I bought the pocket yesterday and read it in bed that night. I read it entirely, beginning to end, before I could sleep. Okay, it´s not a big book - but so what? It´s pretty damn good. I didn´t read anything by Gerrold in a long time, and when I saw the advertising for the movie starring John Cusack, I got interested at once.
The story of how Gerrold, a gay, single SF writer adopted an abused child and his struggle to bond with him is very touching. Everyone who has a child, of his/her own or adopted, should read it. It´s also a fun story - I mean it´s a story narrated in a very good-humored way. You can´t help laughing sometimes more than you can´t help shedding some tears.
That story also reminded me of a very brief moment in which my life almost touched theirs. I attended the 1995 WorldCon in Glasgow, when Gerrold won the Hugo for the novelette version of The Martian Child. It was my first international convention (it still is, though this situation is due to change soon), and I was so thrilled to meet so many writers I enjoyed reading (like Mike Resnick, with whom I had a great time at the kaffeeklatsch, and Gregory Benford, Geoffrey A. Landis, Iain M. Banks, and Robert Silverberg) that I hardly could even speak (that temporary inability made Terry Pratchett have some good laughs at me when I tried to talk to him).
All in all, that experience was very important to me - exhilarating and fun. I only have two regrets: in the first day of the convention, I was still so amazed I couldn´t bring myself to walk a few steps and talk to John Brunner, which was talking to some friends liks Hal Clement and Forrest J. Ackerman, and also seemed to be in a very good mood. Sadly, later that night, he suffered a massive heart attack and died. To say it was a terrible loss is an understatement.
The second is this: I was near a hot-dog booth at the food court when I saw Gerrold with his son David. It was in the last day, just after the award ceremony. Gerrold was holding the spaceship statuette and buying something for him and his son to eat. For a moment, I felt like going down there just to tell him how much I enjoyed some of his stories, like his classic Star Trek story The Trouble with Tribbles. But I hadn´t read the winning novellette yet, and I was afraid of being inconvenient. So, I didn´t.
I hope he can read these words someday (that´s the good side of the Net; maybe he will) and know that, as the poem of Vladimir Mayakovsky goes, once there was a happy man in Brazil. That was how his book made me feel.
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