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"...The agricultural economy has also been hit hard. In the east, many producers reported losing virtually all of their harvest. Dumile and ended the season of mangoes and farms darlings Salazie are also devastated. Agricultural Chamber of Reunion laments 40 million loss for farmers Reunion."Chokos, although never exactly popular in Australia, were nevertheless, widely used, mostly to make choko jam but also to boil to grim death. Choko vines were a common lounger on innercity paling fences, dropping their fruits right beside the dunny (outhouse).They are much more expensive now, now that that type of neighbourhood is history. But chokos have never lost their fascination to me. I like to eat them raw, but often leave them to age because they have such personality. That inclination to go wild when no one is looking ...
I was young and foolish and very keen to have the job, which for some reason seemed to me to be glorious in its marginality and fascinating in its monotony.Starting out with a very funny job interview (to be a slush reader) in which honesty conquers ‘taste’, this charming novella is about the writer as a young man; specifically, his moonlighting for an Israeli science fiction publisher. Heavens Publishing, Inc. owned by Nathan Katzenberg.
“Here’s your desk,” said Katzenberg, this time with his reading glasses on, and pointed to a part of his desk that really didn’t look any different from the rest of it, being covered with papers and ash. An ancient swivel chair had been placed to the side, so that Katzenberg and I would sit in a right angle to each other.The romance of it all!
Katzenberg pushed a big stack of paper in my direction. “Those are the stories we received last week,” he said. “You can start”He quickly learns that most stories are “really not” good. And that even if he thinks something in one might have something in it that works for him, that’s no basis for passing it up the line to Katzenberg.
I remember thinking to myself, That’s it. Now you’re a member of the editorial staff of a science fiction and fantasy magazine. And not just any magazine, but the famous Starlight, no less. It was a dream come true.
“Is this your idea of a good idea?” Katzenberg said, and one of his eyebrows rose reproachfully.The story is unforgettable if read only for the relationship between these two. The inscrutable Katzenberg, kind, impatient, and maddeningly skilled, can tell how any story ends when just told a scrap about the beginning. The writer learns how to write, how not to write, and how many stories submitted to the magazine are unoriginal while some that aren’t, are so badly written that they fail as well.
Soon enough, Katzenberg says, “Do you consider all of the stories that you’ve read so far to be of an insufficient quality?”
“I . . .” I said.
“With this machine,” he tells his old father, “anyone can write a story… I am going to manufacture and sell it in this country…In course of time, every home in the country will possess one and we will produce more stories than any nation in the world. Now we are a little backward. Except for Ramayana and Mahabharata, those old stories, there is no modern writing, whereas in America alone every publishing season ten thousand books are published… Today we have to compete with advanced countries not only in economics and industry, but also in culture.”Good observers need no machine, Lavie Tidhar has proved that. And so has Nir Yaniv. May his words be translated more and more. And thank you, Lavie, for all your fine work. You’re not only a fine writer, but a generous one. I look forward to reading those works you’ve both collaborated on, too. It would be cruel to have us depend only our imaginations for Retzach Bidyoni (Fictional Murder).