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FOREWORD

I had always planned to quit the writing business as soon as that mortgage was paid off. I had never had any literary ambitions, no training for it, no interest in itЧ backed into it by accident and stuck with it to pay off debt, I being always firmly resolved to quit the silly bus iness once I had my chart squared away.
At a meeting of the Mai~ana Literary SocietyЧan amorphous disorganization having as its avowed purpose Уto permit young writers to talk out their stories to each other in order to get them off their minds and thereby save themselves the trouble of writing them downФЧat a gathering of this noble group I was expounding my determination to retire from writing once my bills were paidЧin a few weeks, during 1940, if the tripe continued to sell.
William A. P. White (УAnthony BoucherФ) gave me a sour look. УDo you know any retired writers?Ф
УHow could I? All the writers IТve ever met are in this room.
УIrrelevant. You know retired school teachers, retired naval officers, retired policemen, retired farmers. Why donТt you know at least one retired writer?Ф
УWhat are you driving at?Ф
УRobert, there are no retired writers. There are writers who have stopped selling. . . but they have not stopped writing.
I pooh-poohed BillТs remarksЧpossibly what he said applied to writers in general. . . but I wasnТt really a writer; I was just a chap who needed money and happened to discover that pulp writing offered an easy way to grab some without stealing and without honest work. (УHonest workФЧa euphemism for underpaid bodily exertion, done standing up or on your knees, often in bad weather or other nasty circumstances, and frequently involving shovels, picks, hoes, assembly lines, tractors, and unsympathetic supervisors. It has never appealed to me.
Sitting at a typewriter in a nice warm room, with no boss, cannot possibly be described as Уhonest work.Ф)
BLOWUPS HAPPEN sold and I gave a mortgageburning party. But I did not quit writing at once (24 Feb 1940) because, while I had the Old Man of the Sea (that damned mortgage) off my back, there were still some other items. I needed a new car; the house needed paint and some repairs; I wanted to make a trip to New York; and it would not hurt to have a couple of hundred extra in the bank as a cushionЧand I had a dozen-odd stories in file, planned and ready to write.
So I wrote MAGIC, INCORPORATED and started east on the proceeds, and wrote THEY and SIXTH COLUMN while I was on that trip. The latter was the only story of mine ever influenced to any marked degree by John W. Campbell, Jr. He had in file an unsold story he had written some years earlier. JWC did not show me his manuscript; instead he told me the story line orally and stated that, if I would write it, he would buy it.
He needed a serial; I needed an automobile. I took the brass check.
Writing SIXTH COLUMN was a job I sweated over. I had to reslant it to remove racist aspects of the original story line. And I didnТt really believe the pseudoscientific rationale of CampbellТs three spectraЧso I worked especially hard to make it sound realistic.
It worked out all right. The check for the serial, plus 35~ in cash, bought me that new car.. . and the book editions continue to sell and sell and sell, and have earned more than forty times as much as I was paid for the serial. So it was a financial success. . but I do not consider it to be an artistic success.
While I was back east I told Campbell of my plans to quit writing later that year. He was not pleased as I was then his largest supplier of copy. I finally said, УJohn, I am not going to write any more stories against deadlines. But I do have a few more stories on tap that I could write. IТll send you a story from time to time.. . until the day
comes when you bounce one. At that point weТre through. Now that I know you personally, having a story rejected by you would be too traumatic.Ф
So I went back to California and sold him CROOKED
HOUSE and LOGIC OF EMPIRE and UNIVERSE and
SOLUTION UNSATISFACTORY and METHUSELAHТS
CHILDREN and BY HIS BOOTSTRAPS and COMMON
SENSE and GOLDFISH BOWL and BEYOND THIS
HORIZON and WALDO and THE UNPLEASANT
PROFESSION OF JONATHAN HOAGЧwhich brings
us smack up against World War II.
Campbell did bounce one of the above (and I shanТt say which one) and I promptly retiredЧput in a new irrigation systemЧbuilt a garden terraceЧ~resumed serious photography, etc. This went on for about a month when I found that I was beginning to be vaguely ill: poor appetite, loss of weight, insomnia, jittery, absentmindedЧmuch like the early symptoms of pulmonary tuberculosis, and I thought, УDamn it, am I going to have still a third attack?Ф
Campbell dropped me a note and asked why he hadnТt heard from me?ЧI reminded him of our conversation months past: He had rejected one of my stories and that marked my retirement from an occupation that I had never planned to pursue permanently.
He wrote back and asked for another look at the story he had bounced. I sent it to him, he returned it promptly with the recommendation that I take out this comma, speed up the 1st half of page umpteen, delete that adjectiveЧfiddle changes that Katie Tarrant would have done if told to.
I sat down at my typewriter to make the suggested changes.. . and suddenly realized that I felt good for the first time in weeks.
Bill УTony BoucherФ White had been dead right. Once you get the monkey on your back there is no cure short of the grave. I can leave the typewriter alone for weeks, even months, by going to sea. I can hold off for any necessary time if I am strenuously engaged in some other full-time,
worthwhile occupation such as a con~ctruction job, a political campaign, or (damn it!) recovering from illness.
But if I simply loaf for more than two or three days, that monkey starts niggling at me. Then nothing short of a few thousand words will soothe my nerves. And as I get older the attacks get worse; it is beginning to take 300,000 words and up to produce that feeling of warm satiation. At that I donТt have it in its most virulent form; two of my colleagues are reliably reported not to have missed their daily fix in more than forty years.
The best that can be said for SOLUTION UNSATISFACTORY is that the solution is still unsatisfactory and the dangers are greater than ever. There is little satisfaction in having called the turn forty years ago; being a real-life Cassandra is not happy-making.
SOLUTION UNSATISFACTORY


In 1903 the Wright brothers flew at Kitty Hawk. In December, 1938, in Berlin, Dr. Hahn split the uranium atom.
In April, 1943, Dr. Estelle Karst, working under the Federal Emergency Defense Authority, perfected the Karst-Obre technique for producing artificial radioactives.
So American foreign policy had to change.
Had to. Had to. It is very difficult to tuck a bugle call back into a bugle. PandoraТs Box is a one-way propositiori. You can turn pig into sausage, but not sausage into pig. Broken eggs stay broken. УAll the KingТs horses and all the KingТs men canТt put Humpty together again.Ф
I ought to knowЧI was one of the KingТs men.
By rights I should not have been. I was not a professional military man when World War II broke out, and when Congress passed the draft law I drew a high number, high enough to keep me out of the army long enough to die of old age.
Not that very many died of old age that generation! But I was the newly appointed secretary to a freshman congressman; I had been his campaign manager and my former job had left me. By profession, I was a high-school teacher of economics and sociology-school boards donТt like teachers of social subjects actually to deal with social problemsЧand my contract
was not renewed. I jumped at th~ chance to go to Washington.
My congressman was named Manning. Yes, the Manning, Colonel Clyde C. Manning, U. S. Army retiredЧMr. Commissioner Manning. What you may not know about him is that he was one of the ArmyТs No. 1 experts in chemical warfare before a leaky heart put him on the shelf. I had picked him, with the help of a group of my political associates, to run against the two-bit chiseler who was the incumbent in our district. We needed a strong liberal candidate and Manning was tailor-made for the job. He had served one term in the grand jury, which cut his political eye teeth, and had stayed active in civic matters thereafter.
Being a retired army officer was a political advantage in vote-getting among the more conservative and well-to-do citizens, and his record was O.K. for the other side of the fence. IТm not primarily concerned with vote-getting; what I liked about him was that, though he was liberal, he was tough-minded, which most liberals arenТt. Most liberals believe that water runs downhill, but, praise God, itТll never reach the bottom.
Manning was not like that. He could see a logical necessity and act on it, no matter how unpleasant it might be.

We were in ManningТs suite in the House Office Building, taking a little blow from that stormy first session of the Seventy-eighth Congress and trying to catch up on a mountain of correspondence, when the War Department called. Manning answered it himself.