{"id":2081,"date":"2016-10-12T21:04:06","date_gmt":"2016-10-12T21:04:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=2081"},"modified":"2023-08-20T14:43:06","modified_gmt":"2023-08-20T14:43:06","slug":"science-fantasy-71-april-1965","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=2081","title":{"rendered":"Science Fantasy #71, April 1965"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Other reviews:1<\/sup>
\nJohn Boston & Damien Broderick: Strange Highways: Reading Science Fantasy, 1950-67<\/em> (p. 239 of 365) (Amazon UK)<\/a>
\nGraham Hall, Vector<\/em> #32 (June 1965)
\nMark Yon, Galactic Journey<\/a><\/p>\n

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Fiction:
\nMan in His Time<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Brian W. Aldiss \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nThe War at Foxhanger<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Keith Roberts \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nThe Chicken Switch<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Elleston Trevor \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nSusan<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Keith Roberts [as by Alistair Bevan] \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Excursion<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Brian N. Ball –
\nOver and Out<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by George Hay –
\nHunt a Wild Dream<\/em><\/strong> (Part 2 of 2) \u2022 novelette serial by D. R. Heywood \u2217<\/strong><\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\nCover<\/em><\/strong>
\nEditorial<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Kyril Bonfiglioli<\/p>\n

_____________________<\/p>\n

A couple of years after Brian W. Aldiss\u2019s contribution to this issue was published, he would contribute an editorial to an issue of New Worlds<\/em> which was a reprint of a speech he had made to the H. G. Wells\u2019 PEN Club on the occasion of that writer\u2019s centenary. In this article he mainly discusses Wells\u2019 work but towards the end mentions Jules Verne, and how the latter was the guiding spirit of the SF magazines between the wars. Since then, Aldiss adds, a sceptical and more inquiring tone has crept in to genre SF, and that there are (circa 1966) a group of writers who \u201cuse the Wells technique of thrusting a splinter of the unknown into a human situation in order to examine man, his circumstances, his defects, his conditions, his conditionals.\u201d2 <\/sup>
\nThis last quotation leads us neatly to Aldiss\u2019s story, Man in His Time<\/em><\/strong>. It starts with Jack Westermark, his wife Janet, a behaviourist called Stackpole, and an administrator meeting in a hospital office. Jack is the only surviving astronaut of a nine-man crew that crash-landed on returning from Mars. Furthermore, he is 3.3077 minutes \u2018ahead\u2019 of everyone on Earth so that, for example, he answers questions before they are asked:<\/p>\n

She saw Jack walk in the garden. As she looked, he glanced up, smiled, said something to himself, stretched\u00a0out a hand, withdrew it, and went, still smiling, to sit on one end of the seat on the lawn. Touched, Janet hurried over to the french windows, to go and join him.
\nShe paused. Already, she saw ahead, saw her sequence of actions, for Jack had already sketched them into the future. She would go onto the lawn, call his name, smile, and walk over to him when he smiled back. Then they would stroll together to the seat and sit down, one at each end.\u00a0 p. 15<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In the Vernian model of SF that Aldiss refers to, this would be a problem to be solved, or perhaps used as part of a larger adventure. What happens in this story, however, is almost the complete opposite. Jack and his wife return home accompanied by the behaviourist Stackpole, and the rest of the piece largely concentrates on the human aspects of the problem (although there are a few philosophical digressions). In particular, there is a focus on Jack and Janet as they struggle to talk to each other, perhaps a metaphor for the larger communication difficulties between men and women (this is reinforced by conversations between Janet and Stackpole, and also comments that Janet\u2019s mother-in-law makes).
\nAlthough this an impressive work it is not without fault: it is sometimes unclear, is a little unfocused, and rather rambles towards an ending suggesting acceptance of the situation. Because of the first two it is a piece that readers will need to concentrate on while reading\u2014the first time I reread it was before going to sleep, which led to me repeating the exercise . . . .
\nThis is a notable story for Aldiss in that, perhaps for the first time (as in his\u00a0contemporaneous novel Greybeard<\/em>), he jettisons nearly all the trappings of genre SF. It was also a Hugo and Nebula Award finalist.
\nThe War at Foxhanger<\/em><\/strong> by Keith Roberts is among the best stories in his series about the teenage witch Anita. The beginning is a masterclass in illustrating not only one of the protagonists\u2019 characters (Granny Thompson) but also in setting up what the story is going to be about (a feud between two neighbouring witches):<\/p>\n

Granny Thompson\u2019s temper finally snapped when the jam refused to set. Anita stood by anxiously while the old lady spooned a sample onto a saucer, blew it, fanned it and then inverted it over the table. The jam wobbled, collected itself into a blob and fell off, plunk, onto the cloth. Granny Thompson gave a shout in which frustration and rage were nicely blended.
\n\u201cSix hours! Nothink but bile an\u2019 bile, an\u2019 look at it! It ent even started . . . an\u2019 it wunt<\/em>, I can tell yer that, not in a month o\u2019 Sundys. Yer kin tek it orf, it ent wuth wastin\u2019 \u2019eat on.\u201d She obeyed her own instruction, lifted the iron pot from the range and banged it down sizzling on the hearth. \u201cSpelled,\u201d muttered the old woman, casting round for book and glasses. \u201cSpelled, that\u2019s wot we are . . . an\u2019 I dunt need to arsk \u2019oo by, neither . . . look at it!\u201d And she whacked the offending jam with a ladle, startling Anita who had leaned over, eyes closed, to sniff the mauve steam of blackberries.
\nGranny Thompson stirred the mess vigorously. \u201cTer see the spells om put in, an\u2019 orl . . . spells, spells, look, it\u2019s thick with \u2019em, but set . . . set it wunt<\/em>. I\u2019ll give \u2019er spells . . . She began to leaf through her book, muttering from time to time, licking her horny fingers, eyes gimleting behind her glasses. \u201cMice in the milk, that \u2019ent \u2019ot enough be \u2019arf . . . She cackled. \u201cToads in the girdle, I reckon I\u2019ll \u2019ave a goo at that . . . no, I kent, we\u2019re out o\u2019 noots eyes. That\u2019s a very pertickler sort o\u2019 spell, y\u2019ave to \u2019ave orl the ingrediments right . . . I\u2019ll find summat, dunt you worry . . .\u201d p. 33<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The rest of the story tells of an exciting and escalating battle of spells between the two witches, Granny Thompson and Aggie Everett, including one that almost proves fatal for Anita.
\nThe Chicken Switch<\/em><\/strong> by Elleston Trevor3<\/sup>\u00a0is about a journalist who goes to interview an astronaut before the latter is put in sensory deprivation for a week as part of his training. After the interview the journalist goes home and starts becoming increasingly unsettled over the course of the next few days\u00a0until he ends up requiring medical attention and sedation. He later returns to finish the interview and asks the astronaut what his secret is for coping with the isolation. The astronaut replies (spoiler) that he projects his feelings outside the capsule onto an individual he visualises…. The neat ending partially compensates for a not totally convincing idea and an overlong execution.
\nSusan<\/em><\/strong> is Keith Roberts\u2019 second contribution to the issue, and his third story under his Alistair Bevan pseudonym. The first part of this is a convincingly described section about a strange schoolgirl called Susan in her Chemistry class at the end of the day. After the lesson is over she packs up and gets ready to go home but on her way out she is intercepted by an elderly English teacher who is shortly to retire. In the teacher\u2019s classroom they have an odd conversation. In essence the teacher, who has never had children, wants to know what Susan has planned for her life. Susan doesn\u2019t know and this upsets the teacher:<\/p>\n

Miss Hutton stared at the desk and her hands clenched until the knuckles showed white with strain. The sound of the watch clattered in her mind and the little cottage room seemed suddenly to grow out of darkness, chilling her as if its very walls harboured an unearthly cold. Miss Hutton shuddered and gasped; then something seemed almost to shoulder past her into that room, something young and golden and intensely alive, something that brushed away fears and ghosts and oldness and snapped open windows to let in sunlight and warmth. Miss Hutton laughed uncertainly, seeing the little room before her with the vividness of hallucination. There was no darkness now; its windows were open and through them she could see June flowers, a brightness of grass, cumulus ships sailing the intense sky. This was a place to which she could come in dignity, and in peace. She could rest here, and she would not be alone . . .
\nMiss Hutton looked up and blinked. Susan was leaning over her and it seemed to the mistress that even while she watched a light was dying away from the girl\u2019s eyes. She stared fascinated while a lilac brightness snapped and glittered and ebbed; then Susan was only a gentle-faced blonde girl in a dark blue school uniform and blazer. On her shoulder, a satchel of books.\u00a0 p. 71<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Later in the story another strange and more explicit event occurs as she nears her home. There (spoiler) she sees a man lying under a hedge: there is a red Angel and a white Angel vying for mastery of him. The red Angel wins and the man attacks Susan. She easily defends herself and mends the evil within him.
\nI don\u2019t think this entirely works as a story but it is an interesting, well described, and absorbing piece of prose.
\nThe Excursion<\/em><\/strong> by Brian N. Ball is a long novelette about five people on a galactic tour. They are all cardboard stereotypes: a brigadier, a lecturer, an older woman, and a young man and woman who turn out to be a smuggler and ex-prostitute. On one particular day they visit the Seventh Asiatic Confederation fort, guided by a robot called Homer. There is a rumour of a hidden part to the fort and, sure enough, they find a control panel which, when accidentally activated, transports them to it.
\nOn arriving at the hidden section they soon pass out and regain consciousness in a cell. Here, the five of them continue their previous bickering. There are pages of this before a computer accuses them of being spies and interrogates them. Needless to say (spoiler) they subsequently manage to break out and return to the surface.
\nThis is pretty dreadful stuff, and unfortunately the longest piece in the magazine (42 pp.).
\nOver and Out<\/em><\/strong> by George Hay is a forgettable squib just over a page long, and it is all in capitals as it consists of teleprinter conversations (an old paper output form of email). These are from a news editor who is sending out a warning that a computer has taken over everything. The ending, where the computer\u2019s manipulation of written history seems to have come true, didn\u2019t work for me.
\nHunt a Wild Dream<\/em><\/strong> by D. R. Heywood concludes its unnecessary serialisation in this issue, and for convenience I\u2019ll repeat what I said in the previous review. The story is about three white hunters in East Africa (Kenya?) at the time of the Mau Mau uprising. They load up their vehicles and go on a long drive to a plateau they intend searching. As this section proceeds we are introduced to a mythical creature known as the \u201cNambi bear\u201d or \u201cChemosit\u201d. Needless to say when the three men hack their way on through the bamboo at the base of the plateau they encounter this creature and shoot but don\u2019t kill it.
\nAfter they take the Chemosit back to the camp, the expedition leader sits and watches it. Later (spoiler) he drives off from the camp and is ambushed by the Mau Mau. He then escapes into the jungle, and realises he has become the Chemosit. When he encounters the three men he is shot . . . .
\nThis time loop ending to the story doesn\u2019t work at all but it is probably worth reading for the local colour (albeit Colonial colour where black characters barely exist):<\/p>\n

Cullen stepped out of his tent and looked critically at the unpretentious hills, which looked so easy to climb. He knew how deceptive appearance could be from previous experience in similar country. This gentle range of hills presented a climb of over two thousand feet, through a bamboo forest. The most treacherous type of forest that man could wish to penetrate. Where seemingly solid canes would collapse at the slightest touch; where fallen bamboo crossed each other in a lattice work barrier; and, where the unwary could crash through the apparently solid ground formed by years of fallen and decaying canes . . . .\u00a0 p. 119<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There is a short glossary of the African expressions used at the end of the story.<\/p>\n

The uncredited Cover<\/em><\/strong> for this issue is the earliest example that I\u2019ve found of those out of focus and\/or psychedelic photo covers that would blight many a SF paperback or magazine from the mid-sixties into the early seventies. Awful.
\nKyril Bonfiglioli begins another amusing and slightly eccentric Editorial<\/em><\/strong> by referring to a letter he has received:<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t suppose the editors of the Journal of Ethnographical Studies<\/em>, the Manchester Guardian<\/em>, the Rabbit\u00a0breeder & Goat Fancier<\/em>, The Times<\/em> and the Anglican Review<\/em> get many letters from strangers reading more or less as follows:
\n.<\/span>
\n\u201cDear Bon.
\nFinding myself unable to buy a copy of Health & Efficiency<\/em> on Wigan Station the other day I resorted to a copy of your periodical. I am glad to see that you are still going\u2014the friend I used to borrow mine from has gone into prison and I haven\u2019t seen it for months. Amused to see another story by old Ken & one by Bri., I suppose the others are all by old Chris under speudonyms. Don\u2019t think much of your edditorials though, very ilitterate and rambling. I miss the old words and phrases\u2014\u201cextrapolation\u201d, \u201csense of wonder\u201d, \u201cman\u2019s destiney\u201d, \u201ctradition of H. G. Wells\u201d ect., ect,. In fact, you may asume that I shall not go out of my way to borrow copies in future.\u201d
\n.<\/span>
\nI get lots of them. I like them. But when I took over this editorship I had no idea that this was one of the fringe benefits, nor that I should find myself hotly defending my editorial policies against heated attacks from Ontario, Witwatersrand and Wigan. It is hard to say which is the more pleasant\u2014the free and unfettered rudeness of the few or the generous, warm-hearted friendship of the many.\u00a0 p. 2<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He goes on to\u00a0say that current magazines have more competion from anthologies than the old pulps did, but that they are doing their best.
\nThe rest of the editorial comprises of\u00a0extracts from other letters, including a very positive one from Harry Harrison in the Baltic, and this one:<\/p>\n

\u201cI always buy your magazine because of the lovely covers and because the contents are the best sleeping medicine I know. Since two pages are usually enough to send me off, I find that each issue is equivalent to two months supply of sleeping-pills\u2014and much better for me, I daresay. If I need a really strong soporific I try the editorial.
\n\u201cMay I have your autograph?\u201d
\n(Mrs.) JUDITH MUGUSTON
\nSpeen, Bucks.\u00a0 p. 4<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I suspect Bon may have made up the letters I have quoted, although there is a Speen in Buckinghamshire . . . .<\/p>\n

This is a fair issue, with the Aldiss and both of the Roberts stories worth reading. The Heywood is also worth a look if you are interested in something different from the usual stuff.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. John Boston (Strange Highways: Reading Science Fantasy, 1950-67<\/a>) <\/em>says that Aldiss’s Man in his Time:<\/em><\/p>\n

[Still] stands up, despite the utterly implausible premise: beautifully written and characterized, a model of Bonfiglioli\u2019s slogan \u201cScience fiction for grown-ups.\u201d In this story, Aldiss (for the only time I\u2019m aware of) used the device\u2014probably prompted by Ballard\u2019s The Terminal Beach<\/em>\u2014of heading each brief section of the story with an italicized phrase, usually taken or adapted from the text in that section or the preceding one, and ending the story with one as well, taken from the wife\u2019s earlier description of Westermark\u2019s isolation: \u201cAll events, all children, all seasons.\u201d
\nIn another story this device would probably be unbearably pretentious. Here it fits the elegiac mood and also highlights the theme of temporal displacement subtly and effectively. Bravo. Aldiss was on a pretty remarkable roll during the early and middle 1960s and this is one of the high points.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

As for the rest of the issue, Boston comments on how little fantasy there is (in both this and the previous number), pointing out the exceptions of the Roberts story and the Heywood (\u201c[Its] claim to authenticity is the main thing the story has going for it.\u201d)
\nThe Trevor story is a \u201cpolished but inconsequential story [. . .] with a weak paranormal twist at the end; the Ball has a \u201cconventional but entertainingly rendered there-and-back-again plot\u201d;* Boston is unsure if Keith Roberts\u2019 Susan<\/em> is a mutant or an alien (I thought the story was a fantasy).
\nBoston later observes:<\/p>\n

After seven issues of the Bonfiglioli Science Fantasy<\/em>, its differences from the Carnell version are beginning to gel. There\u2019s little declared fantasy, though Thomas Burnett Swann is a notable exception. Most of the SF is surprisingly conventional, though (with some exceptions) capably done or better.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This comment about the fantasy content seems to underestimate the amount that has appeared so far: not only did Swann contribute a serial to three of the seven issues, but there were also four \u2018Anita\u2018 stories from Keith Roberts, as well as the likes of The Typewriter<\/em>, and Susan<\/em>, etc. And that\u2019s before you include material from other writers that could perhaps be described as fantasy (Potts, Beech, Jones, Heywood, etc.)
\n*There is a note that the Ball story was expanded into Night of the Robots<\/em> a.k.a. Regiments of Night<\/em> (1972).<\/p>\n

Graham Hall (Vector<\/em> #32, June 1965) says that Aldiss\u2019s Man in his Time<\/em> \u201cpresents an absolutely brilliant concept,\u201d and that it \u201cwould have been worth reading even had it been written by a nitty amateur instead of Brian Aldiss.\u201d Hall adds that Aldiss\u2019s \u201chandling of the theme is mildly experimental and seems more than slightly tinged with Ballardisms\u2014but perhaps that is just prejudice on my behalf.\u201d
\nHall thinks that both the Roberts stories (he is unaware of Roberts\u2019 Bevan pseudonym) are \u201cgems of first-class writing\u201d: The War at Foxhanger<\/em> \u201ccontinues [the] amusing and whimsical [Anita] series,\u201d and \u201cMr Bevan’s [Susan<\/em>] is superb in its precise descriptions and lucid theme.\u201d
\nThe Ball story is \u201cpretentious\u201d, and Trevor\u2019s \u201cdescription and SF ideas are very good indeed but the plot is pretty badly mishandled.\u201d Hall adds that \u201cif the latter lived up to its potential, it would have been among the best suspense SF in recent years.\u201d Meanwhile, Heywood\u2019s Hunt a Wild Dream<\/em> has a \u201chackneyed Stormwater Tunnel<\/em> type idea with an unusual treatment that suffered tremendously from being serialised and merely 15 sides long in all.\u201d
\nHall finishes by saying that this \u201cgood issue\u201d has an \u201ceye-catching\u201d cover, and notes the presence of a nascent letter column, \u201cwhich, though far from satisfactory as a letter column as yet, is a Good Sign: maybe Science Fantasy<\/em> will become a magazine yet, instead of the monthly anthology it is at present.\u201d<\/p>\n

2. The relevant part of that article (The Man Who Invented the Future<\/em> by Brian W. Aldiss, New Worlds<\/em> #170, January 1967) is one of the paragraphs near the end:<\/p>\n

We now have some extremely interesting American Writers: Philip K. Dick, Kurt Vonnegut, James Blish, Ward Moore, William Tenn, Thomas Disch. These writers, like the present English group, use the Wells technique of thrusting a splinter of the unknown into a human situation in order to examine man, his circumstances, his defects, his conditions, his conditionals. They would gladly admit, I think, \u00a0that they work within a field developed almost single-handed by Mr. H. G. Wells.\u00a0 p. 28<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

3. \u2018Elleston Trevor\u2019 was a prolific writer outside the genre. There is a short Wikipedia entry here<\/a>.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

Edited 26th<\/sup> September 2019: formatting changes and minor corrections.<\/em>
\nEdited 27-28th September 2019: revised and full cover artwork; John Boston and Graham Hall’s review comments added.<\/em>
\nEdited 16th<\/sup> April 2020: Mark Yon review link added.<\/em><\/p>\n\"rss\"<\/a>\"rss\"<\/a><\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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