I remember the Nebulas themselves very
well. Quinn gave me a banquet ticket and I sat at Fritz Leiber's
table. He spoke with a gent there about the death of his wife.
Bloch, on the dais, lamented the ink and paper wasted on fanzines
- but delighted Marilyn and Chip Delany when
he announced "Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious
Stones" as the winner of the Best Short Story Nebula.
Ellison won the Best Novella honor for "A
Boy and His Dog". He simply thanked the crowd and sat down.
Winner of the big Nebula of the night was
Ursula K. LeGuin, for her masterpiece, The Left Hand
of Darkness. Quinn had told me to snap candid shots
of her during the conference, which - since Ms. LeGuin was so
camera-shy - made me feel like a heel. She was so pleased by
the award, however, that she endured my flash with charm. She
also autographed my copy of the book, viz: