When I was a book editor for Houghton Mifflin in Boston, I’d get to attend Science Fiction Cons as the Director of Paperback Publishing. My entre to the convention were the titles Houghton published: the Lord of the Rings books. After a day of convention work, the editors from various science fiction houses would repair to the party suite for a beverage of choice… many beverages of choice.
[What was that like? Well, you’ve haven’t really lived until you’ve seen a 280lb Princess Leia in flowing white chiffon dress with a beard. ]
A constant complaint among the editors was that science fiction and fantasy in the 1980s just wasn’t much good. [Little did they know of the utter train wreck and degradation of science fiction that has taken over the genre today.]
One house however was still publishing those ripping space opera yarns of rockets and aliens and aliens carrying off white women at every opportunity. That was DAW books. One evening one or more of the drunken SF editors stood up and belted out:
Give us DAW books!
They’re not so bad.
We want the future
That we’ve always had!
SpaceX is giving us our future back.