{"id":2204,"date":"2016-11-11T10:46:31","date_gmt":"2016-11-11T10:46:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=2204"},"modified":"2018-01-31T18:38:53","modified_gmt":"2018-01-31T18:38:53","slug":"astounding-science-fiction-v30n04-december-1942","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=2204","title":{"rendered":"Astounding Science Fiction v30n04, December 1942"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Other reviews:
\nJamie Rubin: Vacation in the Golden Age, Episode\u00a042<\/a> (forthcoming)<\/p>\n

Fiction:
\nThe Weapon Shop<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by A. E. van Vogt \u2217\u2217\u2217\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Flight That Failed<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by A. E. van Vogt and E. Mayne Hull [as by E. M. Hull]
\nSome Day We\u2019ll Find You<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novella by Cleve Cartmill
\nInterlude<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Ross Rocklynne \u2217<\/strong>
\nTo Follow Knowledge<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Frank Belknap Long
\nJohnny Had a Gun<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Robert Moore Williams \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nPiggy Bank<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore [as by Lewis Padgett] \u2217<\/strong>
\nProbability Zero:<\/em><\/strong>
\nTrue Fidelity<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by William M. Danner
\nThe Human Bomb<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Stanley Woolston
\nValadusia<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Jack Bivins
\nO\u2019Ryan, the Invincible<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by T. D. Whitenack, Jr.
\nMy Word!<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Frank J. Smythe
\nTake-Off<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by L. M. Jensen<\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\nCover<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 William Timmins
\nInterior artwork<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 Kolliker, Paul Orban, Elton Fax, Charles Schneeman, M. Isip, F. Kramer
\nPower Supply<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 editorial by John W. Campbell, Jr.
\nIn Times to Come <\/em><\/strong>
\nGet Out and Get Under (Part 1 of 2)<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 essay by L. Sprague de Camp
\nBrass Tacks<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 letters<\/p>\n

As I have may have mentioned before, Jamie Rubin has been reviewing Astounding<\/em> on his blog with the intention of covering its \u2018Golden Age\u2019 of July 1939 to December 1950. In late 2016, after a prolonged break from posting any new reviews, he copied the posts to a separate site (link above) and was going to\u00a0continue to review another one every fortnight (but never did). At the time I noticed that the proposed upcoming issue was relatively self-contained in that it had no serials or\u00a0series stories, bar the van Vogt (which I\u2019ve read a couple of times before and know is standalone), so I thought I\u2019d have a look.<\/p>\n

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This edition of the magazine is one of the large bedsheet format ones and so there is a lot of reading here, containing as it does a novella and four novelettes plus some short stories.1<\/sup> The fiction leads off with the classic\u2014and still impressive\u2014The Weapon Shop<\/em><\/strong> by A. E. van Vogt, the second in his \u2018Weapon Shops of Isher\u2019 series. This begins with an opening paragraph that gives us several pieces of information:<\/p>\n

The village at night made a curiously timeless picture. Fara walked contentedly beside his wife along the street. The air was like wine; and he was thinking dimly of the artist who had come up from Imperial City, and made what the telestats called\u2014he remembered the phrase vividly\u2014\u201ca symbolic painting reminiscent of a scene in the electrical age of seven thousand years ago.\u201d p.9<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The couple\u2019s pleasant evening walk is soon interrupted when Fara notices a newly opened Weapon Shop, which has appeared overnight in a side street. Fara, a loyal supporter of the Empress, is enraged at this desecration of his timeless home by an organisation that does not recognise her authority. As a crowd gathers outside the shop he becomes even angrier when neither the townspeople nor the constable take any action. The constable states it is impossible to break into the shops, so Fara goes home and returns with an atomic cutting torch which he uses to no avail in trying to gain entry.<\/p>\n

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One of the bystanders says the door will only open for those who will not harm the occupants and Fara, though he ridicules the statement, reaches forward and attempts to open the door. It opens. However, when he urges the constable to quickly go in and effect an arrest the door slams shut again. Fara grabs the doorknob once more, which gives us one of the story\u2019s great images:<\/p>\n

Fara stared stupidly at his hand, which was still clenched. And then, slowly, a hideous thrill coursed along his nerves. The knob had\u2014withdrawn. It had twisted, become viscous, and slipped amorphously from his straining fingers. Even the memory of that brief sensation gave him a feeling of unnormal things. p.12<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He tries the handle again but the door remains locked. His mood rapidly changes from anger to fear as he realises that maybe even the soldiers of the empress would be powerless in this situation. At that point he tries again and gains entry.
\nInside there are more unsettling events for Fara. He meets a silver-haired man and, quickly collecting himself, tells him he wants to buy a gun for hunting. He is met with a recitation of the bye-laws that the Weapon Shops impose. When Fara eventually gets hold of the weapon and turns it on the silver-haired man, the latter barely reacts, but starts discussing Fara with a man standing to the rear. The pair conclude that his one-sided outlook about the Empire would be difficult to change. They finish by showing him a disturbing vision: the Empress is in the metropolis arranging for the murder of one of her ex-lovers. Fara is then ejected out of a side door. Worse is to come: when Fara gets home he finds out that the Weapon Shop has put out black propaganda on the telestat about him being the shop\u2019s first customer.
\nAll of this is a great start to the story. Having started with a couple enjoying an evening walk in a bucolic village, we are swiftly introduced to the enigmatic Weapon Shops with their near magical technology and shown the dark underbelly of the Empire.
\nThe subsequent narrative arc (multiple spoilers) has Fara fall slowly from grace: his son (there is ongoing familial strife that helps ground the story) ends up taking a huge amount of money from his account. Fara takes a loan from the bank to cover this and then loses his business\u00a0to\u00a0a large competitor, Automatic Atomic Motor Repair Shops, when they buy the loan and foreclose.<\/p>\n

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After the local court treats him badly, and his mother-in-law refuses to offer any financial support, he ends up going to back to the Weapon Shop to buy\u00a0a gun so he can commit suicide. After\u00a0his purchase he finds himself transported to the off-world site and finds himself standing in front of a huge machine:<\/p>\n

A machine, oh, a machine\u2014
\nHis brain lifted up, up in his effort to grasp the tremendousness of the dull-metaled immensity of what was spread here under a summer sun beneath a sky as blue as a remote southern sea.
\nThe machine towered into the heavens, five great tiers of metal, each a hundred feet high; and the superbly streamlined five hundred feet ended in a peak of light, a gorgeous spire that tilted straight up a sheer two hundred feet farther, and matched the very sun for brightness.
\nAnd it was a machine, not a building, because the whole lower tier was alive with shimmering lights, mostly green, but sprinkled colorfully with red and occasionally a blue and yellow.\u00a0 \u00a0Twice, as Fara watched, green lights directly in front of him flashed unscintillatingly into red.
\nThe second tier was alive with white and red lights, although there were only a fraction as many lights as on the lowest tier. The third section had on its dull-metal surface only blue and yellow lights; they twinkled softly here and\u00a0there over the vast area.
\nThe fourth tier was a series of signs, that brought the beginning of comprehension. The whole sign was:
\nWHITE \u2014 BIRTHS
\nRED \u2014 DEATHS
\nGREEN \u2014 LIVING
\nBLUE \u2014 IMMIGRATION TO EARTH
\nYELLOW \u2014 EMIGRATION
\nThe fifth tier was also all sign, finally explaining :
\nPOPULATIONS
\nSOLAR SYSTEM 19,174,463,747
\nEARTH 11,193,247,361
\nMARS 1,097,298,604
\nVENUS 5,141,053,811
\nMOONS 1,742,863,971
\nThe numbers changed, even as he looked at them, leaping up and down, shifting below and above what they had first been. People were dying, being born, moving to Mars, to Venus, to the moons of Jupiter, to Earth\u2019s moon, and others coming back again, landing minute by minute in the thousands of spaceports. Life went on in its gigantic fashion\u2014and here was the stupendous record. p.23<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This is a scene that has perhaps become more credible in the age of meta-data than it was when I first read it many years ago.
\nA passer-by tells him he is at Information Center, the home of the Weapon Shop courts. The subsequent interviews and court procedure provides justice and restitution to Fara for a conspiracy he was unaware of between the bank and the company that bought his shop. We also find out a lot more about the Weapon Shops and what they do.
\nThe most intriguing thing I found about this section was that Van Vogt doesn\u2019t go for the easy option of the Weapon Shops as a government-in-waiting, or a resistance movement waiting to usurp\u00a0the Empress and take over, but paints them as an near-omnipotent, altruistic and almost neutral organisation. As well as being warned off about any future bad-mouthing of Her Majesty, they tell him:<\/p>\n

It is important to understand that we do not interfere in the main stream of human existence<\/em>. We right wrongs; we act as a barrier between the people and their more ruthless exploiters.
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\nPeople always have the kind of government they want<\/em>. When they want change, they must change it. As always we shall remain an incorruptible core\u2014and I mean that literally; we have a psychological machine that never lies about a man\u2019s character\u2014I repeat, an incorruptible core of human idealism, devoted to relieving the ills that arise inevitably under any form of government. p.26<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I liked this story a lot, in particular its almost dreamlike progression. One of his best.
\nThe rest of the fiction in this issue, unfortunately, is pretty poor. Whether this is just a one-off or whether this is the result of much of Campbell\u2019s talent being called up for war service (this issue appeared about a year after Pearl Harbour) remains to be seen.<\/p>\n

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The Flight That Failed<\/em><\/strong> is another story that comes from van Vogt, this time in collaboration with his wife E. Mayne Hull, although I rather wonder if he revised a story that she wrote. It tells of a wartime flight over the Atlantic in unusual moonlit conditions. A stranger comes into the cockpit and starts talking to the captain before he is arrested and put in chains. He escapes from these not once but twice and, while this is going on, we learn he is from a possible future and warns of an imminent attack by German aircraft. He further states that he needs to man one of the machine guns to prevent his particular Nazi-dominated future occurring. When he is not believed he vanishes.
\nUntil this point the story was\u00a0OK but afterwards goes rapidly downhill. They\u00a0(spoiler) are\u00a0attacked by the German\u00a0aircraft and, in the middle of this, the captain has a rather unconvincing conversation with a professor on board. The latter is later killed. The pilot returns to the cockpit and shoots a ray gun at one of the attacking aircraft and destroys it. He then realises he is onboard some sort of spaceship in a reality caused\u00a0by the death of the professor. This unbelievable ending just shakes the story to bits.<\/p>\n

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Some Day We\u2019ll Find You<\/em><\/strong> by Cleve Cartmill is about a company called Trading Posts, which has a monopoly in\u00a0inter-solar system trading. The owner Bradley is looking for two men called Wellman and Stopes as they have invented a space drive that may threaten his business. He hires a man called Craig Marten through Hunt Inc., an investigative firm, to find them. Bradley also tasks a woman called Jennifer Jones to get close to Craig for reasons revealed later in the story.<\/p>\n

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There isn\u2019t really any point in saying more about this: there is no real science fiction content here, just a number of one-dimensional characters being moved around an overlong and quite boring plot. You can tell what is going to happen from the synopsis above. To add to the suffering Cartmill can\u2019t even write half-decent prose, and the story is full of material like this:<\/p>\n

Thorne Raglan didn\u2019t look like a hunter. He was moon-faced, with a glow like that goddess of the night. This effect, perhaps, was wrought by small blue eyes that twinkled over mounded pink cheeks. His short pug nose was almost lost in an expanse of geniality. p.39<\/p>\n

Craig looked steadily at the pink face of his employer. \u201cThis case must be important.\u201d
\n\u201cThat mounting sound you hear,\u201d Raglan chuckled, \u201cis our bank balance. If you get a hot lead, let me know instantly.\u201d p.44<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Pulp filler, and not even good pulp filler at that.<\/p>\n

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Interlude<\/em><\/strong> by Ross Rocklynne is about a Neanderthal who is transported into a totalitarian future where people are controlled by collars locked around their necks. He later (spoiler) breaks free of a reservation and kills the dictator. This is obviously a ridiculous plot but, unlike the Cartmill, at least the story moves along at an entertaining clip and has\u00a0better prose.<\/p>\n

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To Follow Knowledge<\/em><\/strong> by Frank Belknap Long begins with three old friends getting together at an exhibition. One of them, Morrison has built a time machine, which generates some eye-glazingly dull conversation:<\/p>\n

She paused an instant, then resumed. \u201cI was a problem child in physics at Vassar, but I seem to remember that only time on Earth would stand still. If you moved with the speed of light and looked back at Earth, everything would appear to be standing still. If you moved faster, events on Earth would unhappen.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d Temple said. \u201cPeople who don\u2019t think things through imagine that events would repeat themselves in little jerks. Come to a head, so to speak, and then unwind feet foremost. Actually they would unhappen continuously, roll backward until all history repeated itself in reverse.\u201d
\n\u201cBut only on Earth,\u201d Joan reminded him. \u201cWe could observe that reversal only by moving away from Earth in the direction of motion faster than light. And we could move about and grow older while watching it if we were traveling in a time machine. Our motion would not be relative in relation to the machine. That seems sort of tautological, but you get what I mean.\u201d
\n\u201cI get what you mean,\u201d Temple said. \u201cAnd without realizing it you\u2019ve put your finger on the crux of our predicament. We don\u2019t know what reality would be like in a higher dimension than we can perceive with our limited endowments of sight, touch and hearing, but it seems unlikely that a time machine would just move away from Earth with the speed of light. p.90<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Temple then starts the time machine, off the back of a dare if I recall correctly, and this catapults them into a number of strange realities. He is\u00a0the only one that can move between the several realities that they are scattered between. This situation develops for a while\u00a0before switching\u00a0to Temple explaining what had happened to \u2018grandpop\u2019 for several pages. I say explaining but I mean more\u00a0pseudoscientific babble about time travel, faster than light travel, multiple dimensions, etc., which makes it read like a really bad Weird Tales<\/em> super-science story from the 1930s.<\/p>\n

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Johnny Had a Gun<\/em><\/strong> by Robert Moore Williams is about a small time criminal interrogated by police after he kills a gangster with a strange pistol that appears not of this time and\/or place. The story seems more interested in the hard-boiled detective aspects than the SF, although this does produce some well-done gore:<\/p>\n

In spite of himself, the lieutenant shuddered. He had seen violent death in many forms, men with their heads caved in, with all bones broken, with their guts dragging on the sidewalk, but he had never seen anything like this. He had been in a squad car near the scene and a radio call had sent him hurrying to it. He had found a totally bewildered young criminal in the clutch of an equally bewildered patrolman and he had found bits of flesh scattered all over the street, splattered against the walls of the building, draped over\u00a0Neon signs. Bone, pieces of intestines, blood\u2014Nelson quickly lit another cigarette. p.100<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

An intriguing story but one that goes nowhere.<\/p>\n

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I had higher hopes for the next piece given that it is one of two \u2018Lewis Padgett\u2019 stories that were published between The Twonky<\/em> (an entertaining gimmick story in Astounding<\/em>, September 1942) and Mimsy Were The Borogroves<\/em> (the classic that would appear in Astounding<\/em>, February 1943). Alas it was not to be.
\nPiggy Bank<\/em><\/strong> by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore is set in a future world where rival business tycoons seek to put each other out of business. One of these business men is suffering repeated diamond robberies so he gets his scientist to build him a robot studded with diamonds that can\u2019t be caught. This scientist also makes artificial diamonds for the businessman by a secret process, and he doesn\u2019t trust his boss . . . .
\nOnce the robot is built (spoiler) the businessman double-crosses the scientist and has him killed, and discovers what the patent number for the diamond manufacturing process is; he also discovers that the scientist has changed the pass-phrase that allows anyone to get near the robot. Meantime, one of his business rivals has started putting the squeeze on him financially so he needs to get hold of the diamonds.
\nAs you can gather from the description, this is another contrived and unlikely pulp tale. The ending isn\u2019t that impressive either.<\/p>\n

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There are a further half-dozen short-shorts that come under the Probability Zero <\/em><\/strong>umbrella, an idea Campbell dreamt up to allow aspiring writers to break into Astounding<\/em> with SF tall tales. These six include stories about FM radio programs and a portal that opens; a man parachuting through the Earth destroying a Nazi city and causing a tidal wave in Japan; a nightclub planet that has plants which provide drink and music ruined by a swing band that causes a musical civil war; a man leading limbless aliens through poison ivy and driving them insane as they can\u2019t itch;, fire-walking as training for a later expedition to the sun; and, finally, the assembly of a spaceship in record time for a race to Alpha Centauri. They are all uniformly awful and should have been left in the slush pile. According to ISFDB, none seem to have been reprinted. No surprise there.<\/p>\n

The non-fiction this month isn\u2019t as bad as most of the fiction but there is nothing special here either. The Cover<\/em><\/strong> for Van Vogt\u2019s story by William Timmins is rather bland, but having looked at a number of Astounding<\/em> covers of the time this may have been intentional: a deliberate contrast to the lurid pulps.
\nOrban\u2019s illustrations are the probably the best of the Interior artwork<\/em><\/strong> but it is a pity that his rocketships, etc. look like they have flown in from the 1930s.
\nPower Supply<\/em><\/strong> by John W. Campbell, Jr. is an editorial that initially talks about the desirability of getting electricity directly from atomic fission before talking about other power sources, solar, wind, etc. It ends with this:<\/p>\n

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If and when men develop an efficient way of using low-potential energy sources, the problem of unlimited energy, costless, fuelless, totally and continuously available, is ended. Solar energy is so vast in total amount that any drains man might put on it would be completely indetectable; the trick we lack now is a method of using the already existent immense area of sun-energy absorber, the nicely designed absorber that acts also as a reservoir for the energy during the night when solar energy isn\u2019t available. Figure a way to turn the thermal energy of the Earth\u2019s atmosphere, and of its seas, into electric power directly, and there won\u2019t be any real need for atomic power plants here on Earth. p.4<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

In Times to Come<\/em><\/strong> states that this month\u2019s story ratings will appear next month along with the third \u2018Seetee\u2019 story by \u2018Will Stewart\u2019 (Jack Williamson)\u2014his last for a while as he is doing weather observation for the Air Corps.
\nGet Out and Get Under <\/em><\/strong>by L. Sprague de Camp is the first part of a two-part article about vehicles in warfare. This part covers five vehicles: the chariot, the helepolis, the war elephant, the ribauld, and the battle car. It does tend to go on, especially in the elephant section where there are endless examples of their use\u00a0in warfare.
\nBrass Tacks<\/em><\/strong> is unusually dull this time around: this was not helped by my not having read the few stories mentioned in the letters.<\/p>\n

With the singular exception of Van Vogt\u2019s classic, a very poor issue. The next few look like they contain some\u00a0promising items (The Weapon Makers<\/em>, Mimsy Were The Borogroves, Clash By Night<\/em>, Gather, Darkness!)<\/em> but I wonder what the overall standard will be like.\u00a0\u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. With the January 1942 issue Astounding<\/em> went from being 164pp. pulp to 132pp. bedsheet format. When Campbell was talking about Unknown<\/em>\u00a0making the same change he said the amount of fiction would increase from 80,000 words to 110,000 words per issue.\u00a0\u25cf<\/p>\n

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