The casual Saturday “at homes” Robert and Leslyn had started for political purposes gradually changed over the course of 1939 into a writers’ group for the local science-fiction professionals. If anything, the changeover of personalities could only have sharpened the sense of being involved in something purposive and progressive: socializing with writers instead of politicians required less concentration on creating unity out of divisiveness—fun they did not have to work at so hard. When Henry Kuttner and “Cat” (C. L. Moore) moved to Laguna, they started coming up at least weekly. Cleve Cartmill introduced William Anthony Parker White, called “A.P.,” who was working for United Progressive News as a theater and music critic while trying to get work as a screenwriter. He was also an established mystery writer—“H. H. Holmes” was his pen name—with four published books under his belt. A.P. was witty and lively, and he elevated the tone of the group. It became the “Mañana” (Spanish for “tomorrow”) Literary Society—or MLS—since its purpose, White said (though Heinlein appropriated the remark), was to save civilization by letting writers talk out stories instead of writing them… (A. P. White is best known as Anthony Boucher)
A few of the fans from the local science-fiction club would be invited from time to time. Nineteen-year-old Ray Bradbury was rambunctious and so energetic that it made Leslyn tired to be in the same room with him; it was too much like having to manage a large and unruly puppy—but Robert sensed in him a certain quality he wanted to encourage: Bradbury wrote one thousand words a day, every day, after hawking The Los Angeles Daily News on street corners. That impressed Heinlein, who confided to one interviewer: “‘I read some of his stuff.’ He leaned toward me for emphasis. ‘It was awful. I said to myself, ‘Here is a great writer.’” Bradbury’s discipline and perseverence would force him to learn his craft. Heinlein patiently critiqued anything Bradbury brought him. When Bradbury brought him a manuscript that wasn’t bad at all, Heinlein walked it over to Rob Wagner at Script magazine. Bradbury later related that Heinlein agented his first sale.
Robert A. Heinlein: Volume I: Learning Curve, 1907-1948 by William H. Patterson Jr.
