标题: 《The Howling Stones》作者： - Alan Dean Foster【EPUB】 [打印本页] 作者: zaq 时间: 2013-12-26 13:50 标题: 《The Howling Stones》作者： - Alan Dean Foster【EPUB】 About the Author Born in New York City in 1946 Alan Dean Foster was raised in Los Angeles California. Afterreceiving a bachelor’s degree in political science and a Master of Fine Arts in motion pictures fromUCLA in 1968-69 he worked for two years as a public relations copywriter in a small Studio CityCalifornia firm. His writing career began in 1968 when August Derleth bought a long letter of Foster’s and published itas a short story in his biannual Arkham Collector Magazine. Sales of short fiction to other magazinesfollowed. His first try at a novel. The Tar-Aiym Krang was published by Ballantine Books in 1972. Foster has toured extensively through Asia and the isles of the Pacific. Besides traveling he enjoysclassical and rock music old films basketball body surfing and karate. He has taught screenwritingliterature and film history at UCLA and Los Angeles City College.Currently he resides in Arizona with his wife JoAnn who is reputed to have the only extant recipe forBarbarian Cream Pie.Chapter One People tended to overlook Pulickel Tomochelor in a crowd. It was something hed grown used to. Hedalways been overlooked: in academia in sports at social gather-ings. Only a few unusually perceptiveinstructors had taken note of his singular abilities. These hed paid close attention to and by cleaving tothem he had been corre-spondingly raised up. His accomplishments were never spectacular but always solid satisfying without standing out. He was inshort that most valued of all commodities in both business and government: the reliable employee withouta personal agenda.And yet there was enough there determination com-pensating for lack of brilliance for him to be calledupon more than once to deal with problems that others could not solve. Where they could not succeedPulickel To-mochelor invariably produced results. From this he took as was his manner a quiet insteadof boisterous satis-faction. Not for him a plethora of medals or awards not for him applause duringmultiple personal appearances or the rapt attention of the media. A commendation in his official recordwas recognition enough. Nor did he dis-dain the occasional bonus. There had been a woman once too to offer praise and support. She had moved on leaving behind aconfusion of memories leavened with vague dissatisfaction. Do-mesticity was the sole task at which hehad failed the only matter left inconclusive in his life. It rankled and left him unfulfilled inside. As with theresponsibility the fault was not entirely his but it ate at him nonetheless. He stored it in a far recess of hismind and moved