![]() And now he's off in Nova Scotia, living among the stunted trees and frost heaves, where nobody - not even short - memoried editors - can reach him easily. Truth to tell, I don't remember if he sent in a manuscript through the mail first, or telephoned for an appointment to visit the office. The kid would shamble away, heartsick, the beautiful rainbow - hued bobble of his imagination burst by the sharp prick of reality. "I've just come to New York and I read every issue of Analog and I'd like to come up and see what a science fiction magazine office looks like," they would invariably say.Īdditional reference material included: The Titanic, End of a Dream by Wyn Craig Wade (Rawson Wade Publishers, 1979) The Maiden Voyage by Geoffrey Marcus (Viking, 1969) and Titanic, The Death and Life of a Legend by Michael Davie (Henry Holt, 1986).Ĭornell sensed the meeting was over and rose to leave. ![]() Many times young science fiction fans would come to Manhattan and phone me from Grand Central Station, which connected underground with the good old Graybar. "Admiral, how about the next of kin for the other fellow who died? A similar letter might be in order." Yet this is a work of fiction based partially on fact, and I can only ask their indulgence toward one who shares their love of the great liner. It is possible that Titanic buffs more expert than I will find technical lapses in this narrative. I'll do that."Īaron Priest, agent and old friend, for his usual support, encouragement, and advice. My sincere appreciation to the following: (What has this to do with Spider Robinson? Patience, friend.) Years worth of Manhattan soot clung to the walls. When Analog magazine was housed over at Graybar Building on Lexington Avenue, our offices were far from plush. The poor kid would come in and gape at the piles of manuscripts, the battered old metal desks, and mountains of magazines and stacks of artwork, the ramshackle filing cabinets and bookshelves. I'd tell them to come on up, but not to expect too much. "Sir," Cornell said softly, "Derek Montague had no living relatives." (However, there really was an 1898 novel called Futility, which uncannily predicted the Titanic's fate.) Thus, the interior scenes, like the characters participating in the two expeditions, are totally imaginary. The truth about the exploration of the Titanic's interior is that no human being has ever entered the sunken ship.
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