Hearts of Three
Jack London
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(, Aug. 10, 2020)
HOPE the reader will forgive me for beginning this foreword with a brag. In truth, this yarn is acelebration. By its completion I celebrate my fortieth birthday, my fiftieth book, my sixteenth year in thewriting game, and a new departure. "Hearts of Three" is a new departure. I have certainly never doneanything like it before; I am pretty certain never to do anything like it again. And I haven't the least bitof reticence in proclaiming my pride in having done it. And now, for the reader who likes action, I advisehim to skip the rest of this brag and foreword, and plunge into the narrative, and tell me if it justdoesn't read along.For the more curious let me explain a bit further. With the rise of moving pictures into theoverwhelmingly most popular form of amusement in the entire world, the stock of plots and stories inthe world's fiction fund began rapidly to be exhausted. In a year a single producing company, with ascore of directors, is capable of filming the entire literary output of the entire lives of Shakespeare,Balzac, Dickens, Scott, Zola, Tolstoy, and of dozens of less voluminous writers. And since there arehundreds of moving pictures producing companies, it can be readily grasped how quickly they foundthemselves face to face with a shortage of the raw material of which moving pictures are fashioned.The film rights in all novels, short stories, and plays that were still covered by copyright, were boughtor contracted for, while all similar raw material on which copyright had expired was being screened asswiftly as sailors on a placer beach would pick up nuggets. Thousands of scenario writers literally tensof thousands, for no man, nor woman, nor child was too mean not to write scenarios tens of thousandsof scenario writers pirated through all literature (copyright or otherwise), and snatched the magazineshot from the press to steal any new scene or plot or story hit upon by their writing brethren.In passing, it is only fair to point out that, though only the other day, it was in the days ere scenariowriters became respectable, in the days when they worked overtime for rough-neck directors for fifteenand twenty a week or freelanced their wares for from ten to twenty dollars per scenario and half thetime were beaten out of the due payment, or had their stolen goods stolen from them by their equallygraceless and shameless fellows who slaved by the week. But to-day, which is only a day since the otherday, I know scenario writers who keep their three. machines, their two chauffeurs, send their childrento the most exclusive prep schools, and maintain an unwavering solvency.