Timothy Fuller, author of recent "Harvard has a Homicide," can Sit on Crest of Wave at 23 Looking Forward to Future Successes

Satisfied with the present and looking forward to the future optimistically, Timothy Fuller, 23 year old former Crimson undergraduate and the author of "Harvard Has A Homicide" related yesterday the success of his novel and plans for his next works.

At present 9000 copies of his novel on college life have been sold, amounting, he confessed to "more money than I ever expected to make . . . . and the future looks good."

Tense, animated, but somehow casual, Fuller said that in his Junior year he tired of college and as a way to pass the time as painlessly as possible, started writing. Without reference to other books, he decided to "write on something I knew about . . . not life at 21."

As a result Harvard Has A Homicide" appeared on the market, and as a further consequence his short novelette on Boston night-life, of which, he confessed, he is not altogether ignorant will appear soon in the American magazine.

Although he would enjoy writing short stories, Fuller said that the field is overcrowded with "big names". So instead he intends to continue Jupiter Jones, the here of his first novel, and if in the right mood, might turn playwright.

However, for reasons he didn't disclose he admitted that his greatest desire was to "go to Hollywood . . . . who wouldn't?", he exclaimed. But although a life of leisure doesn't appear to be completely distasteful to Fuller, he is afraid that once in the movie city, he will be shoved aside with a long term contract and nothing to do but admire the scenery. Again it is difficult to visualize Fuller objecting to Hollywood scenery.

Having once erred by broadly criticizing most anything in an interview, Fuller's remarks in regard to Harvard were cautiously guarded. However, for the new movements the "Roosevelt for King Club" and the course in marriage, he held only contempt. "Stupid", was his only comment.

When questioned about the clubs for undergraduates which he so thoroughly ridiculed in his novel, Fuller admitted that he belonged to one of the select groups and greatly enjoyed club, life still spending much of his time there. However, he asserted that the clubs are "stuffy" when it comes to elections "discriminating against someone because he doesn't wear his hat right or because he rides a bicycle".

To young potential writers he offered only encouragement, although he said most authorities advise against it. The style he uses, which he termed as that of the "Modern Illiterate School," is easy to master short sentences and no need for long words.

Unassuming, Fuller concluded with the statement that he didn't write to portray life or for the pure love of creating. "I'm interested in the life of a writer . . . no time-clocks".