A (Qualified) Vindication of Lin Carter’s Fiction: Kesrick
Care to join me in a Pavlovian conditioned reflex experiment? Good. I’m going to ring a bell and we will observe your response. Ready?
Lin Carter. (That was the bell.)
Hmmm… exactly as I expected. At the mention of the name of the late fantasy editor, anthologist, and author, you immediately whispered, muttered, or shouted some variation of the formula, “His great knowledge and advocacy of classic fantasy, especially through his groundbreaking editorship of the Ballantine Adult Fantasy series from 1969-75, means that every lover of fantasy owes him an immense debt, but his own fiction, primarily pastiches of Robert E. Howard and (especially) Edgar Rice Burroughs, is plodding and rote and not worth reading.”
Good boy! A tasty dog treat for you!