‘The joy when SF falls through the letterbox remains undiminished’

‘I’ve lost count of authors I’ve discovered through reading SF not to mention old ones rediscovered. Ursula Buchan’s essay on Wavell’s Other Men’s Flowers was particularly poignant. It was great to see Sandy McCall Smith singing your praises very eloquently in this month’s Scottish Field. I originally subscribed, many years ago, to after a flyer fell out of the London Review of Books with his endorsement. I’ve never regretted it and the joy when SF falls through the letterbox remains undiminished.’