On February 7th, a kind person mailed in to let me know that there was a text adventure author I should interview. He only did one work, but it was a good work, and he was a generally good author, so I should do my best to include him if I could.
I tried to find him but had trouble, and let them know. They tracked down his livejournal.
I wrote him, and he said:
If you’re in the NYC area, an interview is possible. But writing back and forth is too much like real work. Also, my memory of the particulars of Amnesia are foggy after all this time–and the genre I worked in never took off: interactive fiction, text only. And I don’t do any other type of computer games. Cheers.
Now, there’s a couple ways to read this letter. One way is that he was not interested at all, and another way was that he somewhat interested, but wanted more details. I wrote to him at his e-mail address but I don’t seem to have gotten a reply. This happens sometimes. I let it drop.
This is how it happens when you’re dealing with hundreds of potential interviewees; you get some, you don’t get some. While some would be awesome to add, it’s always a case of schedules, opportunities and possibilities. I also have a limited budget (both in time and money), and you have to call it at some point.
Anyway, my correspondent committed suicide on July 4th.
He was Thomas M. Disch.
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