John A. Williams, !CLICK SONG, Boston, Houghton Mifflin Co, 1982, 430 pages.
Incredible, he murmurs. I smile. It seems that writers who hang around the movies or television all want to write novels. They want to do up the King, believing secretly that they will not really be writers until they publish a novel. (I have sometimes wondered if they are not right.) Earning a million bucks doing scripts or articles, nonfiction books, is not enough; by God, they must do that novel.