Orville Baynerton is an author of Science Fiction / Fantasy / Alternate History novels, including the best-selling Dragons Of World War II series.
Yesterday was a pretty rough day for me.
It started out so well: on the way to a book signing at Borders, I stopped in to Dunkin’ Donuts and ordered a 32-oz Vanilla Bean Coolatta®, which was so delicious I ordered a second one to-go!
That’s when my luck took a turn. I spilled my second Coolatta® all over myself AND the equipment I was bringing for the multimedia part of my presentation. Then, I arrived at the 32nd St. Borders only to find that it was now an empty building! Apparently they closed last month and my publicist hadn’t bothered to re-confirm with them after the initial booking was made at the beginning of the year. I saw a couple of twentysomethings dressed as Hitler hanging around out front, and naturally assumed that they were fans of mine, no doubt disappointed, as I was, that the event was not happening. I approached them, thinking I would give them a thrill, only to learn that they had not read my books and had never heard of me. Just two guys dressed up like Hitler, apparently commemorating his death in their own fashion.
That leads me to the next bad break of the day: the death of OBL, which is all anyone can talk about. I’m of course, as delighted as the next person about his passing, but this is going to mean a significant overhaul in the outline for my next series of books- my Dragons Of World War III series, which was to feature Hitler and his Dragons emerging from a portal to 2012 and teaming up with Bin Laden and his Al Qaeda forces to start a third World War. Just incredibly frustrating, I’ve put so much work into working out the precise plot points for a series of five books, only to have to essentially re-work the entire thing from start to finish. If I didn’t have this 32-oz. Vanilla Bean Coolatta® in my hand, I’d be one very unhappy man right now.
I have a few more days in NYC to sight-see and do some interviews, then it’s back to the calm and quiet of my ranch-style home in Brazito, Missouri, where I can get back to the real work.
Once again, so-called WWII “historican” Anthony Beevor has taken to trashing my work, calling my novels "non-serious", "lazy", and "rife with historical inaccuracies." Well, let me say something: I tried reading a couple of his books, and I didn’t even finish them. If that’s lazy, then I guess you can call me “lazy.”
Who does this guy think he is, anyway? He doesn’t “own” history, and I think he’s jealous because I get to have dragons in my books and he doesn’t. I make it a point never to care what negative things people say about my work, and this guy is no exception. Who cares what he says, anyway? No one, that’s who. Certainly not me.
And they’re not “inaccuracies”, Antony— the discovery of the portals to the realm of the Magical Dragons had a widespread effect on the way history played out. And yes, that includes the way some things were spelled.
I don’t want this to escalate into some kind of “literary feud” because, for one thing, I don’t think non-fiction books count as “literature.” Anybody can just compile a bunch of facts and figures, so what?
I’m gonna choose to rise above this and be the bigger man here. So, fuck you, Antony Beevor!