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Perhaps the primary perquisite of being a writer (certainly not the compensation, though Dr. Asimov is the happy exception) is the ability to take one's work anywhere. Thanks to 'faxes and patient editors, all of this column's readers can follow me around the world. To wit, I am typing this article in the lounge of my hotel deep in the heart of Tokyo, the capital of the nation of Japan.
Japan is virtually a second home for me and my family, and we make it a point to travel here as often as time and funds permit. Now that the Boeing 707 has shrunk the world by almost 50%, I expect our travels to this amazing, burgeoning land will increase in frequency.
Tokyo, of course, is one of the world's biggest cities, and the crowds at Shinjuku station attest to this. And yet, there are still plenty of moments of almost eerie solitude--not just in the parks and temples, but in random alleyways. There are always treasures to find provided one is willing to look up and down (literally--only a fraction of Tokyo's shops is located on the ground floor!)
Gentle readers, I have not forgotten the main reason you read my column. In fact, the timing of my trip was perfect, allowing me to take all of the September 1960 digests with me to the Orient. But first, I need to wrap up last month's batch of magazines. To that end, without further ado, here is the August 1960 Fantasy and Science Fiction!
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
Japan is virtually a second home for me and my family, and we make it a point to travel here as often as time and funds permit. Now that the Boeing 707 has shrunk the world by almost 50%, I expect our travels to this amazing, burgeoning land will increase in frequency.
Tokyo, of course, is one of the world's biggest cities, and the crowds at Shinjuku station attest to this. And yet, there are still plenty of moments of almost eerie solitude--not just in the parks and temples, but in random alleyways. There are always treasures to find provided one is willing to look up and down (literally--only a fraction of Tokyo's shops is located on the ground floor!)
Gentle readers, I have not forgotten the main reason you read my column. In fact, the timing of my trip was perfect, allowing me to take all of the September 1960 digests with me to the Orient. But first, I need to wrap up last month's batch of magazines. To that end, without further ado, here is the August 1960 Fantasy and Science Fiction!
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
