Years have passed

When it came to appraising literature, BP had a jeweller's eye. It was his high valuation that led to me reading "Santiago" (1986), in which outer space is the ultimate wild frontier populated by a gallery of alien rogues, and thus converted me to author Mike Resnick's masterful myth-making. Now, as I turn the pages of "The Return Of Santiago" (2003), a recent gleeful discovery at Galaxy, it's like reconnecting with two old friends. I raise my glass of English ale to you, BP, wherever you are and whatever you're doing. Maybe one day I'll learn the rest of your story.