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The prehistory of New Worlds is well recorded, especially by SF fan historian Rob Hansen.3 “Scientific romances” had a long if patchy history prior to the 20th century, and the names Jules Verne and H.G. Wells are justly famous as the 19th century “fathers of SF”—with Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein, arguably the mother. But commercial mass market science fiction (or “scientifiction”) was launched in the USA by Luxembourgian immigrant Hugo Gernsback, an atrocious writer with a zest for wacky ideas (television, for example, and space travel) and a habit of cheating his writers. In August 1926 he brought out Amazing Stories, the first commercial genre magazine specializing in SF. Within a year, a teenaged English schoolboy, Walter Gillings (1912-79), found a copy and became obsessed with the idea of publishing a British SF magazine and forming a support group of other enthusiasts. Other proto-fans found each other and formed local groups. Liverpool rocket enthusiasts formed the British Interplanetary Society (BIS) in 1933, which quickly gathered in a number of young men who, a decade or two later, would embody the core of British SF: Arthur C. Clarke (then 16), Eric Frank Russell (an elder statesman at 28), Ted Carnell (21), Bill Temple (19), David McIlwain (then just 12, destined to publish SF as “Charles Eric Maine”) and others.
Hansen notes the brief flickering of a weekly boys’ paper, Scoops, that ran from February to June of 1934, guttering out before it could develop into anything more adult. Meanwhile, amateur magazines devoted to science fiction and the doings of its fans—and hence dubbed “fanzines”—appeared in the UK as well as the USA and elsewhere; the most consequential was Novae Terrae. Twenty-nine issues were published by Maurice Hanson and Dennis Jacques between March 1936 and January 1939, then Novae Terrae was handed over to the new editor, Ted Carnell, in his late twenties—more or less in time for Hitler’s war to put an end to such frivolities. Carnell was able to publish four issues of the fanzine under his de-Latinized title, New Worlds. With Britain’s declaration of war on Nazi Germany in September, 1939, the BIS and the Science Fiction Association perforce disbanded “for the duration.”
In 1939, Carnell had met with a journalist, Bill Passingham,4 who’d interested a company called The World Says in his plans to publish science fiction. A scheme to convert New Worlds to a professional magazine went as far as acquiring rights to a Robert Heinlein story (“Lost Legacy,” which later appeared in Super Science Stories as “Lost Legion” and under the correct title in Heinlein’s collection, Assignment In Eternity). All these plans fell apart when The World Says went into liquidation.5
The Blitz began in late 1940, with apparently endless swarms of German bombers striking at Britain’s less powerful forces. Carnell and Temple, among other SF fans, were called up, Carnell joining the Royal Artillery in September. The technically skilled among the fans, such as Arthur C. Clarke, went off to Signals or in Clarke’s case into the development and testing of early radar aircraft landing systems. It was a bitter irony that the rockets to which they were all devoted, the utopian vehicle for space exploration, came crashing down bloodily on London, first as primitive cruise missiles (V1s) and then, toward the end of the war, as von Braun’s V2s. Later, these would form the basis of successful US and Soviet efforts to build satellites and crewed spacecraft, yea, even unto the fabled first landing on the Moon. For all that, the murderous V2 wasn’t the shape of things to come that SF fans had hoped to see.
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Science fiction and its devotees were often ridiculed in those days for “that crazy Buck Rogers stuff”—at least, until the rockets fell, and then a few years later when two nuclear bombs evaporated a pair of Japanese cities. But for all the appeal that futuristic and often jejune adventure stories undeniably had for kids (mostly young males), the British writers who went through the furnace of World War Two were not innocent dreamers, not the “anoraks” who are still mocked for their love of gaudy fantastika. Rob Hansen quotes a remarkable and chilling letter written in Italy in 1944 by British SF writer and WWII veteran William Temple (using the abbreviation “stf” from Gernsback’s “scientifiction”), that makes this utterly clear:
When we come up against the “hard realities” of life, our stf nonsense is supposed to be knocked out of us.... Actually, there’s nothing in that hard, real, outer world that is not enhanced and roselit and made wondrous by the cosmic view....
In the Army, I have grown intimate with all types of people, from miners, labourers, slaughterhouse men to professional soldiers, musicians, college men and boxers. I have watched these men in peril of death, and I have seen them die, not always pleasantly or easily. I have been near enough to death myself more times than I can remember. I have known life at its greatest discomfort in waterlogged foxholes, for many months at Anzio, soaked in the unceasing rain with no hope of drying, hungry, freezing and constantly shelled, machine-gunned, bombed and mortared. In these conditions I have striven to write books and lost them. And rewritten them painfully and lost them again. I have known utter loneliness, and also, the heart-warming comfort of a gathering of my friends. I know what love, marriage, and parenthood are like, and what it is like to be separated from these things year after year, and what it is like to lose a son....
All this sounds a bit melodramatic. I only want to prove that stf is not just a bolthole for people escaping from life. I have lived a fair amount and stf has lost none of its essential meaning through that experience. To me the imagination is somewhere nearer the heart of things than “reality.”6
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During and immediately after the immense disruption of the war, New Worlds was shelved until demobbed Carnell was introduced to Stephen Daniel Frances, head of Pendulum Publications Ltd, a believer in science fiction, and initiating writer of a series of violent, racy, fake-American thrillers featuring tough Chicago reporter Hank Janson and published under that pseudonym.7 New Worlds as a true SF magazine made its professional debut in 1946 as a more or less pulp-sized magazine from Pendulum, and a rather unprepossessing one, with appalling cover art. This book, and its companion volume, tell the story of Carnell’s magazine from its first timid steps (two issues in 1946, one in 1947, a gap of a year and a half to another two issues in 1949, three in 1950) and then a steady progression: quarterly in 1951, bimonthly in 1952, and monthly from 1955.
New Worlds would maintain its monthly schedule for the rest of Carnell’s tenure, with one exception resulting from an industry-wide labor dispute. Over the first two years with monthly issues, 1956-57, New Worlds serialized five novels by regular contributors to the magazine, each of which attained book publication (mostly as Ace Doubles, the ground floor of American SF publishing). While none was outstanding, together they illustrated the fact that Carnell had by then developed a group of writers who could provide sufficient copy—meeting a basic professional standard at all lengths—to sustain a monthly magazine without continued resort to heavy use of US reprints. Conversely, it meant that he was now providing a regular visible, and readable, presence for new readers and a reliable enough market to be attractive to potential new writers. New Worlds’ serials continued to supply both US and UK publishers with novel-length works for the rest of Carnell’s editorship, and Carnell interspersed these home-grown works with judiciously selected reprints from American sources that had not found UK magazine publication. These included Philip K. Dick’s Time out of Joint and Theodore Sturgeon’s controversial Venus Plus X, but also works by well-known UK writers such as Eric Frank Russell, Charles Eric Maine, and Brian Aldiss that he in effect repatriated for the home audience. During the early 1960s (covered in the companion volume to this one), New Worlds continued to nurture the spectacular careers of Brian Aldiss and J. G. Ballard and the solidly impressive career of James White, as well as the more prosaic and in some cases neglected ones of Colin Kapp, Philip E. High, Lee Harding, Robert Presslie, Arthur Sellings, Donald Malcolm,
