Short SF Book Reviews: If All Else Fails…., Craig Strete (1980), My Petition for More Space, John Hersey (1974), and All Judgement Fled, James White (serialized 1967)

[Preliminary Note: This year saw a massive drop off in the number of reviews I’ve managed to put together due to professional pressures etc.  I wish I had been able to write fuller reviews–especially as much of the SF I read is lesser known and deserves a wider audience.  In some cases, I waited too long to write and thus loss the necessary momentum.  I have ten or so more waiting in the wings–hopefully they will allow me “to catch up” so to speak.]

1. If All Else Fails…, Craig Strete (1980)

(Margo Herr’s cover for the 1980 edition)

4.75/5 (collated rating: Very Good)

Craig Strete, one of the few Native American SF authors, picked up three Nebula Award nominations for short SF over the 70s and early 80s (“The Bleeding Man” in 1976, “Time Deer” in 1976, and “A Sunday Visit With Great-Grandfather” in 1981 although it was withdrawn).  The first two are in If All Else Fails… (1980).   They are both far from the best of the collection.

Favorites: “All My Statues Have Stone Wings” (1980), “To See the City Sitting on Its Buildings” (1975), and “A Horse of a Different Technicolor” (1975).

The pages reek with despair at the loss of Native American culture ….  The narrator of the “All My Statues” is reminded of his “grandfather who died humming all the songs he had kept silent because there was no one left to sing them” (11).  In “To See the City” the dead try to escape the concrete prisons of the cities that desecrate the holy places: “Buried animal and ground people were trying to reach out through the cracks in sidewalks.  The ground people moved restlessly under the concrete” (36).  The television, an embodiment of the white man’s control of mass culture, declares the Native American is a figment of the past, not of the present: “We make decisions for you.  Take you hand of the silver screen.  You are interfering with the projectionist.  Yes, we listen, we tell you, you are a book, and having been written, you cannot cancel a line of it” (46).

Filled with gorgeous lines, evocative images, pain….

I have a feeling that I am going to reread the collection (something I almost never do) in the near future and write a full-length review… Fans of SF tackling tough themes (such as oppression, the effects of technology, and Native American myth) in a literary and experimental manner—track down this collection!  Original authors such as Craig Strete, with distinct and diverse voices, are too often neglected in the grand narratives of SF’s past.

2. My Petition for More Space, John Hersey (1974)

(Uncredited cover for the 1976 edition)

4/5 (Good)

John Hersey’s My Petition for More Space (1974) is a quiet novel where the horror of the overpopulated future world sends only occasional currents of dread to surface.  My Petition is also a deceptively simple novel with a crystalline structure—the vast majority of the story takes place in dialogue form, with interior thoughts, between characters waiting shoulder-to-shoulder in a line waiting for a hearing for their petitions.  There is something so incredibly polished about the scenario of waiting in a line, and in this case the thoughts and actions of a narrator whose outlandish petition will never be granted.  The line as a manifestation of the travails and joys of life, brief transformative encounters, and the thoughts that might occur over the course of an afternoon… Beautiful.

Recommended for fans of literary + overpopulation themed SF.  Who knew that John Hersey, who won the Pullitzer for his coverage of Hiroshima, wrote two SF novels? (the other is The Child Buyer, 1961).

For Keith Laumer’s equally wonderful take on the endless line see my review of “In the Queue” (1970).

3. All Judgement Fled, James White (1968)

(Lawrence Edwards’ cover for the 1968 edition)

4.25/5 (Good)

James White’s All Judgement Fled (1967) is easily the most inventive 60s/70s “Big Dumb Object” novels I have encountered.  Far more complex than Clarke’s straight-laced so-called masterpiece Rendezvous with Rama (1973) or the fascinating veneer (and nothing more) of Larry Niven’s bland Ringworld (1970).  Notice that White’s novel predates both better known behemoths of this common subgenre.

Years ago I read and enjoyed James White’s The Watch Below (1966) but for whatever reason I did not read more of his novels.  All Judgement Fled (1968) is even better.  Unlike White’s most famous medical-themed SF, this novel psychologically dark and unsettling which often hints at themes that Malzberg would tackle a few years later (such as perpetuating the cult of the astronaut even in the face of incredible danger)…

It was Walters who had the last word.  Deafeningly, apologetically, with the volume of his transmitter turned right up he said, ‘It was set to rebroadcast your last words as the Ship carried you out of the solar system to some dire, extraterrestrial fate.  This spirited exchange of ideas is being overheard by all the world.

‘I don’t think the general will approve of some of the language…'” (140)

The first third of the novel is claustrophobic and terrifying—the astronauts journey towards the strange Big Dumb Object in two tiny space capsules.  One crewman is wrecked by some psychosomatic illness triggered by his psychological state…. And, all hell breaks loose as all semblance of a potential peaceful first contact breaks down.  Wild theories proliferate, violence abounds, who is experimenting on who?

Recommended for all fans of dark first contact SF.

(Uncredited cover for the 1969 Corgi edition)

(Wayne Douglas Barlowe’s cover for the 1979 edition)

(John Harris’ cover for the 1987 edition)

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Quasit's Daily Book Recommendations: "Parker Pyne Investigates" (1934) by Agatha Christie

I'm finding it difficult to write anything on what I now understand is a captured platform that lacks free speech. I'll keep writing recommendations, for now. But if anyone can recommend a social media site or server that stands for free speech, PLEASE let me know.

"Parker Pyne Investigates" was also released as "Mr. Parker Pyne, Detective". BOTH titles are mostly inaccurate. Parker Pyne is neither an investigator nor a detective, primarily. He's a retired government statistician who helps the unhappy.

"ARE YOU HAPPY? IF NOT, CONSULT MR. PARKER PYNE, 17 Richmond St."

That ad in the paper brings a number of troubled people to 17 Richmond St., where Parker Pyne solves their problems–or tries to.

["...the mere sight of Mr Parker Pyne brought a feeling of reassurance. He was large, not to say fat; he had a bald head of noble proportions, strong glasses, and little twinkling eyes.

‘Pray sit down,’ said Mr Parker Pyne. ‘You have come in answer to my advertisement?’ he added helpfully.

‘Yes,’ said Mrs Packington, and stopped there.

‘And you are not happy,’ said Mr Parker Pyne in a cheerful, matter-of-fact voice. ‘Very few people are. You would really be surprised if you knew how few people are happy.’

‘Indeed?’ said Mrs Packington, not feeling, however, that it mattered whether other people were unhappy or not.

‘Not interesting to you, I know,’ said Mr Parker Pyne, ‘but very interesting to me. You see, for thirty-five years of my life I have been engaged in the compiling of statistics in a government office. Now I have retired, and it has occurred to me to use the experience I have gained in a novel fashion. It is all so simple. Unhappiness can be classified under five main heads–no more, I assure you. Once you know the cause of a malady, the remedy should not be impossible.

‘I stand in the place of the doctor. The doctor first diagnoses the patient’s disorder, then he proceeds to recommend a course of treatment. There are cases where no treatment can be of avail. If that is so, I say frankly that I can do nothing. But I assure you, Mrs Packington, that if I undertake a case, the cure is practically guaranteed.’"]

The stories are a bit old-fashioned in places, but fun. In the first one, Mrs Packington's husband has fallen under the spell of an alluring young employee of his who's quite an effective gold-digger. Mr Pyne orders Mrs Packington to meet with a handsome young friend of his for lunch.

Things happen, and the case is successfully resolved: Love triumphs.

The first six stories in the book are of that type, while the latter six are stories of Parker Pyne on vacation in various exotic spots. He tries to avoid work, but is constantly drawn into various mysteries. Mrs Christie's usual prejudices are in display; foreigners (including Americans) are basically stereotypes. Personally I find that rather amusing.

The book is •right• on the edge of the public domain, but it will still be a couple of years or so before it's available. That said, you should be able to find new and used copies for sale. Ebooks are available from the usual suspects, and you can borrow the book freely from the Internet Archive.

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Mr. Parker Pyne, detective : Christie, Agatha, 1890-1976 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

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The Reluctant Husband ~ Sold!

Exciting announcement – my novella The Reluctant Husband is officially part of the SPOOKY BY ASSOCIATION anthology, forthcoming 2021/22 and edited by Nita Pan.

I wrote this novella for anyone who enjoys early weird gothic fiction and doesn’t take it too seriously, but also really wants terrible things to happen to the awful male protagonists.

The year is 1938. Occultist and civil servant, Nathan Montague Porter, is convinced his as-yet undiscovered greatness has at last been recognised by someone – or something – beyond our realm. His dabblings lead him to the dreary coastal town of Pagham-on-Sea and its equally dreary manor, Fairwood House, at the invitation of the ailing Sir Jack Sauvant, who puts Nathan to work on a private, desperate project. Here, Nathan meets the formidable and disquietingly eldritch tea lady Miss Deirdre Wend, who (improbably) seems to hold the key to all the secrets beyond his grasp. However, if he wants to know the cosmic mysteries and find out what’s under her blouse, he’s going to have to take her to the pictures first. Miss Wend is not that sort of eldritch girl.

CW for parasitical/mutation body horror, toxic/misogynistic main character, toxic relationships, and [magical] animal [rodent] experimentation and death.

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Teaser: The Reluctant Husband

I first began to suspect the existence of a mysterious benefactor when three coincidences in my life aligned. I had become vaguely aware, since my dabblings with summoning rituals adapted from John Dee’s texts, of someone watching me at night. It is the oddest feeling, the sense of somebody far away peering at me, and my skin reacts as if a myriad of curious eyes are raking over it – yet there is nothing out of the window, no one standing under the streetlights outside, no one in the windows of the houses across the road. I feel it most in dreams, as if I have drawn the attention of someone – or something – that is at a considerable distance, observing me through a telescope. I wake with a jolt, positive someone is in the room. There is never anyone there.

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Iconic Settings: Monstrous May Challenge

‘Love Song for The Crows’ – C. M. Rosens

The text version is available to Ko-Fi supporters only to read, but this is available to everyone to listen to. I haven’t edited this audio, as I recorded it quickly before work!

If you like this content and want to find more, you can tip me as a on-off and get access to all my supporter-only content for the month. If the story of Fairwood House intrigues you, this is a prequel piece to the novel THE CROWS which is available to buy from my Ko-Fi Shop (digital file) or from Amazon and other ebook retailers. The paperback is available through Amazon.

I am serialising this novel weekly on my podcast, ELDRITCH GIRL. You can listen to this on Spotify, iTunes, Google Podcasts and RSS.com/podcasts/eldritchgirl.

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I found Italo Calvino's 'Cosmicomics' a riot of invention, poetry, humour and profundity. Short, philosophical storiettes a la Borges.

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pipe bomb dream 2

The morning. The room has one window. He gets up. The carpet is green. Used to be. There is a door. Another room. A kitchen. Smells. Someone making eggs. "Good morning," she says. There is a smile in her voice. She likes him. She’s not mad. "Good morning," Silas says. There is blood in his head. Throwing itself back and forth. "I made us breakfast," she says. Us, she says. He mimics her. Smiling. Happy about breakfast. "You shouldn't have." He returns the pleasantry. He accepts the […]

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pipe bomb dream 2

The morning. The room has one window. He gets up. The carpet is green. Used to be. There is a door. Another room. A kitchen. Smells. Someone making eggs. “Good morning,” she says. There…

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Does anything notable happen to a dragon today?

What notable things happened today?

We’re here with Rin once again. He for some reason doesn’t want to give up Dragon Street to another dragon today. Weird.

Our main interviewer is still gone too.

Rin

Uhhhhmmmmm. I fought a dragon that stole something from us. It’s an important, soft blue globule thing. Looks like a blue flame.

It was 2 am. My friends and I and some other guys were stationed at a high rise club, trying to gain intel from a bunch of rich dudes having a party. The thief posed as one of our workers but made sure to stay out of sight from me, Nasir, Alaos, and Forri. We did see the thief pretty quickly.

Forri was busy giving multiple BJs, Alaos was learning about a missing hatchling. I hadn’t been booked yet because I was doing my pre-fuck mentals, so I had to chase the guy. I didn’t mind it. I was ready to scrap with someone.

I chased them through the tower, they jumped out a window and ran downwards, on the building, mind you. They broke one of the windows by force. I turned into my dragonself and flew into the window they shattered. They threw something at me but I dodged by turning back into my human self.

They broke into the labs where that scientist kept the workers they were testing on. All of them broke out and aided me in the fight, but man. That intruder could throw hands. They were well trained like me.

When they downed one boy, another would jump in. Some got back up to fight more. One of them got thrown but he used a pole to swing himself back around and launch himself into a two-legged kick at the thief. I so would’ve done that too. Amazing how we all think alike.

The thief managed to force one into his dragon form and hook between his teeth. Unluckily for us, the guy was an acid species. The thief made him regurgitate acid. The guys backed away and hissed. The thief was smart enough to direct his volatile power at the ceiling to make a hole and escape to the upper floors. I followed, hopping over the acid and high-jumping into the hole they made.

I chased them off the balcony and as we fell, I hacked off their left arm and legs. The blue flame was charged enough for use. They crushed it with their remaining hand.

Crushing it regenerates limbs and heightens your power. Their limbs returned, blue and emanating a flame-like whisp. I pushed off of them, sends my them careening to the ground at full speed. I let them fall to the ground but I knew they would be fine. I can’t arrest them on my own.

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