When it comes to true humility in the face of history nothing beats complete silence.
More than fantasy or even science fiction Ray Bradbury wrote horror and like so many great horror writers he was himself utterly without fear of anything. He wasn’t afraid of looking uncool – he wasn’t scared to openly love innocence or to be optimistic or to write sentimentally when he felt that way.
I loved fantasy but I particularly loved the stories in which somebody got out of where they were and into somewhere better – as in the ‘Chronicles Of Narnia’ ‘The Wizard Of Oz’ ‘The Phantom Tollbooth’ the ‘Dungeons & Dragons’ cartoon on Saturday morning in the ’80s.
Growing up in the ’70s and ’80s science fiction and especially fantasy had such a stigma attached to them. I felt so punished and exiled for being devoted to these things.
Becoming an author changes your attitude too. Once you see where books come from and how they’re made they never seem quite as sacred again.
I’m happy to report that ‘The New Press’ is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.
I’ve drunk Amazon’s free Diet Coke. Nothing makes more sense to me than a company trying to make bookselling into a profitable business. I’m not anti-Amazon and I’m not pro-publishers either. I’m pro-books.
And I’m not as young as I once was. At my age I don’t have time to be bored.
One already feels like an anachronism writing novels in the age of what-ever-this-is-the-age-of but touring to promote them feels doubly anachronistic. The marketplace is showing an increasing intolerance for the time-honored practice of printing information on paper and shipping it around the country.