Bury My Heart At W. H. Smith’s. Brian Aldiss
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Название: Bury My Heart At W. H. Smith’s

Автор: Brian Aldiss

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Научная фантастика


isbn: 9780007482139




       Bury My Heart at W. H. Smith’s

      Although these pages necessarily

      exclude the family they are dedicated to the family and in particular to WENDY and MARK


       Title Page



       Apéritif: Bury My Heart at W. H. Smith’s

       1 My First Editor

       2 Three Pounds a Week

       3 Vienna Steak, Heinz Salad Cream

       4 Imaginary Diaries

       5 Elegy for Minor Poets

       6 Recuperation: a Brief Chapter

       7 In the Big Spaceship

       8 Following in SPB’s Footsteps

       9 I Dream Therefore I Become

       10 Helping Writers – and Otherwise

       11 An Evening in London, a Weekend in Nottingham

       12 White Hopes, Black Olives

       13 Wandering Scholars

       14 Critic in a Jacuzzi

       15 Stubbs Soldiers On

       16 Medan, Malacia, Ermalpa, Avernus

       17 From Oxford to Italy

       18 Charivari

       Appendix: The Brood of Mary, by Nicholas Ruddick

       Works Cited

       About the Author


       About the Publisher


      Here’s a report on writing life and the book trade before computers and electronics took over the literary world; before the flowering of Twitter and microblogging.

      Bury My Heart at W. H. Smith’s was first published in 1990. I had completed it in some haste, since I was due to work with Stanley Kubrick on a proposed film. The pressure was on to find a title. Standing at Paddington Station, I saw a revolving wire rack filled with paperbacks for sale. In the bottom bracket I found a grubby copy of Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, Dee Brown’s Indian history of the American West. Almost instantly I said to myself, ‘Oh yes, of course. Bury My Heart at W. H. Smiths! Yes, that would be fun.’

      At the time, W. H. Smith’s did not like my title and failed to stock the book.

      Well, so much for them. Re-reading the text after almost twenty-five years, I find myself charmed and amused by its unbounded enthusiasms. Also, surprised – revived, in fact! Ah, the people I knew. Ah, my meteoric rise into obscurity!

      So here it is, still warm from the oven, a recipe book of a young writer’s life: serious, yes, but also jolly, and juicy with anecdotes and personalities. A rumbustious pleasure of a book, bursting with zeal, angst and hope.

      Brian Aldiss

      Oxford, 2012


       Bury My Heart at W. H. Smith’s

      The train was crossing India from west to east. It ran steadily over the wide Ganges plain, from Agra towards Jamalpur, the weight of the brilliant day bearing down upon its carriages. I stared out of the window, stared and stared, absorbed in the landscape.

      Nothing was to be seen but the wastes of the plain and the sky above it. A tree, a thatched hut, stood here or there, as pallid as the earth itself. In that dry season, there was no sign of the river; it had dwindled like a shrivelled limb.

      Peasants worked on the plain, sometimes near the tracks, sometimes distantly. Unlike the peasants of China, these were isolated one from another. The sun had burned them hollow. They toiled almost naked. Some stood upright, working with hoes, while others were bent double. They appeared motionless, like figures on a frieze.

      And they laboured on the plain every day of their lives.

      Monotony was their lot. How did a man’s thoughts run, out there on the baked mud? What would he have to tell at sunset?

      ‘I was up before dawn and took a handful of rice. Then I worked, СКАЧАТЬ