[May 23, 1960] Month's End (June 1960 Fantasy and Science Fiction)

With Astounding so good this month, I suppose it was too much to ask that Fantasy and Science Fiction would also be of high caliber.  While it's not a bad issue, it's not one of the better ones, either.

Charles Henneberg (who I understand is actually a Parisian named Nathalie) has the best story of the bunch, The Non-Humans, translated by Damon Knight.  This is the second story the team has published in F&SF, and it is far better than the previous one.  It's a lovely historical tale of an Italian renaissance painter and the androgynous alien with whom he falls in love.  An historical personage has a supporting part; his identity is kept secret until the end, though the half-clever can deduce it before finishing.

Britisher H.F. Ellis offers up Fireside Chat, a reprint from Punch.  It involves a haunted house and leaves the reader wondering just who are the ghosts, and who are the current residents?

I know many of my readers are Howard Fast fans, but his latest, Cato the Martian is not among his best.  For the past fifty years, the Martians have listened to our radio broadcasts and watched our television programming with avid interest and increasing concern.  A certain Martian lawmaker, nicknamed after the famous anti-Carthaginian Roman, concludes each speech with "Earth must be destroyed!" until, finally, he gets his comrades in litigation to agree.  The ensuing war does not turn out well for the dwellers of the Red Planet. 

It's not really science fiction.  If anything, it's perhaps the other side of the coin to Earthmen Bearing Gifts, in which the Martians eagerly await the arrival of their Terran neighbors, but with a similar ending.

The Swamp Road, by Will Worthington, is an interesting After-the-Bomb piece about a community held together by a bitterly strict Christian doctrine a la Salem, Massachusetts.  Every so often, one of the citizens changes, developing a second eyelid and otherwise adapting to a dessicated, alien world.  When the change happens to the storyteller and his love, they are forced out of the village and must learn the true nature of their metamorphosis.  It's a good, atmospheric yarn, though I feel it could have been longer.  Some subjects deserve more than just a taste.

Some, on the other hand, don't deserve the space.  Slammy and the Bonneygott is the story of an alien child who crosses dimensions in a tinker toy spaceship and plays with a few children for an afternoon.  It was apparently written by a neophyte named "Mrs. Agate," and the plot was provided by her six-year old son.  One can tell.

Avram Davidson has two settings: amazing and passable.  The Sixth Season is a passable story about a small crew of humans stuck on an anthropological expedition to a backwoods alien-inhabited world for 200 days.  They endure five miserable seasons–can they survive the sixth?

It reminds me of my days growing up in the desert community of El Centro.  I used to lament that we had four seasons like everyone else, but they were Hot, Stink, Bug, and Wind.  That's not being entirely charitable, of course.  We had a balmy Winter, too.  For about two weeks.

Asimov's column this month is Bug-eyed Vonster.  No, it has nothing to do with aliens; it's how the good Doctor remembers the term BeV.  It is an abbreviation for "Billion electron Volts," a unit of electric energy commonly encountered when discussing cosmic rays and atom smashers.  I learned what Cerenkov radiation is (the radiation given by particles going faster than the speed of light in a given material).

Cliff Simak's The Golden Bugs takes up most of the rest of the book.  This time, he trades the poetic farmlands for the prosaic suburbs for the story's setting.  A swarm of extraterrestrial crystal turtle-beetles ride into town on an agate meteorite and begin to wreak havoc on an average American family.  It's fun while it lasts, but it ends too abruptly, and there isn't much to it.  It's the sort of thing one cranks out between masterpieces.

Finally, there is the nigh impenetrable Beyond Ganga Mata by John Berry, a space-filler originally published in The Southwestern.  A fellow travels to India, meets a holy man, journeys for a year, and meets him again.  Perhaps it was simply the lateness of the hour, but had the story not been blessedly short, I'd have had trouble finishing the magazine.

For those who like to keep score, this issue of F&SF was, depending on how you average things, earned between 2.78 and 2.88 stars.  Compare that to Galaxy, which got between 3 and 3.13 stars, and Astounding, which earned exactly three stars even.

Though it could be argued on the numbers that Galaxy was thus the better magazine, and it was certainly the biggest, I'm going to give the June 1960 crown to Astounding.  All of the fiction was decent to very good, and it's not Janifer, Anvil, and Berryman's fault that Campbell wrote a stinker of a "science" article.  Plus, Charley de Milo was the choice story for the month.

Continuing my analysis, this means that the Big Three magazines (counting Galaxy and IF as one) each took the monthly crown twice–all of them tied.  And that's why I keep my subscriptions to all of them.

A more depressing statistic: there was only one woman author this month, and she wrote under a male pseudonym!

By the way, remember Sputnik 4?  The precursor to Soviet manned space travel?  Well, it looks like the Communists won't be orbiting a real person any time soon.  In an uncharacteristically candid news announcement, the Soviets disclosed that the ship's retrorocket, designed to brake the capsule for landing, actually catapulted the craft into a higher orbit.  It'll be up there for a while.  Oh well.

See you soon with a book review!

10 thoughts on “[May 23, 1960] Month's End (June 1960 Fantasy and Science Fiction)”

  1. My two favorite stories in this issue were the translated French one (although I thought the revelation of the identity of the famous person was a bit gimmicky) and the one set in India.  It's interesting to note that both of these are reprints, and that both come from outside the Anglo-American speculative fiction enclave. 

    It's always refreshing to see what's going on in the field in other languages.  (It would be particularly nice to see some of the SF being written in the Soviet Union, where I understand it is quite popular.)

    Just as exotic to most SF readers is the world of mainstream/literary fiction.  I generally like F&SF's reprints from the "little" magazines.  Perhaps it was the Hindu mysticism of John Berry's story that made it difficult, but I enjoyed reading something different.

    F&SF used to be a good source of fine female writers, particularly Margaret St. Claire/Idris Seabright, so it's disappointing to have only one.  Maybe that new writer Joanna Russ will show up again.

    Somehow in my quest for the worst possible SF films I missed "Spy in the Sky!" but that may be a good thing.  Coming from the director of very dull, silly films like "Phantom From Space," "Killers From Space," and "The Snow Creature," it is probably better imagined than seen.

    1. "F&SF used to be a good source of fine female writers,"

      I don't think The Kindly Editor has the same hands on approach to female writers as good old Tony Boucher had.

      F&SF has declined quite a bit since Boucher left and Mills took over. I think this is the first issue of which I've not read a single story. Usually there were 4-5 that interested me enough to read.

      1. I'm always glad to get a progress report from you, Knut.  I was telling my family just the other day about our fan who is methodically working his way to the present day from the beginning.

        Boucher>Mills>Davidson.

        The jury is still out on Ferman, though he's better than Davidson, at least.

        1. I don't know about Ferman, but Fairman (Paul) gets my vote as the laziest and least inspired SF magazine editor. The new editor, Cele Goldsmith, has certainly improved the old bottom of the barrel magazines Amazing and Fantastic.

          But it will be interesting to see how F&SF develops. All the Top Three had some very strong periods (Astounding around 1939-1943, F&SF under Boucher and the first 2-3 years of Galaxy), so it seems very difficult to maintain a high level for more than five years or so.

  2. Simak has been around for, what, fifteen years?  He can be readable, but so far I haven't seen anything of his that I'd bother to read a second time.  Generally if an author is going to be successful it doesn't take nearly that long. 

    Supposedly he has a decent day job, so he's probably just puttering about.  There are some signs of talent there if he gets serious, though.

    1. I've read some stories I liked very much by Simak.  Junkyard, All the Traps of Earth, Death in the HouseNo Life of their Own is good, too.

      I've reviewed the last four in this column.

  3. Well… yes, All the Traps of Earth.  And I had forgotten about How-2, Project Mastodon, and somehow I'd entirely overlooked his "Good Night, Mr. James."

  4. Simak has been around much longer than fifteen years — his first published story was in a 1931 issue of WONDER STORIES.  (He's local and a very nice guy, by the way.)

    As for there being "only one female author" in the issue, shouldn't "Mrs. Agate" count also?  (You didn't specify "only one competent female author", , ,)

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