"Had Ellison submitted that script to a sci-fi anthology series, it would probably have gone unchanged": I agree with this. And the best decision made was the cutting of the entire Trooper storyline; he got in the way of the Kirk-and-Edith story and its resolution, and he wasn't missed (except by Ellison). Being edited, or having to edit your own work to fit one or another requirement, is never enjoyable - but at least you get paid.
Whatever else one may think about Robert Heinlein, he was quite a lot more gracious about such things, at least publicly. The original manuscript of The Puppet Masters (one of his earliest novels) ran about 100,000 words, and at an editor's request he himself shortened it to 75,000 words; this was the version published in 1951. Heinlein's widow caused the original longer version to be published in 1990. The 1951 version grabs you right from the beginning:
Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is? I don’t know and I don’t know how we can ever find out.
If they were not truly intelligent, I hope I never live to see us tangle with anything at all like them which is intelligent. I know who will lose. Me. You. The so-called human race.
For me it started too early on July 12, ’07 […]
By contrast, the “uncut” version immediately digresses in several directions:
Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is? I don’t know and I don’t know how we can ever find out. I’m not a lab man; I’m an operator.
With the Soviets it seems certain that they did not invent anything. They simply took the communist power-for-power’s-sake and extended it without any “rotten liberal sentimentality” as the commissars put it. On the other hand, with animals they were a good deal more than animal.
(It seems strange no longer to see dogs around. When we finally come to grips with them, there will be a few million dogs to avenge. And cats. For me, one particular cat.)
If they were not truly intelligent, I hope I never live to see us tangle with anything at all like them which is intelligent. I know who will lose. Me. You. The so-called human race.
For me it started much too early on July 12, ’07 […]
Heinlein wrote for pay and accepted that there would be editorial constraints (although he did lose such constraints later in his career - and in my opinion his books suffered as a result). Ellison, to my knowledge, has never explained why he thinks the alterations to his script weren't justifiable. Or, at least, one only hears his outrage.
Whatever else one may think about Robert Heinlein, he was quite a lot more gracious about such things, at least publicly. The original manuscript of The Puppet Masters (one of his earliest novels) ran about 100,000 words, and at an editor's request he himself shortened it to 75,000 words; this was the version published in 1951. Heinlein's widow caused the original longer version to be published in 1990. The 1951 version grabs you right from the beginning:
Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is? I don’t know and I don’t know how we can ever find out.
If they were not truly intelligent, I hope I never live to see us tangle with anything at all like them which is intelligent. I know who will lose. Me. You. The so-called human race.
For me it started too early on July 12, ’07 […]
By contrast, the “uncut” version immediately digresses in several directions:
Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is? I don’t know and I don’t know how we can ever find out. I’m not a lab man; I’m an operator.
With the Soviets it seems certain that they did not invent anything. They simply took the communist power-for-power’s-sake and extended it without any “rotten liberal sentimentality” as the commissars put it. On the other hand, with animals they were a good deal more than animal.
(It seems strange no longer to see dogs around. When we finally come to grips with them, there will be a few million dogs to avenge. And cats. For me, one particular cat.)
If they were not truly intelligent, I hope I never live to see us tangle with anything at all like them which is intelligent. I know who will lose. Me. You. The so-called human race.
For me it started much too early on July 12, ’07 […]
Heinlein wrote for pay and accepted that there would be editorial constraints (although he did lose such constraints later in his career - and in my opinion his books suffered as a result). Ellison, to my knowledge, has never explained why he thinks the alterations to his script weren't justifiable. Or, at least, one only hears his outrage.