Some fun recent purchases (online and used bookstores in Chicago)! I saw the potential in Kate Wilhelm’s first collection of SF, The Mile-Long Spaceship (1963) so I tracked down a first edition of her second collection, The Downstairs Room and Other Speculative Fiction (1968) — I have high hopes.
I’ve found Josephine Saxton’s work hard to come by — her works were rarely reprinted. The Hieros Gamos of Sam and An Smith (1969) was a fascinating SF infused allegory so I splurged a bit and procured Vector for Seven: The Weltanschauung of Mrs. Amelia Mortimer and Friends (1970).
I am less interested in the other two purchases — The Sign of the Mute Medusa (1977) by Ian Wallace was a dollar at the thrift store and has a great domed city on the cover. I had previously read his massively disappointing Croyd (1967). And the Theodore Sturgeon volume, A Touch of Strange (1958), contains some of his best known short works — hopefully it’s rather more satisfying than A Way Home (1956).
1. The Downstairs Room and Other Speculative Fiction, Kate Wilhelm (1968) (MY REVIEW)
(Ron Walotsky’s cover for the 1970 edition)
From the inside flap of the first edition: “Come into the world of Kate Wilhelm — the very special world of Kate Wilhelm. Fear inhabits every unlit corner; unreality and madness are constantly shifting shadows just beyond the next doorway. Feel something waiting in “The Downstairs Room,” the title story of this unusual collection, as Very can feel it, reaching out to her; as she can feel it reaching into her life, into her mind, until, at last, she is touched by its purple shadow…
Observe the chic, sophisticated guests at “The Unbirthday Part.” Wellman was irresistibly drawn to the part by the sound of music and laughter, but, once in the apartment, he discovered that none o the guests knew the hosts, or even each other. And then he made a truly horrifying discovery…
Envy “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World”, serene and loved and confident in the knowledge of her great beauty, until another world cruelly intrudes itself on her…
There are fourteen stories here and each one is an eloquent testimony to Kate Wilhelm’s talent and versatility. She can move you to tears in “Sirloin and White Wine”; revulsion in “Baby, you were great”; or pity in “How Many Miles to Babylon”; as she examines, with subtle compassion, man’s fight for survival in a world that threatens to engulf him.”
2. Vector for Seven: The Weltanschauung of Mrs. Amelia Mortimer and Friends, Josephine Saxton (1970)
(Uncredited cover for the 1970 edition)
From the inside flap: “All of them had followed the explicit directions on the itinerary. Obviously a mistake had been made. A dusty and abandoned airfield was an impossible departure point. As the first wave of panic swept over the pathetic little group, a luxurious auto-bus arrived with a driver guide. They had not been deceived. The first leg of their holiday was about to begin.
Unknown to them, however, they were about to embark on a journey that was to alter and challenge their very lives.
It was a strange group that had been drawn together by a newspaper advertisement promising new places and faces at a modest price. There was the boy Septimus — alone, withdrawn, very nearly starving to death; Martha whose swarthy, gipsy beauty belied more than her age; while Sophia’s hard appearence hid her youth and disadain for life. And it was obvious Amelia’s overly proper, matronly attitude was nothing but a pretense for a very dull widowhood. The whitehaired gentleman, Edward, knew his first holiday would be his last, for death was close. And Obidiah was Edward’s perfect antithesis — young, handsome, viril and uncaring.
As the trip progressed over land and sea, it became apparent that they were not on an ordinary holiday. Through various experiences, both mental and physical, they found themselves confronted with the sham of their own lives. Faced with their own deceits, they knew that no matter how painful, they were being offered the rarest of all options — a strange rebirth and renewal of life.
3. A Touch of Strange, Theodore Sturgeon (1958)
(Hans Arnold’s cover for the 1978 edition)
From the back cover: “One of Theodore Sturgeon’s basic and original collections of his most unforgettable novelettes and short stories is brought back to print with DAW’s new presentation of A Touch of Strange. here are nine masterpieces of the imagination from the period of Sturgeon’s finest creativity. Included here are Affair with a Green Monkey, The Other Celia, The Touch of Your Hand, ad more. The name of Theodore Sturgeon is a magic word in the field of science fiction and fantasy — in A Touch of Strange you will find out for yourself ample reasons for this.”
4. The Sign of the Mute Medusa, Ian Wallace (1977)
(Uncredited cover for the 1977 edition)
From the back cover: “WELCOME TO PLANET TURQUOISE. Where the marvels of technological progress have turned the seas to acid, and the air outside the great domed city to poisonous gas. Where the affluent, exquisitely civilized ruling class has devised a program of population control that will leave only themselves alive. Where a mysterious group of revels is somehow disturbed by all of the above — disturbed enough to launch a cunning and complex campaign of killing, kidnapping, impersonation, seduction and time-change. Welcome to Planet Turquoise — where the most ingenious and incredibly exciting science fiction adventure of the year awaits you!”
17 thoughts on “Updates: Recent Science Fiction Acquisitions No. LXXVIII (Wilhelm + Saxton + Wallace + Sturgeon)”
I’ll be reading my first Wilhelm book this month with Where Late the Sweet Birds Sing. I’m really looking forward to it.
Also, I didn’t realize they were using the term “speculative fiction” that many years ago. I thought that was a more recent label.
I enjoyed Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang — but, it’s actually from rather later in her career — she was publishing SF short stories in the 50s.
As for the term, I’d have to do some research….
Yeah, I try to keep everything digital because physical books are just a pain to carry around and the pages never stay open (first world problems, I know) but the a lot of the older stuff just isn’t available in digital yet. It probably won’t be a problem for much longer, but I’m going to have breakdown and buy some real books this year, just so I can read older SF.
Well, besides the fact that unless you’re reading classics a lot of the books I read (unless I was in Canada or England) are simply not available…
Here we go — wikipedia to the rescue, speculative fiction was popularized as a term in the “1960s and early 1970s by Judith Merril and other writers and editors, in connection with the New Wave movement”
So that term is older that me. I’m surprised it hasn’t been replaced by a newer term. None of the existing labels seem entirely adequate.
I think obsession about terms can be counterproductive… But then again, I don’t think that I’m a proponent of genre. I think one can have SF tropes/elements that are used but the dividing line is if something is literary or not (and it has nothing to do with genre).
As always, you make excellent points, Sir. 🙂
A rather radical position perhaps…. Because one might argue that there are indeed “conventions” of “genre.” But they are definitely much more malleable than we might like to admit.
“Time, space, sex, danger, suspense” — I’m sold.
Besides the fact that the author is rather awful…. 😉
…and Croyd is supposedly one of his best.
Love the Ian Wallace cover – TIME, SPACE, SEX, DANGER, SUSPENSE
..what more could you ask for?
….all of that in a good book? It certainly won’t be 😉
As far as I’m concerned, you can’t go wrong with either Wilhelm or Sturgeon. Even their “middling” efforts are still good, solid reads.
Otherwise, I’m really curious about Josephine Saxton – still looking for a cheap copy of Hieros Gamos…
I’m no fan of Sturgeon — so far. I enjoyed More Than Human and tolerated The Cosmic Rape (terrible title). But, his shorts tories have not settled with me so far. As I pointed out in the comments about the books, I just read A Way Home (1956) and was very very disappointed.
I’ve read several Wallace novels, and he really is quite bad – self-indulgent, no rigour, a little too fond of his own voice… I had about half-a-dozen of them at one point, but sold half of them unread.
At least it was a mere 1$. I agree with your sentiment entirely (based on his “masterpiece” Croyd)….