published in Volume 1, Issue 3 on May 17, 1994
Recently, we celebrated Mother's Day here in the States. I'm not sure if other cultures or countries celebrate Mother's Day, but if they don't they should. I'm finally old enough to understand and appreciate the gifts and knowledge that my mother has given to me over the years.
One of the great pearls of wisdom she dropped into my lap about ten years ago was that I should take a typing class. At the time, I thought it was one of the geekiest, stupidest classes for a seventh grade kid to take. But now, ten years and somewhere around seventy words a minute later, I can thank her that it doesn't take me very long to type up my Editor's Notes mere hours before this issue goes to press.
But one of the most important things that my mother shared with me at a very early age was her love of reading. There was not one room in any of the houses I lived in as a child (all two of them) that didn't have books in it somewhere. Of course, I started out with some of the childhood classics, like The Velveteen Rabbit and numerous Grimm's Fairy Tales both at home and at my grandparent's house. As I grew older, I of course devoured as many of The Hardy Boys books that I could (I still have a few of the hardback books, including the master sleuth book, The Detective's Handbook.).
I enjoyed The Lord of the Rings by Tolkien and, yes, I indulged in many Stephen King books (my first one was Christine). Today, the reading list includes Orson Scott Card, Frederick Pohl, the DragonLance series (written by Weis and Hickman) and many others.
Unfortunately, given the amount of time I spend on schoolwork and working, I don't get half as much time as I would like to simply read books for pleasure. Instead, I'm reading books like High-Performance Computer Architecture and Applied Combinatronics.
Which is why I enjoy editing The Morpo Review. People from around the world send in poetry, short stories and essays for me to read, and since I've taken on editing Morpo as a sort of obligation, it's my job to read what gets sent in. For pleasure. Which I enjoy tremendously. Sure, I still manage to sneak a book in now and then (currently it's The Second Generation by Weis and Hickman), but I really enjoy the pieces that pour in for each issue.
In this issue, we've brought together a collection of authors from five different countries, with such varying backgrounds as published scholarly author to iron worker.
I think you're really going to enjoy the diversity of literature in this issue. To touch on a few of the pieces, Jerome Mandel has written a ghost-love story, Lorelei Adams, that is a comedic yet sobering look at reality. Byron Lanning, who appeared in our first issue with Oh Bean Curd!, has returned with a story that can only be termed as "slapstick literature" -- Death of a Giant Jack Rabbit Rodeo Star. Not to be left out, we have some excellent poetry by James Lewis (Driving in Amahrica), Bryan Thomas (Pederast) and Chris Hoover (Open the Day). We close this issue with a story by J.D. Rummel, who also appeared in our first issue with Frozen with a Stranger in the Park, entitled What Donna Knew. What Donna knew was what the main character of the story is still searching for -- what exactly does love mean?
Which brings me back around to my Mom. If it hadn't been for her, I probably wouldn't be here today, at two in the morning, writing this little Editor's blurb for TMR. Thanks, Mom, for one of the greatest gifts.
Which also, incidentally, brings me around to saying that I can see that this rich tradition of loving books and reading will continue in my family when I marry Kris Kalil (the proofreader for TMR) on July 1st, 1994. She probably has more books than I do, which is a frightening thought. So perhaps, twenty or so years down the road, you'll see my son or daughter editing their very own little Morpo Review. The legacy lives on ...