joined the masthead as Assistant with issue 4.
Non-fiction this issue includes another Guest Editorial (these would go on for some time), this one by H. J. Campbell, editor of Carnell’s competition Authentic Science Fiction. Maybe he didn’t consider Authentic the competition at that point, since Authentic started out presenting nothing but complete novels—or, more likely, he didn’t care. As Campbell says, his presence is “a tribute to the camaraderie that exists among members of the science-fiction fraternity.” Just so. Summarizing or selecting cogent excerpts from his editorial is almost impossible because it is virtually content-free. I guess the best I can do is SF is good, and it’s good that we’re all here, and that we have this good SF, and it’s good that it’s getting better. It’s exasperating to read now, but back in the small and beleaguered world of UK SF circa 1952, this sort of after-dinner speech reassurance probably served an important purpose, on the order of keeping the wolves on the other side of the campfire.
The other non-fiction item is “Forecasts and Ratings,” equivalent to “The Literary Line-Up” in New Worlds, which appears in this issue but is not seen again in future issues. It contains ratings for the previous issue, which comfortingly put the more competent writers (McIntosh, Wyndham, Tubb, Temple) ahead of the less competent ones (Rayer, Hemming, James), and contains this interesting observation: “Readers had no doubts about the type of stories they preferred in Science-Fantasy, as the story ratings for the Winter issue show. The three fantasy stories in the issue were well ahead of the rest of the field.” In fact, the three most highly rated stories are about matter transmission to Mars (McIntosh), time travel (Wyndham), and rockets to the Moon (Tubb)—not much more fantastic, to my mind, than the alien invasion, interstellar exploration, and war by machines of the three stories at the bottom of the heap. The only outright fantasy was Temple’s farce about supernatural visitation, which came in squarely in the middle. Perhaps this reflects an extremely rigorous view of the line between SF and fantasy, or maybe Carnell was just confused. In any case, the notion that Science-Fantasy was for fantasy and New Worlds was for SF (if that was the idea) isn’t really borne out by Science Fantasy’s contents, at this point or well into the future.
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Issue 4’s fiction line-up begins with John Christopher’s lead novelette “Resurrection,” about a future in which the world has been taken over by alien machines, and people live under their domination. Sound familiar? This does indeed seem to be the prototype for the his later Tripods stories. The machines have three legs, though as yet they aren’t called Tripods. The mind-control caps do not appear. And the story ends with the central brain of the aliens killed by a human smuggling a bomb. It’s an unpretentious intelligent pulp story of the sort one would have been pleased to find in one of the better US pulp magazines of its time, though in fact it did not appear in the US until the March 1959 Satellite under the title “A World of Slaves.”
The short fiction includes “Next in Line,” a competent piece of yard goods by A. Bertram Chandler, in which the characters are shipwrecked on an island which proves to be dominated by mutant rats. “The Treasure of Tagor,” by the veteran Sydney J. Bounds, is an overripe epic that reads like a Planet Stories outtake. E.g.:
“You are an Earthman, an adventurer, a man hunted by the police of three planets,” Yagho said. “A bold man, without fear—and such a one is needed to steal the Tagor treasure. I am offering you the chance of great wealth, a chance such as no man has had before. With my knowledge and your daring, the jewel of Tagor will be ours!”
F. G. Rayer’s “Plimsoll Line” is a labored and gimmicky comedy about the rivalry between the canny space trader MacTavish, who of course travels with his beautiful daughter, and his obnoxious and humorless competitor Kennedy. Peter Hawkins’ “Outworlder” is about interstellar colonists menaced by infiltration from an expanding extraterrestrial empire, but the inexperienced author isn’t able to keep all the balls of the van Vogtian plot in the air. It also nicely illustrates the degree of amateurishness of a number of the stories Carnell published during this period, and apparently did not much editorially to help. It starts out with the viewpoint character having some last conversations before he leaves for his home world and retirement, then continues as he closes up his shop and packs his bags and heads off on foot towards the spaceport. As he approaches it, his steps falter, and he begins to have second thoughts, which prevail after several paragraphs, so he changes his mind, walks back and dumps his suitcase on his bed. Then the story begins, on the sixth page of 22. This story might have been rendered competent by throwing out the extraneous material, or telling the author to do so.
The interior illustrations look better this time, both those done by the previous suspects (Quinn, Clothier, and Hunter) and the illustrations for the Christopher story, by the praiseworthy Reina Bull. In this case Bull’s cover too is actually an illustration for the story. Bull’s interiors are not as impressive as her covers—a lot of what’s captivating about her work is her use of color—but they are certainly more interesting than the others.
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The fifth issue of Science-Fantasy, still in the large digest size, is dated Autumn 1952. No publication frequency is stated, appropriately for a magazine that has managed only four issues in two years.
The small-world theme continues on the inside front cover with another “At the Pub of the Universe” ad for the White Horse Tavern: “Science fiction personalities meet every Thursday throughout the year.” This time the photo caption reads “Editors H. J. Campbell (left) of Authentic Science Fiction, and John Carnell of New Worlds discuss contemporary artwork.” Carnell is showing Campbell a proof of one of Reina Bull’s New Worlds covers.
The cover of this issue is another striking one—nice composition and use of color, and refreshing in that the shapely woman in the center of things looks to be pushing forty.14 This one is by Quinn, who also does the best of the interior art (he seems to have been going to school on Virgil Finlay and Lawrence Stevens). The others are Hunter and Clothier, who remain nondescript.
This issue’s Guest Editorial, “The Last Fifty Years and the Next,” is by J. M. Walsh, veteran of Wonder Stories Quarterly, Tales of Wonder, and the first issue of Science-Fantasy, and currently, it says, serving as an Adjudicator of the International Fantasy Award. It’s almost as insubstantial as H. J. Campbell’s. Synopsis: I’ve been around for a while, and there was a lot of SF from Wells and the likes of George Griffith, then it faded out, then it came back. “Then like a thief in the night came the great recrudescence. The war of 1939-45, the coming of the atomic bomb, the vast strides made under the sheer pressure of necessity in almost all scientific achievements stimulated interest again.” A bit loud for a thief in the night, wasn’t it? “Anyway, the next fifty years are going to be a pretty interesting time. Human beings should still remain human beings, no matter in what situation they are cast.” Walsh died the same year; his obituary was the first of the “New Worlds Profiles” in Science-Fantasy’s companion magazine, issue 18 (November 1952).
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We are entering a period in Science-Fantasy in which J. T. McIntosh Rules, though Not Necessarily OK. In the next seven issues (5-11) he has five entries, four of them lead stories, and a Guest Editorial. The lead story in 5 (they’re all short stories in that issue) is McIntosh’s “Stitch in Time,” a time travel story of surpassing murkiness. If I understand it at all, it says that time travel to the past wouldn’t matter, because whatever changes would result have already resulted, similar to R. A. Lafferty’s much more lucid “Thus We Refute Charlemagne.” This is followed by E. E. Evans’ “Was Not Spoken,” involving telepathic contact with an inhabitant of Atlantis, her soul resident in a particularly sturdy coffin; Peter Hawkins’ “Circus,” a rather anti-climactic sequel to his earlier “Outworlder”; “Not As We Are,” another tone-deaf “Colin and Brocky” story by E. R. James, discursively mixing comic and solemn elements
