Fredric Brown

Brown lived in the late 1940s in Taos, New Mexico. He usually spent afternoons in a local bar with his friends and wrote at night, producing some of his best works. "Fred was a genius of sorts, I suppose. He was a compulsive storyteller; and made up stories or bits of stories in his every waking moment. Wherever he went he would look at something or somebody - a bus driver, a woman with a baby carriage, a boy on a bicycle - and say to himself, "What if?" And the he'd be off on a fine fugue of ideas, chortling as each fell neatly into place." (Walt Sheldo

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