The Jim Theis thread

Back in November 2023, I fell down a rabbit hole and wound up doing a ton of research about Jim Theis, author of The Eye of Argon. I collected all that research in a 42-post Mastodon thread. Earlier today, I started thinking about this, and in a moment of clarity, I said, “What is wrong with you?? You did all that research and you put it on social media? What happens if it goes down? All that research is gone!” This was truly a dumb move on my part, and what makes it even dumber is that I wrote the whole thing originally in my Notes app on my phone, and then apparently I must have deleted the note “since the posts are up now,” and so if my Mastodon instance were to go down, the whole thing would be gone.

Look, I was in a flare. That’s my excuse. I was ill and brain wasn’t on.

Anyway, fortunately for me, my Mastodon instance has not gone down, and my instance also doesn’t purge old posts, so I am able to back it up now. Thus, I am mirroring here on my blog for anyone who may be interested in this deep dive into 1970s SFF fandom lore!

(Remember this was a social media thread, so that’s why it’s written the way it is. I’ll cut out the hashtags and post numbers, though.)


Recently I listened to the “372 Pages We’ll Never Get Back” podcast episodes from 2018 about The Eye of Argon. For the uninitiated, EoA is a short fantasy novella in the vein of Conan the Barbarian that was published in the Ozark Science Fiction Association zine, OSFAN, in 1970. The novella is hilariously bad, and thus developed cult status in the SFF community. This is all pretty well documented online. What I want to talk about is its less-documented author, Jim Theis.

For many years, the broader SFF community was relatively convinced that Jim Theis, the credited author of EoA, didn’t exist at all. They made up stories about how he must have actually been satirical, and one dominant theory was that students at a Clarion workshop wrote it as an experiment in deliberately bad fiction. But after decades of theorizing and speculation, Jim Theis’ identity was ultimately discovered: Jim Theis had been a 16-year-old kid.

You will often hear repeated on the internet that “little is known” about Jim Theis. Granted, there’s not a lot online. He passed away before the days of social media, for one thing; for another, none of his family seems to be social media users—his wife appears to still be alive, as are his two sons, but none of them have presences on any social media platform that I could find. But if you dig, you can find enough, and what is available reveals hints of Jim’s character.

(Before getting in too deep, a note on the quotations in this thread: I corrected most of the many, MANY typos in OSFAN for legibility, particularly for people who use screen readers. If I reproduced them as written, screen readers wouldn’t be able to handle it. Attached screenshots show the original versions. All archives of the zine found here.)

First, the facts: James Francis Theis was born in St. Louis County, Missouri, on August 9, 1953 to Lillian Kroupa Theis and Norbert Theis. His middle name, Francis, likely was for his paternal grandfather, Frank Joseph Kroupa, who was born in 1881 in what is now the Czech Republic. Jim was an only child.

By the time he was 16 and a junior at Lindbergh High School, Jim was heavily involved in fandom, and was a member of both the Ozark Science Fiction Association (OSFA) and the Comic Fandom Club, later known as the Graphic Fantasy Collectors of St. Louis (GraFandom or GraFan). The Eye of Argon was published in the August 1970 issue of OSFAN, just a couple weeks after Jim’s 17th birthday. However, this was not Jim’s first appearance in the zine, nor would it be his last.

Perusing the available issues of OSFAN at the FANAC Fan History Project reveals that by March 1970, Jim was an active and established member of OSFA. He is mentioned as being in attendance not only at the club’s meetings, but at all of their quite-frequent parties. He already has a nickname in the club: the Nomad. (When Jim writes this himself, he capitalizes it as NOMAD, which leads me to believe this was a Star Trek reference.)

The majority of the issues of the zine are just recaps of the club’s antics, most of which involve everyone piling into Doc Clark’s broken-down Chevy, dubbed Loki, and attempting to drive to a party, a picnic, or a concert, usually with Loki breaking down along the way. At one point, Jim’s dad, Norbert, is credited as rescuing Loki with a battery jump.

Happily 5:00 PM did not mark the end of this meeting. Doc our prexy [president] with Sherry, Bob, Sally, Celia and myself gathered together at Loki for a jaunt to deliver Celia and Sally to their respective homes. Afterwards to attend a Rod McKuen concert, finding ourselves delayed when the fanwagon was reluctant to start. As many car hoods were opened in search of proper battery and juice, Mister Theis, the Palckjacks* father, so kindly gave the needed jolt to the thirsty beast.
* on the previous page, it was recounted that they’d been playing blackjack during the meeting and Jim kept referring to himself as Plackjack. Palckjack is an accidental misspelling of that deliberate misspelling.

Once the group gets wherever they’re going, wild antics tend to ensue, usually in the form of strip poker or drinking games. The writers are quick to note that Jim does not participate, owing to his age, but this seems to be contradicted by a letter printed in the April 1971 issue wherein Al Bakker writes from college to ask about his old drinking buddy Jim, and recounts some of Jim’s hijinks after “imbibing the godly nectars.” Sober or not, Jim seems to have been the life of the party.

Alright OSFANLANDERS, A brief letter to know the one and rarely is still alive and partaking of the choicest of booze beverages. Because of a shaky situation on the home front I'm going to Europe(being sent so a COOL returns) for rest of the winter and the fall. How is my ole drinking buddy Jim Theis, is he still passing out or getting wild and riproaring loud and goofy when imbibing the godly nectars. Why you ask be I on the go; seems I was drunk, asleep, and cussing while in the front row of church with dear-rh 'papa' and he don't dig that scene.

The November 1970 issue contains possibly my favorite Jim anecdote: an entire article chronicling the print party for the previous issue, which was held at Sue Watson’s house, aka the Slan Shack. (Slan being slang of the time for a SF fan.) The entire purpose of the article? Documenting that “JIM THEIS VOLUNTARILY, REPEAT, VOLUNTARILY WORKED!” (As the article states, “If you feel like dieing [sic] of shock, how do you think I feel?”)

HELL, OF COURSE IT'S TRUE. WE HAVE EVEN GOT PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE! Guess what? The world's cone to an end, and they never even told us! (I hear several snickers in the background: peanut gallery, kindly SHUT UP!) I hear strange sounds from puzzled people; perhaps, therefore, I should explain.

We got down to work. SOP [standard operating procedure] had become that the electric stencils were run first. Mike McFadden's cover came in that category. A truly fascinating thing it is and when we were running it, slip sheets had to be used. Marsha was at the machine while the editor (a very useful character) and Walt Stumper (who still claims it isn't his fault if Jim Theis follows him around) played in alternating crud sheets. After a time we determined the covers were dry enough to jog. So we (or rather I) started to detail some people to separate covers from crud sheets. Then it happened. JIM THEIS VOLUNTARILY, REPEAT, VOLUNTARILY WORKED. If you feel like dying of shock, how do you think I feel? After all, was it not just last month that Theis not only did just the barest minimum of work at all, but he required convincing (in the form of a well appied hammerlock) that he was going to work at all? The entire effect was eerie. Jim Theis actually working. I still can't believe it. [Transcription edited/typos removed to help screen readers parse]

As you read through the available archives of the OSFAN zine, you start to get a sense about who these people were. They were a boisterous, goofy, outgoing group of nerds, many of them teens, who had a ton of in-jokes. In fact, the majority of the issues were just in-jokes. Every issue had a bit of news about upcoming cons worldwide, some reviews, and then recaps of their own meetings and parties. Every one of those articles was dripping in in-jokes.

HEY PRES! YOU FORGOT TO ADJOURN!! Sunday, March 15, dawned bright and beautiful, delivered as requested, from a small green alligator, a day fit for the gathering of OSFA. Yours truly, the keeper of the flame, arrived at Oak Hall Park close upon the hour of 2 pm. Smiling Bob McCormick was already there, as were Jim Theis and Walt Stumper. Railee and Stephanie Rothman were wandering around the museum to pass the time, since, unfortunately, the door to the meeting room was locked. However, aid appeared in the form of Mike, collector of tickets. This affable gent, the object of Chris Ruble's innocent flirtation at the last meeting, cheerfully went to search for a key. Alas, no key was forthcoming, but he did bring information that the key was had by a museum guard presently in the natural history building. A quick trot to that vicinity and the March OSFA meeting moved into more appropriate quarters. At last, settled and comfortable, the realization dawned on us that Doc Clark, beloved prexy [president], was not present. The universal sentiment was sorrow mixed with a little Faugh! "We'll start without him." A moldy tape recorder, threaded and ready, under the mechanically minded hands of Walt Stumper, revealed itself to be a discription of the Apollo 8 flight. But the defective tape recorder and the arrival of the Watson mob, Sally, Molly, and Sue, distracted from the full enjoyment. More entertainment was forthconing when two Couches (or Couchi), Mike and Norbert, tromped up the stairs, Mike packing a deck of cards. A large table was immediately cleared for a friendly game.

Which brings us to The Eye of Argon, published in OSFAN 10. This was a departure for the zine—up to this point, it had published some poetry, but otherwise it was firmly a news zine, not a fiction one. The inclusion of EoA made the August 1970 issue at least three times longer than the typical OSFA zine. It was the first fiction piece they published, but it was a piece written by someone who was well-known within the club.

THE EYE OF ARGON by Jim Theis The weather beaten trail wound ahead into the dust racked climes of the barren land which dominates large portions of the Noregolian empire. Age worn hoof prints smothered by the sifting sands of time shone dully against the dust splattered crust of earth. The tireless sun cast its parching rays of incandescense from overhead, half way through its daily revolution. Small rodents scampered about, occupying themselves in the daily accomplishments of their dismal lives. Dust sprayed over three heaving mounts in blinding clouds, while they bore the burdensome cargoes of their struggling overseers. "Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian", gasped the first soldier.

The Eye of Argon itself is an obvious ripoff of Robert E. Howard’s Conan the Barbarian stories from the 1930s. It has been lampooned for decades as being “the worst fiction ever written.” But there are two things that I think people are missing: First of all, a 16-year-old wrote it. Maybe back 30 years ago, it might have seemed unique. But we have the internet now. We have Fanfiction.net now.

The fact of the matter is, we all start out writing crap. That’s how we learn. I know what my writing was like when I was 16. And I know why my writing was the way it was, too—I was parroting what I was reading and watching. And you can see that in Jim’s writing. Because it’s definitely a cross between parroting Howard… and parroting what his friends were writing in OSFAN.

Which brings me to point number 2: He wasn’t the only one in the OSFA writing this way. If you read through the other articles in the zine, you see that everyone’s using goofy purple prose to talk about anything and everything. Part of the reason it’s so hard to parse the in-jokes is BECAUSE everything is dripping in the goofy prose. It took three instances of Loki being mentioned before I realized it was a car and not an animal. The secretary of the club is the Keeper of the Flame. The editor is Ye Ed. There’s an imaginary leprechaun in attendance at every gathering.

Having accepted the breakfast inviation of the lovely, ravenhaired, Ruth Doschek I arrived early directly from work, being as I work nights. She still being clad in her silk sleeping raiment and a good sport about it all prepared our repast. While she did this I drafted her a map to and from her home and the Stochi residence. Afterwards being more tired than I thought I fell alsleep in a reclining chair and passed the morning thus. I loaded the stuff in the car Ruth was sending to the party, repaired her bookcase and went shopping for party necessities. I finally arrived home to get a couple more hours of sack time when the Nomad-Theis, and Kathy Allen called on the alarmphone. Guarantee was given to each for room to join with Loki and Ghod on the trip to Stochlair.

In addition to this, nobody ever actually believed EoA was any good—including Jim himself. I don’t know how the other members of OSFA found out he’d written it, whether he mentioned it to them offhand or if they even helped him in the writing of it. But they all, from the beginning, loved it not because it was good, but because it was fun.

So, what about the Jay T. Rikosh Award? One of the curious facts learned by the rediscovery of the lost final page of the story in 2005 (an adventure I’m not getting into here—see sources at the end of the thread for the full story) was that Jim was the winner of this award. Many, including the 372 Pages hosts, assumed that this was supposed to be some kind of prize for excellent writing. It’s… uh… not quite.

Once the work was done, we got down to the business, of putting the mag and the people back together. Lastly, most enjoyably we settled down to vote on and decide who was to recive this months JAY T. RIKOSH award. Due to the rules when the award was created the former winner, Jim Theis couldn't win it two months in a row.Who was to follow in the Nomad's footsteps of the writer extraordinaire (I know! I know, extraordinarily had) was a hard choice, so it became a popularity contest of sorts. Ron Whittinton was the winner barely over the votes mounted by Theis even...
Note the highlighted section calling Jim “writer extraordinaire (I know! I know, extraordinarily bad)”

Jay T. Rikosh is a mysterious figure in the OFSA. Per Roger MacBride Allen in The Scholar’s Ebook Edition of The Eye of Argon (which I totally bought last night to research this rant), no one by the last name of Rikosh has ever existed in the United States. Allen speculated that Rikosh might have been an imaginary person, and he even theorized it might have been Jim Theis himself.

Jay T. Rikosh is absolutely a made-up name—and Rikosh, as one of the OSFAN editors, is listed with a fake address, the only member of the editorial board to do so. But he’s not Jim Theis. In the August 1970 issue, there is an article that explains that Rikosh goes by a pseudonym in fandom and does not want his IRL name or address revealed. It’s written in a joking way, but I suspect he probably was concerned about career implications in a time when fandom was considered odd at best.

RIKOSH RUINATION or A BEER IS A BEER IS A BEER IS A BEER by Frank X.N. Wyerich & Durban Waite I was sitting in the living room of Jay T. Rikosh with Doc Clarke, Ruth Doschek, Lois Namiano, Carla Fringle, and someone named Rebecca whom Doc seemed to be flustered over. In the last issue there was a bit of fantasy done on a visit to the home of Jay; our host of the evening. Let me explain about Rikosh. Jay is a cantankerous, lecherous, lasciviously living local advertising artist that likes Doc (or owes him money) and abides the rest of us. He dislikes science fiction, fans and fandom, but has a great weakness for girls and his desire to immortalize them in his artwork. At least that is what he claims, and his girlfriend seems to accept. He refuses to allow his name to printed or his correct address as he has said "I don't want none of that crap littering up my mailbox, or my mind, as most of it is too f------- rough to use in the outhouse". As we get a perverted desire from being in his company (a desire to escape and find normal people) we put up with him. The address listed for him, the description of arrival to his place, and description of his house are all puposefully misleading as per his request. All else about the creep is factual unfortunately. Thus if and when any of you mistakenly write to Jay, you won't get through. You're better off. (Transcription edited/typos removed to help screen readers parse)

So what is the Jay T. Rikosh Award? It was a special award, conceived upon the publication of EoA, to be awarded to club members “For action and manner above and beyond the call of reason and fuggheadedness.” Ron Whittington, himself a later recipient of the award, wrote in the Sep. 1970 issue, “I must admit that Theis’ Eye of Argon novelette gave me a few minutes of great fun the other night. He is well deserving of this month’s JAY T. RIKOSH award and has my vote for this trophy!”

JAY T. RIKOSH AWARD NOMINATIONS This award is given monthly for conduct above and beyond the call of Reason, Sanity, Sobriety, Sincerity while being totally inane sublimely. No fan may have the honor or privilege of recieving this award two months consecutively. If the fan who is nominated wins the award, and isn't a member of OSFA, he or she is granted an a free membership that month. Further, the winner of the award can and may be addressed as Jay T. Rikosh. Permission granted by the noted artist (CAD) himself.

The Rikosh Award was a popularity contest in the club. Per the OSFAN December 1970 issue: “Of the local winners thus far… the one thing they have in common is that which earned the award for them. They are popular members of the club that did, created, or acted in a dunderheaded fashion. The award is never given to someone that is disliked or unpopular.” And Jim was the inaugural winner precisely because of all the lulz that EoA brought.

Of the three local winners thus far, Jim Theis, Ronald Whittington, and Robin Gronemeyer, they have one thing in common that earned this award for them. They are popular members of the club that did or created, or acted in a dunderheaded fashion. The award is never given to someone that is disliked or unpopular. It is a peculiar kind of popularity award, but it is that. Much like to all of you possible and potiential award winners out there.

In an OSFAN interview with Jim in the November 1970 issue, Giuseppe Caporale comments that he personally is proud of Jim for being such a good sport about all the teasing everyone gave him over the story.

CAPORALE: I think you should be given a pat on the back for such good sportsmanship. You showed real character.

THEIS: I didn’t know that. I mean, it was easier than showing bad character and inviting trouble.

OSFAN: I am personally proud of your story for OSFAN10, in the sense, that it is more than I could have done. Also the fact that when they were kidding you about it, you took it so well. I think you should be given a pat on the back for such good sportsmanship. You showed real character. THEIS: I didn't know that. I mean, it was easier than showing bad character and inviting trouble.

Throughout the pages of the zine, Jim is absolutely roasted for the story, and yet everyone also is completely delighted by it. In other words, the reaction of the entire SFF community over the decades to come, where parties were made of trying to read it without laughing… this was going on from the very beginning. This is why OSFAN published it in the first place. And Jim knew about this. He was in on the joke.

Great Green Alligators!: I completely forgot Vince Rhombers. He is trying to get the JAY T. RIKOSH Award by writing a story that is, in my opinion, an excellent satire on the Eye Of Argon (See OSFAN 10); however, he lays the inspirational blame elsewhere. Unfortunately, A) by the rules of the JAY T. RIKOSH Award he is ineligible since he is trying to get it, and B) the story has since gone into the fourth dimension unfinished. If the situation changes, I'll try to keep posted. Uh, back there where I say to see OSFAN 10, on second thought maybe you better not see it unless 1. you feel like getting hysterical 2. you feel like you need to pity someone 3. you don't believe me that you shouldn't read it 4. you aren't in any condition to read anything anyway 5. you happen to think you have an exceptionally strong stomach 6. you are so desparate to read something, anything and that happens to be the only literature within 6,738 miles in any direction Other than that be my guest. It is, after all, your stomach.

And the fact that he was in on the joke from the beginning makes some of the caricatures that the internet has tried to paint of him over the ensuing decades ring especially untrue. In particular, the portrayal of him as bitter in the unaired 1984 Hour 25 radio show. But I’ll get to that in a minute. First, let’s try to fill in what happened between EoA’s publication and when it became a cultural phenomenon.

In 1971, Jim graduated from Lindbergh High School. After that, he went to college and majored in journalism. I’m not sure where he went to school, but I’m assuming he stayed in the St. Louis area, in part because he was still in St. Louis as an adult, and in part because he was still a member of GraFan as of 1973, when he would have been a sophomore in college. Supposedly, a second Grignr story was published in that club’s zine in that year, but there are no archives of that zine.

In 1972, the OSFA folded, but that same year the St. Louis Science Fiction Society was founded, and many members of the OFSA migrated to that group—including, seemingly, Jim Theis. SLSFS began hosting Archon in 1977, a convention which continues to this day, and Jim was a regular attendee of the event annually.

Meanwhile, EoA was taking on a life of its own. Sometime in the 1970s (probably not long after its publication), scifi author Thomas N. Scortia sent his copy of OSFAN 10 to horror author Chelsea Quinn Yarbo. As previously alluded to, by the time Yarbo received her copy, the last page of the zine was missing, which meant the last page of the story was missing as well.

Yarbo shared EoA with friends of hers from the Mystery Writers of America (MWA) at a party, which led to a Locus reviewer who was at the party asking for a copy of it, which led to it being passed around the SFF fandom scene. Soon, EoA was being read aloud at SFF conventions across the country as a sort of party game.

From the 1980s onward, people started searching for Jim Theis, or so the story goes online. But in the hindsight of all the evidence, it soon starts to become apparent that maybe the reason Jim Theis went “undiscovered” for so long is because nobody wanted to hear the “boring” version of the story: That Jim Theis wasn’t an elaborate hoax, but just an ordinary kid from St. Louis.

In 2004, and updated in 2006, Lee Weinstein published a comprehensive article summarizing the search for Jim, which is reprinted in the Scholar’s Ebook Edition. Throughout Weinstein’s narrative, a familiar thread keeps popping up: People “finding” Jim and nobody believing them. For example, someone runs into a woman at a con who says she turned the crank on the mimeograph machine for the issue of OSFAN that included EoA. (Based on the November 1970 issue of OSFAN, this was probably Marsha Allen.) She mentioned that Jim was still active in fandom in St. Louis, but her account was quickly dismissed as hearsay.

The hosts of Hour 25, a Los Angeles-based SFF-related radio talk show, also managed to track him down with seemingly little problem. In 1984, they recorded a phone interview with Jim. This episode never aired, but it still exists, and some on the internet have heard it. To the extent that anyone believed in the existence of this interview, people only seemed interested in using it to portray Jim as someone with sour grapes.

There’s a circular reference on Wikipedia that uses David Langford’s website as a source, but in the linked article, Langford uses Wikipedia as his source. This circular reference states, “Theis is interviewed on the Californian radio talk show Hour 25, which has featured regular readings of The Eye of Argon. He declares himself unhappy that his youthful folly continues to be mocked, and says he’ll never write anything again.”

The true source of info about this interview is Susan Stepney, who posted her chronicle of learning about the interview and listening to it herself on her website. She was alerted to the existence of the interview by an emailer whose name is redacted. The emailer knew the interview was genuine because they had knowledge of the show, and they appear to be the source of the sour grapes quotation. However, they do not indicate that they’ve heard the interview, only that they know it exists. The version Stepney relays after personally listening to the interview is a lot more neutral; not that he “will never write again,” but simply that he’s not writing fiction anymore, since he’s now a journalist. She also notes that, as of 1984, he was still involved in fandom, and based on her recounting, he generally seemed pretty amiable about the situation, even offering to help find the missing last page.

Something that comes up again and again in Weinstein’s recounting of the search for Theis is the number of times people would come out of the woodwork outright saying they knew Jim and that he was still in fandom, but routinely be dismissed. Really, it wasn’t until Weinstein actually sat down to look for him—without preconceived notions about who he might really be—that anyone really seemed invested in actually finding the real Jim Theis.

Unfortunately, when Weinstein finally “found” Jim, it was too late. Jim Theis died on March 26, 2002, apparently of heart disease. (His family requested donations to the American Heart Association in his obituary, below.) His death was announced at the 2002 Archon. A friend of Weinstein happened to be in attendance, and he let him know that the subject of his research had passed.

THEIS, JAMES F., fortified with the Sacraments of Holy Mother Church, Tues., March 26, 2002; beloved husband of Barbara A. Theis (nee Molin); dear father of Nicholas and Matthew Theis: dear son of Lillian and the late Norbert Theis; dear son-in-law of Julius and Grace Molin; our dear brother-in-law, cousin and friend of many. Funeral from KUTIS AFFTON Chapel. 10151 Gravois, Tues., April 2, 11:30 a.m. Interment Resurrection Cemetery. Contri- butions to the American Heart Assn. or to St. Francis Borgia Church (311 W. 2nd St., Washington, MO 63090) appreciated. Visitation Mon., 4-8 p.m.

His obituary names Jim as a beloved husband, father, son, son-in-law, brother-in-law and cousin. But, importantly, it also names him as a “friend of many”. Anecdotes in Weinstein’s article indicate that he attended Archon annually from its inception, and he even participated in the joking readings of EoA that had swept the SFF scene over the decades. Jim had been a popular member of fandom in his teens, and he remained that throughout his life.

What strikes me the most is that the same people who say “little is known” about Jim Theis are the people who spent 30 years denying his existence in the first place. They built up a cult around his character, theorizing who he could be, even imagining that he was a satirical non-existant person created by a highly “establishment” writing workshop. More importantly, they dismissed the people who appeared over the years who said they knew Jim personally.

They didn’t want Jim to be an ordinary kid from the Ozarks. They especially didn’t want Jim to be a popular, well-liked, normal guy, one who remained active in fandom throughout his life. Lee Weinstein marvels in his essay at how Jim’s identity could have gone unrealized for 30 years when he was traveling in the same circles as the people looking for him. The answer is simple—they weren’t looking for the real Jim.

I will leave you with a quote from Jim about his thoughts on OSFA, from the interview with Giuseppe Caporale (in OSFAN 13): “Mostly, [members of OSFA] want to enjoy being with people of the same tastes: Science Fiction. They don’t have to convince each other they are SF fans; they belong to the club because it fills their need to belong.” I think Jim Theis really did belong.

...some members might decide to speak on Science Fiction and Science Fiction theory—and that becomes boring. If you want to talk just about Science Fiction you can always find someone to talk with. Members do talk Science Fiction because after all, that's what the club is all about. But they also talk sports, politics or anything else that comes to mind. Mostly, they want to enjoy being with people of the same tastes: Science Fiction. They don't have to convince each other they are SF fans; they belong to the club because it fills their needs to belong.

There’s more detail to the story that other people have expounded on previously, and I don’t want to retread old ground, if only because this thread is already long enough.

You can glean most of it from the pages on David Langford’s website: ansible.uk/misc/eyeargon-intro

If you want a deep dive, you can’t go wrong with the Scholar’s Edition: smashwords.com/books/view/48288

And, of course, the OSFAN archives: fanac.org/fanzines/OSFAn/index

Bonus: Much remark has been made of the fact that until 2005, every available copy of OSFAN 10 was missing the last page or even the last two pages. Allen comments that the stapling job of OFSAN was clearly subpar; unbeknownst to Allen (since the other issues of OSFAN were unavailable at the time of his writing), per the Dec. 1970 issue, JIM WAS THE ONE WHO STAPLED THE EOA ISSUE. The missing page was his own doing.

Everyone else often works on collating and/or cranking the mimeo. Or rather to rephrase the statement, 99% of all persons attending do some form of useful work in the course of the night. Of course, the very thought of one of them not working is dangerous. After all, consider the case of one Jim Theis. It seems to me that he not only refused to work in August, but had that (Let me see now, what can I euphemistically say without hurting his feelings too much?) CORRECTION: the Eye of Argon being printed that month as well. In the end he was stapling fanzines together, as some of you no doubt noticed when you received them. You can always tell something that Jim stapled.


So there’s the thread, preserved for posterity. One thing I am frustrated with myself about in terms of not backing this up sooner is that because of various quirks of federation, the replies on Mastodon are not loading for me anymore. There were some replies back when I posted this that offered more context about the fandom’s search for Jim in the 80s and 90s, from people who were there at the time, and I can’t remember for the life of me what they said. I can see there are replies to the thread, but can no longer view them. So if you’re someone who commented on this thread way back when I first posted it on Mastodon, and you come across this blog post, please weigh in in the comments! I know there was some extra info out there, I just can’t remember what it was.


Anyway, this is definitely something different, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I loved learning about Jim and his friends through the OSFAN archives and I hope that they will be remembered.

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