Around 1960, Forry (who sometimes referred to himself as “the Ackermonster”) spun off the short-lived but interesting Spacemen, a magazine which covered science fiction films. In 1960, I sent a story to Spacemen. It was, as well as I can remember, the first story I ever submitted for publication. I don’t recall the title, but I was still in the Ro-Man phase of my development, and this particular tale undoubtedly owed a great deal to the killer ape with the goldfish bowl on his head.
My story was rejected, but Forry kept it. (Forry keeps everything, which anyone who has ever toured his house—the Ackermansion—will tell you.) About twenty years later, while I was signing autographs at a Los Angeles bookstore, Forry turned up in line . . . with my story, single-spaced and typed with the long-vanished Royal typewriter my mom gave me for Christmas the year I was eleven. He wanted me to sign it to him, and I guess I did, although the whole encounter was so surreal I can’t be completely sure. Talk about your ghosts. Man oh man.
Nobody ever asks about the language.
They ask the DeLillos and the Updikes and the Styrons, but they don’t ask popular novelists. Yet many of us proles also
care about the language, in our humble way, and care passionately about the art and craft of telling stories on paper.
What follows is an attempt to put down, briefly and simply, how I came to the craft, what I know about it now, and how it’s done. It’s about the day job; it’s about the language.
citesc cartea lui Stephen King “On Writing”. nu-mi place King pentru ca nu-mi plac SF-urile, dar cartea aceasta pe jumatate autobiografica, pe jumatate despre tehnicile de scris sper sa ma motiveze pentru a ma apuca de un proiect maricel care e in plan. si pentru care nu-mi gasesc inca entuziasmul.
am cartea lui King in pdf, nu cred ca va fi tradusa la noi, asa ca pentru cine e fan, as putea sa o trimit pe mail.
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