"Charles L. Grant - Secrets of the Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Charles L) SECRETS OF THE
HEART Charles L. Grant When Poul Anderson was president of SFWA, the job nearly killed him; and when his term was over, there were few suckers willing to take the position. Eventually I was talked into it; I accepted on the condition that we radically transform the organization. A committee of ex-presidents and other interested people was created, and thorough reforms proposed. One needed reform was to hire an executive secretary, someone to do much of the routine work that was killing off presidents. Unfortunately, SFWA had almost no money. тАЬThatтАЩs all right,тАЭ one of the ex-presidents said. тАЬWeтАЩll find some starving young writer and pay him enough to let him live in a garret.тАЭ And lo, the search began. We wanted someone articulate, willing to work for beans, and living in New York; and oddly enough there were quite a few candidates for the post. Unfortunately, although all were articulate and eager and willing to work for slave wages, none lived in New York City; and we really did need someone able to get to PublishersтАЩ Row and pound on desks once in a while. Then Charles L. Grant applied. He lived in New Jersey, only an hour by bus from Manhattan. HeтАЩd been writing for several years, but his career was more about the writing business, and Lord knows, the SFWA post would teach him that. So I hired him. I admit I had reservations. Charlie seemed so mild-mannered and polite that I wondered if he would be tough enough to survive in a post that a lot of young writers thought they could fill better than he could. I neednтАЩt have worried. Charles L. Grant turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to SFWA, and the organization probably wouldnтАЩt still exist if he hadnтАЩt put in his years of service. Since that time, Charles Grant has become well known. He edits Shadows, a series of horror-story anthologies, and has almost singlehandedly revived the quiet, understated horror story. тАЬSecrets of the HeartтАЭ is typical Grant, and itтАЩs no surprise that it was nominated for a Nebula. IтАЩm all alone in the house now, a terrible thing to be when youтАЩre used to so many people being around all the time. But the others are gone. A few of them, of course, were able to leave when I changed my mind. A few. And some of them died. A lot of them. It wasnтАЩt my fault, though. All I did was show them. Once they |
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