The Hierophant

The HierophantLarry sensed his life was about to change, but he had no idea how profound that change would beTHE MANANA LITERARY SOCIETY. THERE WAS ANimpressive group of writers at Robert and Leslyn Heinlein'shouse in Laurel Canyon on that fateful night when Mary-Lou and I attended. Jack Williamson, my great idol, shyand diffident in person; Leigh Brackett, one of the fewwomen writing SF back then and a great inspiration forMary-Lou; Cleve Cartmill, a newspaperman crippled withpolio who had just...