{"id":1567,"date":"2016-07-02T15:44:03","date_gmt":"2016-07-02T15:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=1567"},"modified":"2019-01-29T16:07:25","modified_gmt":"2019-01-29T16:07:25","slug":"new-worlds-001-july-1946","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=1567","title":{"rendered":"New Worlds #1, July 1946"},"content":{"rendered":"

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ISFDB link<\/a>
\nArchive.org link<\/a><\/p>\n

Other reviews:
\nJohn Boston & Damien Broderick, Building New Worlds, 1946-1959: The Carnell Era<\/em><\/a> (Location 159 of 5623)
\nMatt Leivers, Facebook:\u00a0British Science Fiction Magazine Collectors Group<\/a><\/p>\n

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Fiction:
\nThe Mill of the Gods<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novella1<\/sup> by Maurice G. Hugi –
\nSolar Assignment<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John Russell Fearn [as by Mark Denholm] –
\nKnowledge Without Learning<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John Russell Fearn [as by K. Thomas] \u2217\u2217<\/strong>
\nSweet Mystery of Life<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John Russell Fearn \u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Three Pylons<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by William F. Temple \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nWhite Mouse<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John Russell Fearn [as by Thornton Ayre] –<\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\nCover and internal artwork<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by R. A. Wilkin
\nEditorial<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by E. J. Carnell<\/p>\n

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This month marks the seventieth anniversary of the most important and iconic of British SF magazines, New Worlds<\/em>. This magazine originally started as a fanzine under two editors, Maurice K. Hanson and E. J. \u2018Ted\u2019 Carnell, and there had been one abortive attempt at publishing it professionally just before WWII started. It wouldn\u2019t be until after the war ended, when a demobbed Ted Carnell met Stephen Frances of Pendulum Publications, that a professional magazine would see the light of day.
\nIts initial publication history was precarious, and this issue actually ended up having two covers\u2014a result of the magazine only selling 3000 of its 15000 copy print run due to wholesaler apathy.2<\/sup> The second issue of the magazine had a better cover and sold out due to a concerted effort by Pendulum Publications, so the covers were stripped off the remaining issues of #1 and a redesigned version of the second cover applied.3<\/sup> Having cleared this hurdle, Pendulum Publications subsequently went bust after the third issue appeared. It was only when a group of fans and professionals formed Nova Publications that matters settled down.4<\/sup>
\nIn this first issue all\u00a0the artwork is by R. A. Wilkin. The cover is very contemporary but rather flat and amateurish looking in execution. His internal artwork was better but it is obvious that he was essentially a comic-book artist.
\nThe internal contents are very basic. Apart from the inside and back cover advertisements (for \u201cStafford Herbs\/Rheumatism\u201d, \u201cAmbitious Engineers\u201d, and \u201cSleeping Hairs that cause Baldness\u201d) there is the artwork, fiction, a half-page editorial and the contents page.
\nIt is 7\u00bc inches\u00a0x 9\u00be inches\u00a0in size and has 64 pages plus covers.<\/p>\n

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The fiction was about as bad as I had expected, although there was one pleasant surprise. The opening story, The Mill of the Gods<\/em><\/strong> by Maurice G. Hugi, unfortunately isn\u2019t it. In this one a company called Mills Inc. starts flooding the world with cheap, superior products, starting for some reason with marmalade and syrup, before progressing to automobiles, etc. When this starts affecting the world\u2019s economy, a MI5 team go to investigate.
\nAfter breaking into one of Mills Inc.\u2019s\u00a0factories, and discovering a strange room with a metal plate on the floor and no other entrances, they end up in a parallel world. Much evasion\u00a0and capture ensues before they find out (spoiler) that this world has been taken over by those pesky Nazis\u2014that\u2019s why they couldn\u2019t find the missing ones at the end of the war! The subsequent interrogation scenes are the campest I have ever read:<\/p>\n

\u201cI said before, I\u2019m a very unimportant individual in the scheme of things\u2014 just an interrogation officer\u201d\u2014again the prodigious wink\u2014\u201cand as such I cannot answer your questions. And you won\u2019t answer mine? Too bad! The High Council will be very cross. I shouldn\u2019t try and tempt them to lose their temper. The Lunar Lords are really very terrible when aroused. No, please, don\u2019t think I\u2019m trying to fool you. Oh, dear, it makes me feel quite faint when I think of some of the tortures they inflict! Really, my dear Lawrence, don\u2019t antagonise them, whatever you do. It\u2019s too, too terribly dangerous!\u201d\u00a0 p. 15<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Needless to say (spoiler) the agents escape and get back to this world and inform the authorities. Pretty dreadful, but at least it moves along.<\/p>\n

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Next up is the first of four short stories by John Russell Fearn under various pseudonyms.5<\/sup> Solar Assignment<\/em><\/strong> concerns two journalists cruising around Pluto looking for a newsworthy story (as you do) when they spot a glass structure below. When they investigate they see human bodies through one of the windows, and break in, only to be captured by crystalline aliens who have possessed the frozen corpses. They are then taken to a huge underground cave where there is then some backstory about a lost human colony before the journalists break free and leg it. The ensuing fight scene provides a striking image, and the only good thing in this fairly crude pulp story:<\/p>\n

Furious, desperate, Len clenched his fist and drove it with stunning force into the blank, granitelike face in front of him. A cold, sickly chill went through him as he found the power of his punch had knocked the man’s head right off! No blood flowed: the body was as hard and brittle as though it had been immersed in liquid air\u2014but there was something revolting about seeing the head go flying, to smash into a thousand splinters on the floor. It had been like hitting a plaster statue. Len hesitated, appalled\u2014and his horror rose still higher when the man did not drop, but continued to bar the way! Of course! The truth flashed through Len’s mind. The creature did not rely on the dead man’s nerves, arteries and muscles. He merely used them, could do without them if need be. Instinct was his sole guide. The missing head made no difference as long as the body could move. . . .
\n[. . .]
\nThe leader came hurrying up and fired his gun. By a fluke he missed\u2014and by that time the two men were through the doorway, pursued by the weirdest assortment of damaged men that ever came out of a nightmare.\u00a0 p. 28<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

How the bodies are frozen but can still move is not explained. In any event, they eventually (spoiler) kill the aliens by accidentally turning on the aircon. Well, repressurising the cave actually. This is on a level with the pulpier SF stories I’ve read in Amazing<\/em> and Weird Tales<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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Knowledge Without Learning<\/em><\/strong> is a rather better effort. This is a about a man who can obtain\u00a0knowledge from others when he is near to\u00a0them, the problem being that when he does so the donor loses the information transferred. This proves problematic when he absorbs a bus driver\u2019s ability to drive and the bus crashes. At this point he meets a young woman psychologist who deduces his power and wants to study him. He is having none of that and matters go from bad to worse.
\nIf you can ignore the protagonist\u2019s lack of ambition (he thinks it cool to absorb the skills of a bus driver) and his stupidity (having caused a bus crash he almost does the same again on a locomotive) this is OK, although the ending is rather perfunctory.<\/p>\n

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Sweet Mystery of Life<\/em><\/strong> is a Weird Tales<\/em>-type tale that is about a man who ends up growing a half-human\/half-plant alien woman in his conservatory. They eventually find out that she is from a moon of Venus and she later agrees to give him the secrets of atomic power and space travel so their two races can work together. Spliced into this story is Idiot Jack, one of the villagers who observes the woman growing\u2014and singing\u2014in the conservatory. It does not end well. Rather unlikely, but one star for the clever last paragraph. And while I remember, I think this is the second story in the issue where one of the characters has a \u2018man-servant\u2019. Different times. . . .<\/p>\n

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Fearn\u2019s fourth and last story in this issue is White Mouse<\/em><\/strong>, which is a load of mawkish old rubbish about the first time an Earthman marries a Venusian woman and takes her to Earth. Initially she is homesick, then three months later the oxygen differential makes her seem drunk. Finally (spoiler), our Sun\u2019s radiation\u2014which she wasn’t exposed to on cloudy Venus\u2014causes brain damage and kills her. Nice last line, though:<\/p>\n

She was silent. A wistful smile was fixed on her small mouth. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking. Stupidly I followed their direction towards the open window, where the curtains stirred restlessly.
\nOver the sunset was a star, a glowing planet, brilliant and alone.\u00a0 p. 64<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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I rather liked The Three Pylons<\/em><\/strong> by William F. Temple. This novelette is in that sub-genre where current day technology or knowledge is discovered by people at a considerably earlier stage of development. The events occur in the distant past,\u00a0on a huge island that was later destroyed by volcanic action.
\nAfter an opening scene where the King of Argot\u2019s guard all commit suicide to follow him into the afterlife, we are introduced to his heir. Rodan is a nasty piece of work who has been left a letter by his father, who wants him to conquer the other kingdom on the island, Mag:<\/p>\n

My wish was this: That I should become Emperor of the World, King of Argot and Mag together. But the path to that greater throne is hard. Hard to build, harder to follow. And the Gods decree that there shall be no other path for he who would conquer.
\nBefore I began even to build, my spirit quailed. I knew I had not the qualities to tread that path. My dream of Lordship of the Two Kingdoms was just a dream\u2014for me. But in you, my son, I perceive the qualities of the true conqueror, and therefore over many years and with much labour I have builded the path, for you. That you may gain the prize for our line.
\nThe first necessary step is that you climb to the top of the White Pylon, the Pylon of Life, which stands without the Palace, and learn what is written upon the top thereof. That will place your feet firmly on the beginning of the road.\u00a0 p. 45<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Rodan promptly ignores Benevo, his advisor, and sets off to climb the White Pylon, a huge four-sided needle-like building with bars coming out its side. He arrives at the top as it is getting dark and spends a cold\u00a0night curled up on the small platform. Once dawn breaks he reads the message and discovers the location of his next challenge.
\nAfter travelling to the Red Pylon he finds it smooth-sided and impervious to his sword so he returns to his palace and consults Oelin, his soothsayer and astronomer. Over the course of the next two challenges (spoiler) he discovers gunpowder (which he uses to blow up the Red Pylon) and builds a hydrogen balloon (to get to the top of the Blue Pylon, which encircled by water). He then uses both these technologies to blow up the mountain fort of the Mags and gain access to their kingdom. However, his adviser Benevo, who tries several times throughout the story to moderate the King\u2019s behaviour, has other ideas. . . .
\nThis isn\u2019t bad at all, and is head and shoulders above the rest.7<\/sup><\/p>\n

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The only non-fiction is a short Editorial<\/em><\/strong> by Ted Carnell about the possibilities of tomorrow. There are a couple of passages that are very much of their time:<\/p>\n

With one great discovery now within our grasp\u2014the secret of atomic power\u2014Man can reach to the stars, or return to the ooze from whence he crawled long eons ago. He can write his name in letters of fire across the heavens or obliterate it entirely from the scroll of Time itself.\u00a0 p. 22<\/p>\n

We also suggest that to ensure receiving your copy of the next \u201cNew Worlds,\u201d on sale in approximately eight weeks time, you place an order with your news dealer now. Paper restrictions and other factors will still make it difficult for everyone to obtain a copy.\u00a0 p. 22<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Now that is what I call Austerity Britain.<\/p>\n

An issue for completists really, but possibly worth checking out for the unreprinted Bill Temple novelette.\u00a0\u00a0\u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. ISFDB<\/a> lists The Mill of the Gods<\/em><\/strong> as a novelette, but a quick cut and paste shows 17900 words.<\/p>\n

2. Ted Carnell wrote two essays about the birth of the magazine: The Magazine That Nearly Was<\/em> (Vision of Tomorrow<\/em> #9, June 1970) and The Birth of New Worlds<\/em> (Vision of Tomorrow<\/em> #12, September 1970). These articles\u00a0are quoted extensively in Vultures from the Void<\/a><\/em> (revised & expanded edition) by Philip Harbottle.<\/p>\n

3. This was the other cover the first issue of the magazine had:<\/p>\n

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4. New Worlds<\/a><\/em> at SFE.<\/p>\n

5. John Carnell in Vultures fom the Void<\/a><\/em> by Philip Harbottle, p. 73:<\/p>\n

Fearn responded to my urgent request for material by sending over one quarter of a million words and in all those first few months produced over half a million, all of which had to be read and from which a selection had to be chosen for that vital first issue.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

6. John Carnell in Vultures fom the Void<\/a><\/em> by Philip Harbottle, p. 72:<\/p>\n

Bill Temple, who had spent a lot of his spare time in Italy writing a novel which periodically was either blown up or sunk in transit home [The Four-Sided Triangle<\/em>] sent me an unusual fantasy titled The Three Pylons<\/em>.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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