" In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, Man would one day go again"

Arthur C. Clarke Against the Fall of Night

Sunday, September 13, 2020

New Arrivals Roger Zelazny

“As he was cast over the edge, he was able to turn and look upward. Falling, he saw a dark figure in the sky that grew even as his eyes passed over it. Of course, he thought, he has finally looked upon the sunrise and been freed … Wings folded, his great, horned countenance impassive, Morningstar dropped like a black meteor. As he drew near, he extended his arms full length and opened his massive hands. Jack wondered whether he would arrive in time.”

Jack of Shadows - Roger Zelazny

“So feathers or lead?” I asked him. “Pardon?” “It is the riddle of the kallikanzaros. Pick one.” “Feathers?” “You’re wrong.” “If I had said lead’ . . .?” “Uh-uh. You only have one chance. The correct answer is whatever the kallikanzaros wants it to be. You lose.” “That sounds a bit arbitrary.” “Kallikanzaroi are that way. It’s Greek, rather than Oriental subtlety. Less inscrutable, too. Because your life often depends on the answer, and the kallikanzaros generally wants you to lose.”

This Immortal - Roger Zelazny

“Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal—the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?”

Doorways in the Sand - Roger Zelazny

When things seem meh, like they are now I continue to read new works or new authors but I also delve in old favourites, both books and authors for a little stability. Zelazny is one of those authors for me. The latest reread, that lead to my picking up these NESFA collections, started over at the Lovecraft Ezine. I discovered that they have run stories based on Zelazny's A Night in the Lonesome October, during October for several years.
These included several rememberances of Zelazny by his son Trent. I will include a link to only one of them here.

My own discussion of A Night in the Lonesome October appears here. 

I was surprised and delighted that so many people had enjoyed this work, the last novel he published by himself, as much as I did. 

“I took Jack his slippers this evening and lay at his feet before a roaring fire while he smoked his pipe, sipped sherry, and read the newspaper. He read aloud everything involving killings, arsons, mutilations, grave robberies, church desecrations, and unusual thefts. It is very pleasant just being domestic sometimes.”

A Night in the Lonesome October - Roger Zelazny

One of the joys of this book is that you read one chapter, most are quite short, per day in October ending on Halloween night. It's hard to do I could not resist reading several chapters at a time and then going back to the appropriate day. I don't see a Kindle edition but it's not too late to get yourself a hard copy for Oct. 1st. 

“If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs.”

Creatures of Light and Darkness - Roger Zelazny

Exploring more about the significance of A Night in the Lonesome October for other people lead me to reviews of Zelazny's work in general so I though I would try a few of the NESFA collections which include essay's and such as well as the stories. The essay in volume one, "Before Amber" by Zelazny's childhood friend Carl B. Yoke, is incredible. They became friends in grade 2 and the relationship continued their whole lives. This essay repaid my investment in spades.

There is a nice discussion of the books with a full wrap around version of the Michael Whelan covers here.


times are rare, such times are fleeting, but always bright when caught, measured, hung, and later regarded in times of adversity, there in the kinder halls of memory, against the flapping of the flames.”

Zelazny seems to have been not only a very influential author but a good friend and person and I read a number of tributes to him. I have provided a link to Martin's here because I think it gives you a sense of the man himself.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

This is not really about Tom Corbett Space Cadet Danger in Deep Space (1953) by Rockhill Radio

Cary Rockwell was  a pseudonym used by Grosset & Dunlap. It is unknown who wrote the books, or even if there was only one writer. (isfdb) Back in the day Willy Ley was everywhere. Illustrations by Louis Glanzman.

 I could not resist showing the cover of Tom Corbett Space Cadet Danger in Deep Space anymore than I could resist buying it yesterday while on a quick trip to return a blood pressure monitor. A tip to any younger readers as you age, there will be medical appointments. Have a good place in mind for breakfast and some shopping later as a treat. 

Most of my posts lately have been on my Lovecraft blog, but I wanted to post something to Jagged Orbit. This post is more about reading science fiction than an in-depth look at any one story. It also concerns an experience I have intended to discuss for years. I began reading science fiction in the mid to late 1960s. Unlike many other bloggers of a similar age, I did not cut grass or have a paper route. So I had no money to join the Science Fiction Book Club or buy used paperbacks. I relied on the school library and the public library kitty-corner from my school. These libraries offered me books by Robert Heinlein, Issac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, John Wyndham, Ray Bradbury and my beloved Andre Norton. Many of these books were published in the 1940s and 1950s. The flotsam of the New Wave did not wash up upon these shores. 

I was a quick reader but probably not a good reader. The public school librarian complained that I referred to characters as that guy when I verbally reported on books. I realize now I did not remember the character's names; I still don't. I also do not form a mental image of the character or setting as I read. So descriptions of people or places the authors provide often go in one mental ear and out the other. What I do fix on is small incidents in the plot. So I know the moon colonists in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress kept Herefords in their tunnels. I learned that you could survive the Martian night in a giant cabbage if you leave your flashlight on (The Red Planet). That Enoch Wallace (Way Station) first realized his advanced age could officially come to someone's attention because he had not changed the name on his magazine subscriptions. It is what it is. 

This section will contain spoilers.

As an adult, I remembered elements of three stores I wanted to reread but not the authors or titles. One involved a spaceship captain who learns Jesus Christ has visited the planet he is trying to trade with. Another involved a vampire(?) in a future where all corpses are incinerated. The last story involved people whose entire life cycle took seven(?) days. The young men fought with the inhabitants of another cave system who lived a few days longer. The eventual goal was to reach a grounded spaceship. 

PS Publishing, Cover by Tomislav Tikulin

Eventually (isn't the internet wonderful), I identified these stories. All were by Ray Bradbury; I suspect I read "The Man" and Pillar of Fire" in his collection S is for Space and "Frost and Fire" in his collection R is for Rocket. Identifying these stories did indicate just how important a writer Ray Bradbury has been in my emotional and intellectual life. They entered the lexicon of Bradbury stories I remembered reading. Stories whose plots I recalled even if the titles were foggy, "The Garbage Collector", "The Veldt", "The Crowd", "The Dwarf", "Mars is Heaven", "The Million Year Picnic", "The Pedestrian", "The Fog Horn" etc.

I realize now that "The Man" appealed to the casual Christianity with which I was raised. Non-religious school pageants, there was no prayer in school that I remember but we sang God Save the Queen, there were Sunday School classes and youth groups in the United Church. I would identify myself as a Humanist now, but at the time, I did not think about or question religious belief. The story itself is simple. The trader/captain lands his ship, but no one appears to trade. Eventually, he learns a stranger has passed through preaching and healing the sick. The Captain takes this as a personal affront to his beliefs. There is no definitive proof; of course, the natives do not have photographs or medical evidence. It is enough for the crew, several of whom decide they wish to remain on the planet. However, the Captain intends to move on to other planets until he can come face to face with "The Man".

The next story was "Pillar of Fire", the character William Lantry (it turns out he is not a vampire) died in 1933. For some unexplained reason, Lantry has come back to life in a future where the last remaining graveyards are being destroyed and the contents incinerated. The story concerns his attempts to prevent this. Reading The "Piller of Fire" now I see it as a continuation of Bradbury's love of the horror story from his first published stories in Weird Tales Magazine, the collections Dark Carnival and The October Country, and the novel Something Wicked This Way Comes.  It also reflects Bradbury's fear of cultural erasure. Whether it is graveyards, the book-burning firemen of Fahrenheit 451, or the bureaucrats of Moral Climates in his short story "Usher II" who enforce the law "No Books. no houses, nothing to be produced which in any way suggests ghosts, vampires, fairies, or any creature of the imagination."  Bradbury fears for them all. 

The last story was "Frost and Fire". The survivors of a fleet of crashed spaceships live eight days because of planetary radiation. During the eight days they grow to adulthood, reproduce and then die. They do have a form of racial memory. The story follows Sim and his companion Lyte's adventures to reach the one remaining spaceship.This was a very interesting and unusual story when I read it. Quite different from the standard Heinlein or Clarke plot.  In the science fiction community, Bradbury has been criticized because his stories are more planetary romances or science fantasy. He knew, and we knew that Mars he wrote about in the Martian Chronicles did not exist even as he wrote the stories. The little codger I was then did not care; the old codger typing this now still doesn't. 

The significance of "Frost and Fire", for me, does not lie in the story. I have a terrible memory. I remember the Windsor of my youth (we moved outside the city when I was sixteen), probably more fondly than it deserves. What I wish I could remember more clearly some of the friends of my youth, the books I read and even which were the first books I actually owned. I have rarely had friends who shared my interest in genre literature. There was Dean in grade eight and nine who introduced me to Lovecraft, Jack London and Louis L'Amour. My wife Helen and friend Doug read science fiction but we often enjoy different authors. However, I am convinced that I discussed "Frost and Fire" and other science fiction works with another school chum, but I am unsure who it was and even if the memory is correct. (I also seem to remember a novel in which a crew crashed on a planet where the dominant warlike race has three buttocks and used squares instead of circles, but try searching that) It might have been a fellow geek, Angelo Marcellino, with whom I used to hang, but I am not sure. I do remember we found a dead terrapin in a puddle that he hoped to dissect, and a swarm of bees on a tree by the Willistead library that we tossed a couple of rocks at and the ran frantically away. Boys will be boys. Anyway, Angelo I do hope you fulfilled your dream of becoming a doctor or maybe a scientist. 

I have gone on long enough, but here are some more illustrations from Tom Corbett Space Cadet Danger in Deep Space.

I did not check the text but this is what Venus 
looked like when I was a kid. I suspect Mariner lied,
probably hexed by the Venusians and it still does.


Sunday, August 9, 2020

The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, July 1956

As usual, I envision a project, take forever to get started and often do not finish. In this case, I bought several science fiction magazines from 1956. I was going to read them last summer at the cabin, so the majority are from July and Aug. Cool covers helped in the selection; this is me after all. I dragged them out and did not read them. So this summer, which has been spent mostly in town, I decided to at least start. During my reading project with Doug, we focused heavily on his collection of vintage Analogs, so I did want to look at magazines that were not edited exclusively by JohnW. Campbell Jr. I picked 1956 for several reasons. I think two seminal events brought home both to the writers of science fiction and the reading public that they were living in a science fiction universe. One was the use of atomic bombs in World War Two. The second occurred on October 4th, 1957, when the Soviet Union launched the Earth's first artificial satellite, Sputnik I. A great deal has already been written about the predictive qualities of science fiction, the FBI visit to Campbell's office and the subscription history of the scientists involved in the Manhattan Project. So let's see what preceded Sputnik and if I get motived what followed immediately after 

These are not reviews. Also, I am not pretending to make definitive statements about the state of science fiction as of July 1956. What I am providing are my observations and impressions rather than any conclusions. The table of contents can be found here. 


The cover is the work of Chesley Bonestell. I love Clake, so I stared his short story, "No Morning After". Here we have a telepathic race that is attempting to warn Earth of a potential problem. The only individual they can reach is a drunken engineer whose credibility has been trashed because he wants to design rockets, not missiles. This very pulpish start and the title did not encourage me to finish, so I didn't. I must be getting cranky in my old age.

In search of something more promising, I read "The Club Secretary" by Lord Dunsany. I am a fan of the Weird Tale, the Lovecraft circle and Edwardian and Victorian fiction, so this was an obvious choice. It was a Jorkens story meaning it was a club story where the narrator, in this case, Joseph Jorkens, relates a story to the fellow members of his club. I love Dunsany and Jorkens, and the club story format has a long history in science fiction. I did not realize there were approximately 150 stories "Jorkens" tales. I have some reading to catch up on. In "The Club Secretary" Jorkens tells of a walk he took out of London. He sees a beautiful garden and slips through a hedge for a closer look. There is a lovely building which he thinks is the clubhouse of a golf club. He approaches the doorman to apologize for trespassing and to ask the name of the club. He is directed to the Club Secretary, who informs him that it is a club for poets. Not just any poets, of course, but only the best. Jorkens tales often have a sting in the "tail". In this case, it is the secretary's identity and why he is allowed to work there, but is not a member. I enjoyed this story. For those who want to read more about Dunsay's Jorkens tales and club stories in general, this link is helpful. 


Next, I read "Emily and the Bards Sublime" by Robert F. Young. I have included some information about Young and the next author I will discuss Idris Seabright below. Emily Meredith is the assistant curator of The Hall of Poets, here in the 21st century it is something of a hard sell. While Emily looks after all the poets, Alfred Lord Tennyson is her favourite. Emily has been waiting years for the public to recognize the value of her poets, but the Hall of the Automobile or The Hall of Electric Appliances are more popular. So it should come as no surprise, although it does when Mr. Brandon the curator tells her the directors have agreed to allow him to dismantle the Hall of Poets so he can create a new Chrome Age of the Automobile exhibit. While Brandon claims the poets will be in storage, Emily realizes that all of them Shelly, Leigh Hunt, William Cowper and her beloved Alfred are destined for the scrap heap. What does Emily do? I will encourage you to find out. I enjoyed this story; it is the type of strange mixture of science fiction and fantasy story I encountered when I began reading science fiction. I have not read Young before, but I already have identified several car-related titles I want to read. I was born in Windsor, Ontario, so it seems only fitting. As anyone who has looked at my other blogs would know I love poetry and poets. One interesting aspect is that the poets are called androids, but are very limited, They just seem to respond to certain verbal prompts by reciting verse. 

The next story I read was "White Goddess" by Idris Seabright (a pen name for Margret St. Clair). This story concerns a visit by a young man named Carson, with Miss Mary Smith, an old lady he met on the boardwalk. He had accompanied Smith to her home, but this visit is not going to plan. Carson makes a habit of seeking out old ladies and escorting them to their homes. Once there, he pockets small, relatively valueless items. These items bring in almost no money. Indeed he deposits any ill-gotten gains in a separate account that he never uses. He attributes his behaviour to a neurosis he enjoys. Smith, however, is no easy mark. She somehow knows everything he had pocketed even when her back was turned. She is also capable of physically manipulating him by using the object, spoons, a small watercolour and snow globe that he randomly selected. The "White Goddess" was another interesting story. Seabright has included several plot twists, and the story becomes the type of mildly horrific weird tale I enjoy. 

These were very much fantasy stories. "Emily and the Bards Sublime" especially reminded me of the type of Ray Bradbury story I enjoy. It is tinged with nostalgia for the values of the past, a bit anti-establishment or anti-bureaucratic and highly romantic. It reminded me of Bradbury's stories "Usher II "or "Tyrannosaurus Rex". It combined elements of showmanship and poetry, with the gentle impractical resolution I associate with much of his work. 

The "White Goddess" reminded me of the type of low key horror that can be found in the Bradbury collections The October People or The Illustrated Man

I will be discussing other stories from this issue later, but for now, I leave you with this thought. I came to read this magazine in part to look at the pre-Sputnik science in science fiction, and instead, I found poets and goddesses, Buicks and "A rose-red city half as old as time"  and I loved it all. 


Robert F. Young

(1915-1986) US writer, better remembered for his Science Fiction despite a regular production of short fantasy stories for over 30 years after "The Black Deep Thou Wingest" (1953 Startling Stories). Like many of his best stories, this had a strong sentimental flavour, almost of Belatedness. 


Most of RFY's best sf was collected as The Worlds of Robert F. Young (coll 1965) and A Glass of Stars (coll 1968), but his best fantasies are uncollected. [MA]

Encyclopedia of Fantasy

"Young was a slick, polished writer; his stories are readable, often superficial, but the best of them have some of the emotional force of the work of Ray Bradbury , Robert Nathan or Theodore Sturgeon, all of whom seem to have influenced him. The best generally appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction"

The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction

The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction goes on to note a number of other automobile related works including "Crome Pastures" and "Romance in a Twenty-First Century Used-Car Lot" (November 1960 F&SF, in which the American automobile mania is extrapolated to absurd extremes. 

Margret St. Clair

The Idris Seabright stories appeared almost exclusively in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction , beginning with "The Listening Child" (December 1950 F&FS) and ending with "Graveyard Shift" (February 1959 F&SF): St Clair became temporarily better known for these than for the works published under her own name. They were smoother-textured than her pulp adventures and oriented more towards Fantasy. 

Thursday, August 6, 2020

Susan Ellison 1960-2020, The stories of Harlan Ellison


Some time ago I reread  Ellison's "Adrift Just Off the Islets of Langerhans: Latitude 38° 54' N, Longitude 77° 00' 13" W " (the first time was probably 40 years ago).  I realized I need to read more by him, sadly the next work of his that I read is posted at the link below. It is the story Susan which he wrote for his wife. It is a lovely story.

From the Harlan Ellison Books site;

Neil Gaiman's post;


After finishing this post I read The Deathbird  for the first time. It is a powerful story. The style, interspersed which bits that convert it into a narrative used as part of an examination, can be frustrating at time. I wonder about the story of the narrator and his dog Ahbhu which is part of the examination. I wondered if that was actually the story of Ellison and his dog. It reminded me of the loss of my own pets. The story was a combination of experimental fiction, personal narratives, a post-apocalyptic future, myth, religion and the end of the world. I found it impressive and I will read more of Ellison's work. I think it will serve as an interesting initiation to the tropes used in new wave science fiction. 

Sunday, July 26, 2020

New Arrivals

I wrote about my impressions of the fifth volume in this series here,

and here,

I enjoyed John Carnell's story selections enough that I was happy to expand my holdings. These volumes contain a number of authors I enjoyed in number five including R.W Mackelworth, John Baxter, and Joseph Green. They also contain two stories by Vincent King, an author I have been meaning to read.

Since a number of science fiction covers are based on the work of surrealist artists I thought I would mention a book we purchased today. Helen and I are interested in Surrealism and have a number of books on this topic. We love visiting museums and art galleries, and have visited the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice twice. This gallery has a wonder collection of Surrealist paintings and is one of my favourites. So we could not resist this book. It looks quite interesting and mentions some artists we are not familiar with. However women artists appear under represented. Leonora Carrington appears but seems to be mainly discussed due to her relationship with Max Ernst. Dorothea Tanning is briefly mentioned in the section on Surrealism in America. Kati Horna and Remedios Varo are not mentioned in the index. Given their significance in Surrealist art and their involvement in the Spanish Civil War this seemed to be a striking omission based on the stated topic of the book. 

Cover credits:

New Writings 3:  not attributed
New Writings 4:  R. Foster
New Writings 6:  David McCall Johnston
New Writings 7:  David McCall Johnston
New Writings 9:  Seafron?

Monsters and Myths: detail from Europe after the Rain, by Max Ernst