For one fateful weekend, the annual science fiction and fantasy convention, Rubicon, has all but taken over a usually ordinary hotel. Now the halls are alive with Trekkies, tech nerds, and fantasy gamers in their Viking finery *all of them eager to hail their hero, bestselling fantasy author Appin Dungannon: a diminutive despot whose towering ego more than compensates for his 5' 1" height . . . and whose gleeful disdain for his fawning fans is legendary.
Hurling insults and furniture with equal abandon, the terrible, tiny author proceeds to alienate ersatz aliens and make-believe warriors at warp speed. But somewhere between the costume contest and the exhibition Dungeons & Dragons game, Dungannon gets done in. While die-hard fans of Dungannon's seemingly endless sword-and-sorcery series wonder how they'll go on and hucksters wonder how much they can get for the dead man's autograph, a hapless cop wonders, Who would want to kill Appin Dungannon? But the real question, as the harried convention organizers know, is Who wouldn't ?
Not a book easy to find (I downloaded it as a library e-audiobook) - this was McCrumb's first book - and it got an Edgar for it's depiction of an SF Con. Interesting now as a period piece as it is extremely dated in its rendition of the F/SF landscape. Enjoyable enough, but... there is an antipathy for the milieu despite the female protagonist's being an English prof who teaches an SF course. Partway through the (only) sequel, Zombies of the Gene Pool, and it is again an interesting enough story - but her attitude toward fandom seems more pitying than sympathetic, which I think works against the story.