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Before we proceed, I should mention something. As far as I know, there are no recordings, either audio or video, of this panel and no transcripts. If any exist, I would love to have copies of them. But for now, I'm doing this from memory and this panel was a little over 22 years ago. So what I remember is what I remember and the dialogue that follows is highly approximate.
Just before I started the panel, Julie Schwartz waved me over and whispered, "Don't forget Forry and me. This is a Ray Bradbury panel but it's not exclusively a Ray Bradbury panel. Ask us questions about our associations with Ray and make sure we all get to talk." I promised him I would. He also said, "Ask me to tell you a secret thing about Ray that only I know. I've got a real good answer. And ask Forry what impact Ray's work had when it started appearing in science-fiction books and anthologies of the day. Forry's got a real good speech he gives about that."
I told Julie I would do as requested, then I started the panel. Julie got a big reception when I introduced him. So did Forry. When I introduced Ray, the audience clapped and cheered so loudly, I thought we might get a call from Tijuana asking us to hold it down for God's sake. I think I started — remember, I'm doing this from memory — with "Julie, you were Ray's first agent. How did you come to represent him?"
Julie thought for a moment and then he said, "I think he submitted something to me." Then there was a long pause that indicated that was all he was going to say on the subject. In my head, I heard this sound effect. So I went to Ackerman. "Forry," I said, "what was the impact of Ray's work when it started appearing in science-fiction books and anthologies of the day?"
Forry thought for a moment and then said, "Big. Very big." And that was all I was getting out of him just then. Again, I heard this sound effect.

So I went to Ray: "Ray, how did it feel when you made that first sale?" And Ray, who was one of the best public speakers it has ever been my honor to speak with, launched into a six-minute discourse on what it means to a beginning writer. It was fascinating, passionate, engaging and the audience hung on every single word like Harold Lloyd dangling from the minute hand of a big clock. A wonderful speech.
So then I went back to Julie and, remembering what he'd asked me to ask him, I said, "Julie, I'll bet there's a secret about Ray that you know and nobody else does. Can you tell us what it is?"
Julie thought for five or ten seconds and then said, "What would that be, Mark?" Again, I heard…well, you know the sound by now.
I quickly moved on to Forry. I'm not sure what I asked him but I think it was "You attended the very first science-fiction fan convention. What do you remember about it?" Whatever I asked, his answer was something like, "Very exciting." That was the totality of his reply and it was more Sad Trombone in my noggin.
Okay, back to Ray! I asked him something and he responded with another fascinating, passionate, engaging story that must have lasted five or six minutes. I watched the audience and they were listening to and loving every syllable the man uttered.
And that was how it went — or at least, that's how I remember it went. I'd ask Julie a question and get a short, uninteresting reply. Then I'd ask Forry a question and get a shorter, even less interesting reply. Then I'd ask Ray a question and he'd go on for several minutes of wonderful oratory with the audience eating every bit of it up. This would ordinarily not be a problem for the person in my position because the audience was loving about 85% of what was being said.
But I knew that if it was all like that, Julie Schwartz would be pissed at me — not at himself but at me — because it was a Ray Bradbury Panel where the other two guys said almost nothing. He would not fault himself for not swinging at anything I threw his way. He would just blame me. About two-thirds of the panel was over and I was trying to think what I could do in the final third to rectify matters…and I actually came up with something that felt like it might work.
It didn't. It made things worse. In the next part, I'll tell you this it-sounded-good-at-the-time idea and how it didn't work. Hang in there, folks. We're almost through this long, long tale but we have a few more Sad Trombones to get through.