George Bartram

George Bartram was born of what the publisher thought at the time was necessity: my first two novels were bought by the same paperback publisher, thanks to an old friend and editor, Patrick O'Connor (yes, Virginia, it often really is whom you know, not what) and were immediately sold upwind to a hardback firm. The latter then insisted that it couldn't publish two books with the same author's name on them in one year, and so I had to find a pseudonym for the less literary of the two. Of course, that was the one that sold better - no matter that the other, OUR JO, written under my own name, remains my favorite.

Thirty-odd books later, I've written a lot under my own name and a number under yet another psuedonym (Gordon Kent) with my son, Christian Cameron. Gordon Kent was retired in the late eighties because I felt pretty well written out of that genre, and for a while I wrote only non-fiction under my own name.

George Bartram, however, was good to me and wrote several books I still like - THE AELIAN FRAGMENT, THE SUNSET GUN, MASTER OF SECRETS. And WHITE PERIL, an extended joke that's a parody of thrillers.