[February 1, 1964] The Vast Wasteland (February 1964 Analog)


by Gideon Marcus

Every Silver Lining has a Cloud

What an exciting month January was!  From President Johnson's declaration of war on poverty to the launching of the Ranger 6 moon mission, not to mention this week's premiere of the amazing satire/horror, Dr. Strangelove, this year is shaping up to be a good one.

But while real life and the silver screen may offer superlative pleasures, this month's written sf , at least on this side of the Pond, has been rather lackluster.  This month's Analog is no exception.  In fact, it rests near the bottom of the pack.  That said, it's not a complete loss — so long as you know what you're getting into:

The Issue at Hand

Secondary Meterorites (Part 2 of 2), by Ralph A. Hall, M.D.

Dr. Hall returns to tell us more about the hypothesis that the majority of meteors that hit our planet are actually pieces of other planets knocked off when they were hit by meteorites.  It is, if anything, less comprehensible than the last article.  And that's coming from a fellow who studied astrophysics in college and reads journal articles for fun.

One star.

The Permanent Implosion, by Dean McLaughlin

When a bunch of Colorado eggheads blow a hole in the fabric of the universe, all of Earth's air starts whistling to nowhere like water draining from a bathtub.  Mick Candido, an oilman with a talent for capping blown and burning wells, is called in to plug the hole.

This is a smartly written tale whose obvious solution is obscured by deft authorial misdirection.  It's not a story for the ages, but it's solid Analog fare.  Three stars.

Crackpots, Inc., by Richard L. Davis

On the other hand, Crackpots is uniquely Analog fare.  A rural hayseed has purportedly invented perpetual motion, but his feat cannot be duplicated by scientists.  Turns out, it's because the machine is powered by the hick's psychic energies.  The only way this piece could have been more to Campbell's taste is if it included dowsing.

One star.

Dune World (Part 3 of 3), by Frank Herbert

I'm going to spare some inches for this one since I know this has been a popular serial.  In the far future, humanity has spread out among the stars.  Civilization is a strange mix of the advanced and the primitive. There are faster-than-light ships, electro-magnetic shields, and laser guns, On the other hand, computers are outlawed, with savant "Mentats" filling the role.  Society runs along feudal lines, its politics Machiavellian to the extreme.  To wit:

Baron Harkonnen, lord of the desert planet, Arrakis, is ordered by the Padishah Emperor to give his fief to Duke Leto Atreides.  On the face of things, this is a boon.  Arrakis is the only source of the anti-geriatic spice melange, control of which makes one very rich.  However, the transfer is a baited trap.  Not only is a legion of the Emperor's troops poised to seize the fief should Leto stumble, but one of Leto's lieutenants is a traitor in the pay of Harkonnen.

Added to the mix: Leto's mistress, Lady Jessica, member of the female-only Bene Gesserit order, who has keen perception and the ability to control others with her voice.  Her son, Paul, who may be the satisfaction of a prophecy that predicts a male possessor of Bene Gesserit powers.  The "Fremen" natives of Arrakis appear to be primitives yet there is evidence that suggests they possess a great technology.  Finally, we have Kynes, an Imperial surveyor who seems to know the secrets of Arrakis but refuses to play his hand openly.

Not much happens in Dune World.  There are lots of conversations where people reveal the history of Arrakis.  There is an attempt on Paul's life.  Leto saves some spice miners from a sandworm.  There is a feast in the Atreides stronghold with more exposition.  The traitor's plan comes to fruition, with the Duke put in mortal peril and his family forced into exile.  There is no real resolution; I suspect Herbert plans a sequel.

Author Herbert has an intricate grand plan, and he's certainly not stinted on world building.  The various cultures are richly detailed.  There is a refreshing abundance of foreign language and concepts, particularly from Arabic.  What keeps Dune World from being a masterpiece, or even especially enjoyable, is that Herbert's writing chops just aren't up to turning this byzantine mess of a plot into a story.  There are more swaths of italicized text than in the footnotes of a legal contract, and the viewpoint shifts constantly, often every other sentence.  A typical example from page 49:



"Now I know you remain loyal to my Duke," she said.  "Therefore I'm prepared to forgive your affront to me."

"Is there something to forgive? he asked.

Jessica scowled, wondering, Shall I play my trump?  Shall I tell him of the Duke's daughter I've carried within me these two weeks?  No, Leto himself doesn't know and this would only complicate his life, divert him when he must concentrate on our survival.  There is yet time to use this.

And Hawat thought: She's even beautiful when she's angry.  An extremely difficult adversary.


The traitor is revealed early on; the mystery is why he's betrayed Duke Leto.  That said, the identity of the betrayer could have been handled as a double mystery, which would have been more interesting. 

At serial's end, Paul has a soothsaying dream and learns several secrets of Arrakis and spice.  It's all very arbitrary and unsatisfying. 

Herbert has created something like a well researched but dry encyclopedia article on a fascinating topic.  I wanted to know more about Arrakis and Paul's prophecy, but getting through the (half) novel was often a slog. 

Maybe a good editor will help Herbert polish this up before its inevitable publication as a book.

Three stars for this installment and for the book as a whole.

Rx for Chaos, by Christopher Anvil

Another entry in the "Unintended Consequences of Science" department: Hangover-killing "De-tox" pills become bestsellers, but they also inhibit creativity and give rise to a fascist, anti-intellectual movement.  It's typical Analog Anvil, written with tongue firmly lodged in cheek.  It rates three stars, barely.

Names for Space Plants, by John Becker

Lots of words in these three short pages, but I've no idea what Becker is actually trying to say.  One star.

The Analytic Laboratory

Add it all up, and Analog scores a limp 2.1 stars, only beaten for badness by this month's Amazing (2 stars even).  F&SF is barely better at 2.2; Fantastic gets 2.6 but at least it's got a good Dick in it.  Galaxy's 3 stars is also, in part, thanks to its Dick story.  The only unalloyed triumph is the February New Worlds, which garnered 3.6 stars.

Women made up just two of the 38 authors who wrote fiction for magazines this month. 

As for books, again, it was the British stuff that stood out.  Brian Aldiss' new fix-up got four stars, per Jason Sacks, whereas neither this month's Ace Double nor Laurence Janifer's second effort stunned.

Next month is my birthday month, though, and I'm certain the writers in my favorite genre wouldn't let me down on my 39th birthday.

Right?




6 thoughts on “[February 1, 1964] The Vast Wasteland (February 1964 Analog)”

  1. I didn't even try the science article. I gave it a quick look, but quickly saw that it was going to be even drier than the first half. A turgid slog you couldn't get through with a machete. This is barely an acceptable way to write for a specialist technical journal, let alone a popular science article.

    I have a bit of a soft spot for Dean McLaughlin. Alas, this didn't really live up to my expectations. Mostly, it seemed to be feeding Campbell's "government bad and inefficient" bugaboo. Putting out oil well fires isn't a common skill, but I'm willing to bet the Army Core of Engineers could handle the job without the absurd blackmail attempts of our "heroic" man of business and action. I also saw the solution coming fairly early. Worse, the protagonist has probably outfoxed himself (to which I say, "Good! He deserves it.") Yes, it's very difficult and expensive to get a decent vacuum in a lab situation. How is he going to get his wonderful vacuum bottles to the labs in a way they can use them?

    "Crackpots" was just terrible. We're starting to see something of a trend in authors making a sale to Campbell just by pushing his buttons. That horrible novel by that couple a few months ago is an excellent example. Looks like if you just want a sale, Campbell will buy anything if it has his favorite crackpot theories in it.

    I liked "Dune World" somewhat better than you did. But I enjoy tales of political machinations. Think of it as a drawing room thriller. Yes, there's more talk than action, but a whole lot actually happens. All those italics are mostly internal dialogue. Other choices could be made to indicate that, say dashes or German quotation marks (>> and <<), but italics are fairly common for that. And I did find the end quite moving.

    The Anvil story made little to no sense at all. I'm not entirely sure how he got from a hangover cure to a near fascist takeover of the country, and the ending was largely a lot of handwaving. And how'd they get this drug past FDA safety testing? The text makes it sound like they went from discovery to production overnight. For that matter, they didn't defend their patent either, since there were so many other producers of the stuff.

    The plant name article looked like it might be interesting, but overpromised the existence of an official nomenclature and was mostly just a confused mess.

    Honestly, I think Analog is mostly running on reputation these days. I won't deny Campbell's importance for the genre. He was a huge factor in elevating science fiction out of the pulp era. But that was over a quarter of a century ago, and time may have passed him by. To say nothing of his weird obsessions and rabid contrarianism. It's time for him to pass the torch. If you asked me which editor I'd like to see go the most, Campbell or Davidson, I don't think I'd even hesitate to pick Campbell.

  2. The premise of the McLaughlin story reminds me of "The Wind Between the Worlds" by Lester del Rey, from the March 1951 GALAXY.  O.K., but I liked the del Rey more.

    I'm sure the DUNE serial (and the inevitable, I imagine, eventual Dune series) will become cult favorites, but my reactions map closely to yours: interesting story told in a style acutely painful to slog through, and ripe for lampooning.  I fear that Herbert is going to use up sf's entire Italics Allotment on this novel and leave none around for other authors.  (Maybe some of them can have the serial numbers filed off and be recycled elsewhere?)

    A precognitive flash of my future reading habits suggests to me that the resulting book here is going to be something I try and fail to read a couple of times, and finally succeed only by taking nothing but it along as riding matter on a long airplane trip.  I shudder.

  3. Despite the legitimate criticisms seen here, "Dune World" remains the best thing in the last three issues.  The universe-building is outstanding, if nothing else.

    "The Permanent Implosion" had some vivid writing.  I agree that there was no reason for the government to call in a supposed expert for this problem.  (Given the threat, wouldn't just about every resource available be used, and not just one explosives specialist?) The common sense vs egghead theme was overdone, but it was readable.

    "Crackpots, Inc." was definitely the nadir.  Poorly written, obvious, and just rehashing the old Magic Box plot.

    "Rx for Chaos" had enough satiric content to help overcome an implausible plot.  I have to admit I liked the ending, when the "foolish" female faints at the upcoming hazard but the "intelligent" scientists completely miss the danger they're about to unleash.  That might be a bit subtle for some Analog readers.

    For a science fiction magazine, the three short stories sure display a lot of anti-intellectualism!

  4. "Dune World" certainly has fascinating worldbuilding and lots of potential, but the execution isn't quite there yet. The rest of this issue is largely forgettable, though the Rockwell-esque artwork for "Crackpots" is nice. Better than the story deserves, actually.

    I also agree with DemetriosX that Analog is running on accumulated good will from the pulp era these days. A change is needed, though I guess Campbell will remain editor until he is carried out of his office feet first. And considering he is only in his mid fifties, that might be a while.

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