THIS WEEK MAGAZINE
What was I to do now? I was penniless. I began making the rounds of the employment offices, all the while accepting whatever temporary employment I could find. One of these jobs involved some sort of copying work, and I found myself quite happy at it. I would feed papers into a machine all day long, and then collate the copies that spewed forth. The job required absolutely no mental ability, but it paid the rent and, in time, I felt that it would give me the chance to write again. But then my little idyll was shattered. I received an offer from This Week magazine to work as an editor at a fairly good salary. At first I hesitated, but when my family got wind of this, they immediately intervened.
“You’ve made your mother sick,” my father announced to me one day on the telephone. My mother was even more emphatic.
“I hope you realize you’re killing me,” she said when it came her chance to get on the line. I tried to explain that I just wanted an opportunity to lead my own life in my own way. MORE...