Je vous mets le début.
I have published 124 books, and while you may think that’s a lot, I’m a piker compared to some.
According to Trivia-Library.com, South African author Mary Faulkner (1903-1973) has 904 books to her credit, most of them romance novels.
The redoubtable Alexandre Dumas, pere, author of “The Three Musketeers” and “The Count of Monte Cristo,” is credited with 277 books — which puts him next to last on the list of the 20 most-prolific authors.
My first published book came out in 1959. But the one I wrote before that — which was never published — is a much more interesting story.
I started writing it in 1949, on a rented portable typewriter resting literally on an orange crate in the basement of my parents’ house, in which I lived. I was 17 years old, just graduated from high school and on my way to college.
I was thoroughly absorbed by science fiction, so I wrote about the first man to set foot on the moon. What else?
The background of my novel sprang from the fact that Soviet Russia had just exploded its first atomic bomb, many years earlier than most American intelligence analysts thought they would. The Cold War suddenly got very dangerous.