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ISFDB<\/a><\/p>\n

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Editor, Peter Weston<\/p>\n

Fiction:
\nAppearance of Life<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Brian W. Aldiss \u2217\u2217\u2217\u2217<\/strong>
\nStarthinker 9<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Michael G. Coney \u2217<\/strong>
\nWaltz of the Bodysnatchers<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Bob Shaw \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nTravellers<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Robert Holdstock \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nValley of the Bushes<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Naomi Mitchison \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nAn Infinite Summer<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Christopher Priest \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nDoll<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Terry Greenhough \u2217<\/strong>
\nA Beast for Norn<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by George R. R. Martin \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nThe Giant Killers<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Andrew M. Stephenson \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nSeeing<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Harlan Ellison \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\nAndromeda One Introduction<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 editorial by Peter Weston<\/p>\n

_____________________<\/p>\n

This was an original anthology I read after Science Fiction Monthly<\/em> and Vortex<\/em> folded in mid-1977, and about a year into reading Analog<\/em> and F&SF<\/em>.1<\/sup> I remember thinking at the time that it was a good volume, and wondered how it would hold up now. As it turns out my thoughts about this are pretty much what they were at the time: two stand-out stories, the Aldiss and the Stephenson\u2014with the Martin not far behind\u2014and a couple of others that are solid pieces.<\/p>\n

The fiction opens with Brian W. Aldiss\u2019s story but as I bang on about that at great length I\u2019ve left it to last. This is followed by the rather slight Starthinker 9<\/em><\/strong> by Michael G. Coney, probably the weakest entry here. The narrator in this is a \u201cWorldthinker\u201d who has travelled seventy light years to meet a young woman who is a \u201cStarthinker.\u201d They each have the ability to send messages telepathically across corresponding distances and, despite their different talents, the two of them have managed to communicate and are in love. When Worldthinker gets to Starthinker\u2019s hillside house the guards won\u2019t let them meet. As Worldthinker is driven away it is revealed (spoiler) that they are both women. This was a pretty lame ending even in the mid-seventies.
\nWaltz of the Bodysnatchers<\/em><\/strong> by Bob Shaw\u2014for all its contrivance and unnecessary off-world setting\u2014is an entertaining enough story about an adulterer arranging for the murder of his mistress\u2019s husband with the help of a wannabe suicide. The situation is complicated by the fact that, on this planet, the Church forbids adultery and divorce, and the penalty for murder is a personality transfer from the victim to the murderer. If you can get past the obvious contrivance of the plot there is some enjoyment to be had here.
\nI was also reminded of Shaw\u2019s ability with striking throwaway lines:<\/p>\n

Next morning the double suns were close together above the eastern horizon, merging into an elongated patch of brilliance which imprinted peanut-shaped after-images on the retina.\u00a0 p. 39<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Travellers<\/em><\/strong> by Robert Holdstock , like the Shaw, is more over-engineered than it needs to be. Two men, Jaim and Herok, enter a \u201ctime node\u201d in the third millennium. Inside the node, which we find out later is generated by the black form of the \u201cTraveller,\u201d Jaim looks for his forbidden love from the fourth millennium, Margaretta. He eventually, after several weeks of searching the different periods the time node encompasses, meets and makes love with her, or someone he thinks is her. After their meeting (spoiler) he finds he as actually slept with his daughter, who was smuggled into the node to travel to the earliest of the its time periods. There, she will wait for the node to collapse and see if she can, as is believed, travel through time independently.
\nI\u2019m not really sure that this all makes much sense to be honest, but it is entertaining enough.
\nThe next story is by Naomi Mitchison, author of the classic Memoirs of a Spacewoman,<\/em> who contributed a handful of short stories to various SF anthologies in the seventies and later.2<\/sup> Valley of the Bushes<\/em><\/strong>, like most of those other tales, is a slight piece, and tells of a primitive tribe that lives beside bushes that concentrate what would appear to be heavy metals in their stems and leaves. The natives then burn the bushes and collect the residual metal to trade. One day a helicopter, botanist, and translators turn up looking to get a sample of the bush. It does not (spoiler) end well.
\nAn Infinite Summer<\/em><\/strong> by Christopher Priest is set partly in Victorian times, so this is probably a non-associational spin-off from his contemporaneous novel The Space Machine<\/em>. A man wanders around a 1940s London that is visited by \u201cfreezers\u201d\u2014people from the future who use humans to create frozen tableaux. These are not visible to the people of the time but they are to Thomas, although this is never explained. It materialises that he and Sarah, a woman he was in the process of proposing to, were frozen in 1903 but that his part of the tableaux decayed in 1935. Since then he has been waiting for the Sarah to be released, and he visits her every day. His vigil ends with a nice final image.
\nThis one is perhaps best appreciated on an subconscious level as it doesn\u2019t bear too much analysis: judging by the number of tableaux Thomas notices on his short journey so see Sarah, you would think the police would notice the massive number of missing persons.
\nNext up is Doll<\/em><\/strong> by Terry Greenhough. What can I say about this one? Well, if you are up for an extended description of an alien birthing ceremony involving \u201cdolls\u201d that \u201cCyric the moulder\u201d shapes to symbiotically link with new-born children, then this will be right up your street. There are bonus black slugs in there as well. Yes, this is a story that painstakingly and pointlessly describes an alien situation or setting to no particular end.
\nA Beast for Norn<\/em><\/strong> by George R. R. Martin, was the story I think I originally liked best of all (although the Aldiss ran it a close second). Third time around (I read it again in the fix-up collection Tuf Voyaging<\/em>) I still enjoyed it, but knowing the plot takes away some of its impact. This version also has a \u2018first draft\u2019 feel (which is perhaps borne out by the fact that the book version is longer).3<\/sup>
\nThe story itself concerns Haviland Tuf, the last of the ecological engineers, and solitary master (unless you count his telepathic cat, Dax) of a giant seedship. Tuf is approached on the planet Tamber by one Herold Norn, a beast-master from a planet called Lyronica. He belongs to one of the planet\u2019s twelve houses, each of which send their animals to fight in the beast pits of their arena:<\/p>\n

Impatient with the lull, the watchers in the Bronze Arena began a rhythmic chant, a low wordless noise that swelled louder and louder as new voices heard and joined. Tuf saw at once that the sound affected the animals below. Now they began to snarl and hiss, calling battlecries in savage voices, and the strangling-ape moved from one leg to the other, back and forth, in a macabre dance, while slaver ran in dripping rivers from the gaping jaws of the ironfang. The chant grew and grew\u2014Herold Norn joined in, his thin body swaying slightly as he moaned\u2014and Tuf recognised the bloody killing-chant for what it was. The beasts below went into frenzy. Suddenly the ironfang was charging again, and the ape\u2019s long arms reached to meet it in its wild lunge. The impact of the leap threw the strangler backwards, but Tuf saw that the ironfang\u2019s teeth had closed on air while the ape wrapped its hands around the blue-black throat. The ironfang thrashed wildly, but briefly, as they rolled in the sand. Then came a sharp, horribly loud snap, and the wolf-creature was nothing but a rag of fur, its head lolling grotesquely to one side. The watchers ceased their moaning chant, and began to applaud and whistle. Afterwards, the gold and crimson door slid open once again and the strangling-ape returned to where it had come. Four men in Norn House black and grey came out to carry off the corpse.
\nHerold Norn was sullen. \u2018Another loss. I will speak to Kers. His beast did not find the throat.\u2019
\nHaviland Tuf stood up. \u2018I have seen your Bronze Arena.\u2019\u00a0 p. 136-137<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In an effort to stem a run of losses, Norn wants to buy an animal from the vast collection Tuf has on his seedship, an ancient vessel of the now defunct Ecological Corps\u2014an organisation that originally waged ecological warfare. Tuf obliges, for a price, and provides him with half a dozen cobaltcats.
\nIn due course the House of Norn starts to win all of its heats, which then leads to approaches from the other houses. Tuf is equally willing to sell to them too . . . .
\nThis was the first in a series of stories featuring Tuf that would be collected in the Tuf Voyaging<\/em> collection\/fix-up mentioned above. This is perhaps best described as a modern update of the \u201cgood old stuff.\u201d If Astounding<\/em> was being published in the mid-seventies then this is the kind of story it would have been publishing.4<\/sup>
\nThe Giant Killers<\/em><\/strong> by Andrew M. Stephenson is a long story about three military men on a war-torn future Earth who are sent out to download intelligence from an enemy \u201cVoyo,\u201d a robot fighting vehicle similar to the ones found in Keith Laumer\u2019s \u2018Bolo\u2019 stories. Their pursuit of the vehicle takes them through an African landscape that is now inimical to man, seeded as it is with a variety of terrible futuristic weapons such as the tackymat:<\/p>\n

He was leading, running by leaps and bounds, dodging clumps of undergrowth and similar hazards, when he stumbled. Regaining his balance quickly he paused to inspect his right foot. Tolbein saw him stiffen and heard his frightened exclamation. However, it was not immediately apparent why Granton should begin to wipe his boot frantically upon the grass.
\n\u2018What is it, Mult?\u2019 Tolbein asked, catching up with him. Then he saw what the man was trying to scrape off.
\nIn the deceptive infrared light it might have been a fresh cow-pat Granton had stood in. Certainly it was as easy to remove. But the similarities ended there. No matter how carefully Granton scraped it off he never quite managed to remove it all; somehow there were traces left, and within seconds these traces had become smears, then blobs, then lumps, always spreading, always gaining ground, growing up along his boot, covering the instep, the fore-seal, the ankle. . . .\u00a0 p. 169-170<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Their mission is difficult and dangerous, and they barely escape being wiped out in a night attack. Eventually they catch up with the Voyo in what is a striking final scene.
\nAs well as the military verisimilitude and the general darkness of the narrative, there are a few other scenes that give it more complexity than your normal combat SF story: one of the soldiers relates an account of a cat involved in a peacetime car accident; another section is a mythological scene that involves Ares the Wilful Destroyer, etc. This all makes for an impressive piece.5<\/sup>
\nSeeing<\/em><\/strong> by Harlan Ellison is a story about Lorna, a prostitute in the urban squalor that surrounds a future Polar Interstellar Exchange spaceport in the Artic. Her clients include the many alien species that frequent the area. More significantly, she has mutant eyes that provide a different type of sight:<\/p>\n

She told the old woman of seeing. Seeing directions, as blind fish in subterranean caverns see the change in flow of water, as bees see the wind currents, as wolves see the heat auras surrounding humans, as bats see the walls of caves in the dark. Seeing memories, everything that ever happened to her, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the grotesque, the memorable and the utterly unforgettable, early memories and those of a moment before, all on instant recall, with absolute clarity and depth of field and detail, the whole of one\u2019s past, at command. Seeing colours, the sensuousness of airborne bacteria, the infinitely subtle shadings of rock and metal and natural wood, the tricksy shifts along a spectrum invisible to ordinary eyes of a candle flame, the colours of frost and rain and the moon and arteries pulsing just under the skin; the intimate overlapping colours of fingerprints left on a credit, so reminiscent of paintings by the old master, Jackson Pollock. Seeing colours that no human eyes have ever seen. Seeing shapes and relationships, the intricate calligraphy of all parts of the body moving in unison, the day melding into the night, the spaces and spaces between spaces that form a street, the invisible lines linking people. She spoke of seeing, of all the kinds of seeing except. The stroboscopic view of everyone. The shadows within shadows behind shadows that formed terrible, tortuous portraits she could not bear.\u00a0 p. 200-201<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The old, powerful, and rich 26-Krystabel Parsons has had a number of transplants in the past, and desires a pair of eyes like Lorna\u2019s for her next surgery. She commissions a \u201cKnoxdoctor\u201d called Bream to find her a set, and he in turn sends two \u201cprongers\u201d called Berne and Grebbie to search.
\nThis isn\u2019t an entirely successful work and there are various reasons for this. One is that Ellison can\u2019t seem to get out of his own way. There is one early passage that introduces extraneous camera directions (\u201cFrom extreme long shot, establishing, etc.\u201d) which distanced me from the story just I was getting into it. Another aspect of the story that had a similar effect was some of his word choices, which had me stop reading on more than one occasion and reach for a dictionary.6<\/sup> I also wasn\u2019t that impressed with the scene where an angry customer, in the form of a giant slug, comes looking for Lorna: this read like some sleazy update of a Planet Stories<\/em> tale.
\nThe story improves somewhat towards the end but is definitely a mixed bag, and illustrative of the fact that I can\u2019t think of much this writer produced post Jeffty is Five<\/em> (F&SF<\/em>, July 1977) that I much cared for (yes, an exaggeration, but not as much of one as you might think.) It\u2019s a pity that he didn\u2019t write the story that the quoted passage above suggests.
\nAnd so we return to Brian W. Aldiss\u2019s Appearance of Life<\/em><\/strong>. This is an impressive, dense and contemplative story that has so much to unpack that I barely know where to start (spoilers abound). The basic premise is that, in the far future, a human Seeker arrives on the planet Norma to visit a museum located in a huge structure constructed by the alien Korlevalulaw. The first couple of pages give us some background information on the long vanished aliens and the building:<\/p>\n

The museum demarcates Norma\u2019s equator. The construction takes the form of a colossal belt girdling the planet, some sixteen thousand kilometres in length. The belt varies curiously in thickness, from twelve kilometres to over twenty-two.
\nThe chief riddle about Norma is this: is its topographical conformation what it always was, or are its peculiarities due to the meddling of the Korlevalulaw? For the construction neatly divides the planet into a northern land hemisphere and a southern oceanic hemisphere. On one side lies an endless territory of\u00a0cratered plain, scoured by winds and bluish snow. On the other side writhes a formidable ocean of ammonia, unbroken by islands, inhabited by firefish and other mysterious denizens.\u00a0 p. 10-11<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Seeker is there to complete a number of assignments for various individuals and institutions; although the exhibits are viewable by remote holography, he can take a gestalt view of the contents and make significant insights.
\nThe first significant section of the story is a conversation the Seeker has with an android librarian:<\/p>\n

\u2018Do you always work in this section?\u2019
\n\u2018No. But this is one of my favourite sections. As you have probably observed, here we classify extinct diseases\u2014or diseases which would be extinct if they were not preserved in the museum. I find the micro-organism beautiful.\u2019
\n\u2018You are kept busy?\u2019
\n\u2018Certainly. New exhibits arrive every month. From the largest to the smallest, everything can be stored here. May I show you anything?\u2019
\n\u2018Not at present. How long before the entire museum is filled?\u2019
\n\u2018In fifteen and a half millennia, at current rate of intake.\u2019
\n\u2018Have you entered the empty part of the museum?\u2019
\n\u2018I have stood on the fringes of emptiness. It is an alarming sensation. I prefer to occupy myself with the works of man.\u2019
\n\u2018That is only proper.\u2019
\nI drove away, meditating on the limitations of android thinking. Those limitations had been carefully imposed by mankind; the androids were not aware of them. To an android, the android umwelt<\/em> or conceptual universe is apparently limitless. It makes for their happiness, just as our umwelt<\/em> makes for our happiness.\u00a0 p. 13-14<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The concept of \u201cunwelt\u201d (\u201cthe world as it is experienced by a particular organism\u201d) seems to be key to the story, and is mentioned once more in the text, as well as generally linking other parts of the narrative.
\nDuring the rest of the first day\u2019s explorations the Seeker finds a wedding ring and a photograph. These lead him to recall a fellow Seeker\u2019s comment about the \u201csecret of the universe\u201d (supposedly hidden in the museum) and their subsequent exchange that the idea was really a construct of the human mind, or perhaps \u201cthe mind that built the human mind.\u201d
\nThe next day he makes another discovery:<\/p>\n

Among the muddle, a featureless cube caught my eye. Its sides were smooth and silvered. I picked it up and turned it over. On one side was a small depression. I touched the depression with my finger.
\nSlowly, the sides of the cube clarified and a young woman\u2019s head appeared three-dimensionally inside them. The head was upside down. The eyes regarded me.
\n\u2018You are not Chris Mailer,\u2019 she said. \u2018I talk only to my husband. Switch off and set me right way up.\u2019
\n\u2018Your \u201chusband\u201d died sixty-five thousand years ago,\u2019 I said.
\nBut I set her cube down on the shelf, not unmoved by being addressed by an image from the remote past. That it possessed environmental reflexion made it all the more impressive.
\nI asked the museum catalogue about the item.
\n\u2018In the jargon of the time, it is a \u201cholocap\u201d,\u2019 said the catalogue. \u2018It is a hologrammed image of a real woman, with a facsimile of her brain implanted on a collapsed germanium-alloy core. It generates an appearance of life. Do you require the technical specifics?\u2019
\n\u2018No. I want its provenance.\u2019\u00a0 p. 16-17<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He investigates the latter and it plunges him into meditation about the museum, and what might happen if he did find \u201csecret of the universe\u201d:<\/p>\n

Then the whole complex of human affairs might be unravelled beneath the spell of one gigantic simplification, until motivation was so lowered that life would lose its purport; whereupon our species would wither and die, all tasks fulfilled. Such indeed could have happened to the unassailable Korlevalulaw.\u00a0 p. 18<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This idea surfaces again at the end of the story.
\nLater the Seeker finds himself serendipitously taking an item from an android, a more sophisticated example of the holocube he found earlier\u2014and that the image contained is the husband of the woman. He sets the pair of cubes opposite the other and the pair start to converse. This is the most striking scene in the story. The two heads talk to each other, or at least they appear to, but it soon becomes obvious that they are limited facsimiles of their owners from different periods of their lives, and they end up talking at cross purposes. The Seeker has an epiphany (spoiler):<\/p>\n

The images could converse, triggered by pauses in each other\u2019s monologues. But what they had to say had been programmed before they met. Each had a role to play and was unable to transcend it by a hairsbreadth. No matter what the other image might say, they could not reach beyond what was predetermined. The female, with less to say than the male, had run out of talk first and simply begun her chatter over again.
\nJean\u2019s holocap had been made some fifteen years before Mailer\u2019s. She was talking from a time when they were still married, he from a time some years after their divorce. Their images spoke completely at odds\u2014there had never been a dialogue between them . . . .
\nThese trivial resolutions passed through my mind and were gone.
\nGreater things occupied me.
\nSecond Era man had passed, with all his bustling possessive affairs.
\nThe godly Korlevalulaw too had passed away. Or so we thought.
\nWe were surrounded by their creations, but of the Korlevalulaw themselves there was not a sign.
\nWe could no more see a sign of them than Jean and Mailer could see a sign of me, although they had responded in their own way . . . .
\nMy function as a Prime Emplastic Seeker was more than fulfilled. I had made an ultimate whole greater than the parts. I had found what my joking friend called \u2018the secret of the universe\u2019.
\nLike the images I had observed, the galactic human race was merely a projection. The Korlevalulaw had created us\u2014not as a genuine creation with free will, but as some sort of a reproduction . . . .\u00a0 p. 23<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Seeker then decides to go and live on a desolate world so that he will not reveal his discovery to mankind. If the latter finds out about its limited umwelt<\/em> it may cause the species to wither and die.
\nThis is an impressive piece which, as well as developing the complex idea above, has enough throw-away ideas to fill a novel.
\nOne final point: I think that it was an error of judgement putting this story at the start of the anthology. It is a weighty piece and something I went back and read again and thought about for some time afterwards. If I\u2019d edited this anthology I\u2019d have put it at the end and opened with a crowd pleaser like the Martin.<\/p>\n

There isn\u2019t any non-fiction in this book apart from Andromeda One Introduction<\/em><\/strong>, a short editorial by Peter Weston7<\/sup> where, among other things, he mentions reading three hundred manuscripts for this single volume. There are also story introductions that are about half a page or so long.<\/p>\n

This forgotten (or to US readers, unknown) anthology is definitely worth a look.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. This anthology was one of a couple of books I think I picked up when I had a part-time supermarket job as a teenager. Fine Fare was a stack \u2019em high, sell \u2019em cheap outfit that I worked for on Thursday and Friday nights and all day Saturday. During lunchtimes I would spend part of my break perusing the bookshelves. I\u2019m not entirely sure I got this volume there, but I definitely had the pleasure of discovering Joe Haldeman\u2019s impressive The Forever War<\/em> on those shelves.<\/p>\n

2. This run of later stories from Mitchison seems to have been triggered by Harry Harrison, who bought a handful for various anthologies. Her ISFDB<\/a> page.<\/p>\n

3. The version that appeared Andromeda<\/em> #1, and was later reprinted in Galaxy<\/em> (September-October 1979) is around 10,150 words long. The book version is 12,150 words.<\/p>\n

4. Yes, I know Astounding<\/em> became Analog<\/em>\u00a0and that\u2019s where most of the Tuf stories appeared, but the latter\u00a0has always felt like a different magazine to me.<\/p>\n

5. Stephenson had an interesting if regrettably brief career. As well as two novels and a handful of stories, he contributed artwork, including covers, to a number of fan and pro magazines. His ISFDB page is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

6. I\u2019m not suggesting that writers use an 800 word vocabulary, but:
\n\u201cAs though they had been wind-thrown anemophilously,\u201d<\/em> p.187. \u201cAnemophilous\u201d not only needs to researched (by me, anyway) but means, \u201c(of a plant) wind-pollinated,\u201d which would seem to make the quoted phrase a tautology.
\n\u201c. . . clearly identifiable as but\u2019n\u2019ben<\/em> prongers . . .\u201d p.188. I\u2019m Scottish so I thought that I knew a \u201cbut\u2019n\u2019ben\u201d was a small holiday cottage in the country. Apparently (thanks internet) it is a two bedroomed house with the \u201cbut\u201d the living room\/kitchen, and the \u201cben\u201d the bedroom. What chance would anyone in 1977 have of figuring that one out?
\nThere is also a drink called a \u201cchigger\u201d. That is either an insect or a cocktail of melon liqueur with orange juice. It didn\u2019t appear to be a cocktail bar she was drinking in . . . .<\/p>\n

7. Peter Weston was quite the BNF (Big Name Fan) in the mid-seventies. His fanzine Speculation<\/em> was a multiple Hugo nominee and I\u2019d also seen his reviews and essays in Science Fiction Monthly<\/em>. In one of the two SF conventions I ever went to (Eastercon at Heathrow, 1977?) I remember seeing him on one of the panels and listening to him holding forth about Andromeda<\/em> being the only SF short fiction market in the UK at the time. I also remember reading (possibly in a copy of Speculatio<\/em>n I bought) that he had been approached by the publisher to take over the failing magazine Vortex<\/em> but that they never followed through.
\nI couldn\u2019t find any copies of Speculation<\/em> on efanzines.com<\/a>, but one of his later publications, Relapse<\/em> (formerly\u00a0Prolapse)<\/em>, can be found there.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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