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Garfield and Judith Reeves-Stevens
by Robert J. Sawyer
Copyright © 2006 by Robert J.
Sawyer
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Robert J. Sawyer wrote this tribute to his great friends Garfield and Judith Reeves-Stevens
for the program book for MileHiCon 38 in 2006 at which they and he were
jointly guests of honor.
If you call their house which used to belong to Liam Neeson
you get Gar and Judy's answering machine. And it says, "You've
reached the Reeves-Stevens." Not, mind you, the
"Reeves-Stevenses." Granted, lopping off the last two letters
saves a little time in their joint byline (I vividly recall one
book on which their names were accidentally truncated on the
spine), but there's more to this shortening than that. Over on
the Star Trek lot, Gar and Judy were nicknamed the Binars,
after the paired aliens from Next Generation who finished
each other's sentences. It's no surprise to old friends of
theirs like me; we always call them "Garandjudy" as if it were a
single word.
For the record, back before they became their own two-person
Borg collective, he was Francis Garfield Stevens and she was
Judith Evelyn Reeves, both living in Toronto. When I first met
them, back in the 1980s, they were already married, and it was
amazing to see, even then, how close to telepathic their
relationship was.
Gar and Judy met when they were both working on educational
publishing in Canada. Judy edited a series called "Energy
Literacy" for use in schools, and Gar had already written a few
horror novels, starting with Bloodshift in 1981. Their
first collaboration was a Star Trek novel called Memory
Prime, which they began while living in Toronto. But by the
time they'd finished it, they'd moved to Los Angeles, just a
short distance from the Paramount lot. That led to them being
invited to write The Making of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,
and other Trek-related books, including Star Trek Phase
II, probably the only "Making of" book ever for a television
series that never aired.
Their involvement with Star Trek books led to them
being asked to take a meeting with fellow Canadian William
Shatner, to see if they might be the right people to collaborate
with him on novels about Captain Kirk. They hit it off at once,
and the trio have now produced nine Kirk novels.
The Shatner connection also led to Gar and Judy becoming involved
with Star Trek: Enterprise, as story editors in the final
(and best) season. Talks were underway to bring Shatner on for a
guest-starring role, and he made clear that no writers understood
Kirk better that the Reeves-Stevenses. By this time, they'd
racked up impressive TV credentials of their own, including
Batman: The Animated Series and Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle's The Lost World (they'd spent a year in Australia as
supervising producers on the latter), and so were readily hired
on as Enterprise staffers (and they appear on-screen in
the final episode).
Besides being superb storytellers, Gar and Judy love working
out details, and treating inconsistencies as challenges (who knew
that the Borg homeworld was also V'Ger's "planet of living
machines"? Gar and Judy, that's who ...). They thrive on being
painted into a corner, and then finding an inventive and
surprising way out.
In fact, early in my own career, I'd painted myself into a
corner with my first trilogy, The Quintaglio Ascension (the
trilogy title, incidentally, was Gar's coinage). In the first
book, Far-Seer,
I'd established that there was only one
continent on my whole alien world, and yet in the second book,
Fossil Hunter,
I needed to send a Darwin-like character on
a sea voyage of discovery so he could uncover the principle of
natural selection. After struggling for weeks over this, I
happened to mention the problem to Gar and Judy. Gar saved my
bacon, and my series, by saying three words: "Polar ice caps."
Although we've been friends for two decades now, most of it
has been after Gar and Judy moved to Los Angeles, and I regret
that; I wish I'd gotten to know them earlier. But, as I once
quipped and, Gar and Judy, with their perfect memories,
recently quoted back to me there's a Pauli Exclusion Principle
as applied to science-fiction writers: only a limited number are
allowed in any area. I moved into Thornhill, a northern suburb
of Toronto, just after they moved out. I wish it were possible
for us to spend more time together in the same place, but as
Scotty might say, "I canna change the laws of physics!"
And so I've got to be content just to rendezvous with them
fleetingly when the conditions are exactly right for spatial
interphase which they happen to be (so long as no Tholians
intrude to throw off my calculations) right here in Denver this
very weekend. Lucky me and lucky you, too! Enjoy meeting the
Binars ...
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