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A public conversation about our worlds.

  • Monday: Morgan J. Locke
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The Bronx is Up, Right?

May 3rd, 2007 by Bradley Denton

The City So Nice, They Named It Twice 

Some years ago, when one of my books was about to be published in France, the French acquiring editor telephoned me to get acquainted. It was a kind and friendly gesture on his part, and I truly enjoyed our conversation.

But he did ask one question that startled me:

“So,” he said. “Will you be moving to New York any time soon?”

Friends, that threw me for a loop. I couldn’t have been more flummoxed if he’d asked me whether I would be scooping out my brains and scrambling them with my breakfast eggs any time soon.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing but admiration for everyone out there who has lived, is living, or will be living in the city that’s variously known as Gotham . . . Metropolis . . . America’s Downtown . . . The Big Apple . . . and Gateway to Hoboken. New York City is amazing in a million different ways, and I’m in awe of the place and all that it contains.

I absolutely understand why it’s an ideal place for a writer to live, if only for a while.

But as for me:  I could no sooner live there, even for a month, than I could eat a tractor tire.

As Dirty Harry once said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.”

I wish I were in New York City tonight, though. Because if I were, I could go to the Tribeca Film Festival to see a documentary film by Fred Barney Taylor entitled THE POLYMATH, OR THE LIFE AND OPINIONS OF SAMUEL R. DELANY, GENTLEMAN.

On the off chance that anyone visiting Eat Our Brains wouldn’t already know:

Samuel R. “Chip” Delany, author of THE EINSTEIN INTERSECTION, DHALGREN, NEVERYON, and STARS IN MY POCKET LIKE GRAINS OF SAND (among many other novels), is one of the most fascinating human beings to have ever written science fiction – or anything else. He’s an African-American child of New York City, an erudite literary critic, a sharp and shocking creator of short fiction (if you haven’t read “Aye, and Gomorrah . . .” – go read it now), and a prolific genius as a novelist. He’s also had an incredibly full life away from his writing desk, and the word on the Information Highway is that Mr. Delany discusses that life with full candor in THE POLYMATH.

As a student at the University of Kansas, I was privileged to hear Mr. Delany lecture and read from his work while he did a brief stint on campus as Writer in Residence. (This was yet another educational experience for which I can thank Professor James Gunn, who was responsible for bringing Mr. Delany to Lawrence.) And then, years later, I happened to run into Mr. Delany during one of my rare visits to Manhattan . . . while we were both stuck in one of the astonishingly slow-moving elevators in the Flatiron Building.

I didn’t mind. It gave me a few minutes of conversation with one of my heroes. (He may have felt otherwise, but he was so polite and pleasant that I never would have known.)

I can’t think of any author whose life and work have been more different from my own life and work.

And yet I also can’t think of any author from whom I’ve learned more.

But for me, that’s always been the whole point of reading – and of reading science fiction in particular. When I open a book, I want to be smacked upside the brain by something I don’t already know, written by someone who’s seen things I’ve never seen. And who has the guts and skill to show me.

Again, don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to put down books that are by and about people who are like me.

It’s just that . . . well, hell, I can write those.

So, to summarize:  No, I could never live in New York City.

But God, how I love it.

And I love Chip Delany, too.

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If someone hears of THE POLYMATH becoming available for viewing on the Web or on DVD, y’all let me know, okay?

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And now, here’s a link to a video that’s New York City through and through:

The Ramones and the Amazing Spider-Man

Posted in Brad, Fiction, People, Pop. Culture, Science Fiction, Writing | 7 Comments »

7 Responses

  1. Madeleine Robins Says:

    When we still lived in New York, my (now 17 year old) daughter and I would run into Chip on the 104 bus or at the Barnes and Noble on 81st Street. SG, who was maybe five at the time, would be a little awed by this stocky, heavily bearded, very courtly man. I think she thought he was Santa Claus, a notion of which Chip never disabused her. I don’t know that she ever realized that Mama was pretty awed too, for entirely different reasons.

    One of the eight million reasons I love New York is the casual way that you can run into Santa Claus–or Chip Delany–in an elevator or a bus.

  2. Maureen McQ Says:

    I first met Chip when my first novel was soon to come out and I stood around feeling stupid. One of the pleasures of publishing my first novel was that I felt that in writing it I was having a conversation with his work, but of course, he couldn’t hear it. I asked Tor to send a copy to him and they gave him one.

    Then he taught it in a science fiction class.

    I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

  3. Morgan J. Locke Says:

    Oh my God. I want to see that documentary. Delany is one of my heros, too.

    PS I lived in NYC for a while, and it totally rocked. But you really have to have a LOT of money to live there for any time, with any degree of comfort.

  4. Madeleine Robins Says:

    Or get very lucky in buying a home below the market value…

    Of course I now live in San Francisco, which is even more expensive. (No, I didn’t think it was possible either, but it is. I believe London beats them both, but London gets point for being, I mean, like, London.)

  5. Bud Simons Says:

    My one year in NYC, 1977, taught me that New York is only livable if you have enough money to get away from it on a regular basis.

  6. Ken Houghton Says:

    Dangitall; last time I ran into Someone Famous on the elevator in the Flatiron building, it was Joan Collins. (Did run into Jack Womack over by the Donnell last week, though; does that count?)

    Bud Simons–where were you when I needed you with that piece of information?

    I suspect you can put the DVD on your Netflix queue.

    (As a collateral question, though, when has Chip ever been quiet about his “private” life? See The Motion of Light in Water or Blood and Wine, op cit. et seq.)

  7. Fred Barney Taylor Says:

    The Polymath, or the Life and Opinions of Samuel R. Delany, Gentleman, has been available for on-line purchase for some time. It is packaged as a 2-DVD set, the 80 minute feature, 2 hours of extra Delany interviews, and a complete color-corrected version of Delany’s cult film of the seventies, The Orchid.

    GO to http://maestromedia.net for ordering details.
    Alternatively, Facebook Page, “The Polymath.”

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