful aliens. With a family of five cats, five dogs, a host of fish and a six foot long boa constrictor named Sam for daily companionship (oh yes, and his wife Joann), Alan still feels first about people. His first college degree was awarded in political science, and perhaps is the source of the complex yet reachable worlds, cultures and individuals that fill each novel and story. Flinx and Pip, the heroes of the first four books of the Humanx Commonwealth series, are warm examples of characters that make a book too short. You feel a strange wash of loneliness rise over you as you realize you’re on the last page. It is not just the well-organized structure of the novel or the logical ordering of Alan’s universe that causes this feeling; it is the sense of the man, the author, that hangs in your mind as you have empathized with his creations. Alan Dean Foster is a special person. He is a man who volunteers to help worthy causes in the science fiction community, and a man who tries to find the chains that bind and rip us apart. He knows his weaknesses and chases them to develop new strengths. He gives us heroes who share our own problems and pathos. His books always suggest that there is a way to become better than you are, or better than your present situation seems to allow. As always, Alan has a plethora of current projects. He is doing the novelization of Michael Douglas’s new film Starman, a computer game book for Warner titled Shadowkeep—which he claims is the hardest book he has ever worked on, a new novel to be published by Del Rey entitled Sentenced to Prism, the fifth Spellsinger book, The Perturbations of the Perambulator, to be published by Warner; also coming from Warner is Into the Out Of, a fantasy novel with a somewhat modern day real setting of otherwise undisclosed content, and since he was in the middle of all this relaxation, Alan and his wife Joann spent the month ofJ uly in Africa. See what I mean, seriously alive! Copyright 1984 by Peter M. Spizzirri. All rights reserved. 4 Joan Hanke-Woods eats raw flesh Observations from Nippon - America ROGERS PARK (ISFIC)—It is not yet December 7 th, but the apartment already shows signs of a Japanese invasion. The futon is late. We have to postpone, but definitely not cancel, the sushi. As one of the two residents of this apartment is an employee of the intended restaurant, we figure that the reservation will be secure. The other resident, whom we will call The Artist, ranks a 3rd kyu in Kyokushin Karate, and is filling the environ­ ment with Kitaro's hypnotic synthesized meditations. The Artist’s ancestry is not Japanese but German, mostly, with smatterings of the rest of Northern Europe. Thus her eyes do not slant. Yet, anyway. In the Reporter’s apartment, five blocks west on the same street, there are more pieces of artwork by The Artist than by any other. There are calligraphed song lyrics that accompany Chirstmas cards. There is a name tag recieved as a housewarming gift. There is the cover of a Worldcon publication otherwise best forgotten. Small samples appear everywhere. There is even a copy of a theatre program hanging in The Reporter’s office for purposes of confounding accountants. A few observations about these items; 1) The detail is extraordinary, like a 000 Rapidograph pen wielded by a finch. 2) In the middle of a stark and ethereal landscape, the head ofan incredibly silly-looking lizard/alien pops up without warning or reason. 3) A lot of them look spooky/mean at first glance, with scratchy lines and stylized figures, but they get friendlier (fiendlier?) as you look at them over the passage of minutes, months, and even years—like something alive. 4) I love this stuff. .Joan Hanke-Woods should win the Hugo. She has been nominated for Fan Artist enough times by now, (five), and each balloting garners her a touch more notice in the World-Where-They-Don’t-Care-About-the-Cubs. But few Chicago fans need the introduction. Her drawings and paintings have graced Windycon and Capricon art shows and publications for many years, in a style that no one else has approached. “People have compared my work with the pulp magazine illustrations of the '30’s and ’40’s,” she says, “and I appreciate that comparison. My grandfather taught me to read when I was about four years old, during the late ’40’s, using his son's science fiction and fantasy pulps in the attic.” Joan herself draws inspiration from the early-renaissance German engraver Albrecht Durer, and the Dutchman Escher and their aesthetic kin.