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[March 16, 1966] Sometimes Older is not Better (Mystery and Imagination)


by Mx. Kris Vyas-Myall

Will He Get It, Son?

And we’re off! We are officially in general election season as British Prime Minister Harold Wilson hopes to gain an increased majority for his Labour government.

Harold Wilson meeting miners
Harold Wilson meeting miners in the ’64 election campaign

Wilson is touting his achievements of helping to bring about social equality by such measures as the repeal of the rent act, moving towards comprehensive education and the race relations act.
Heath, on the other hand, has been concentrating “equality of opportunity” proposing to put more restrictions on unions to strike, reforming welfare to target the most in need, controlling immigration and entering the EEC.

Labour is, however, also using their budget preview to make the economic case for getting an increased majority, pushing for an increase in exports, making it easier for people to get mortgages and a plan to introduce decimal coinage by 1971.

Edward Heath campaigning in his own constituency
Edward Heath campaigning in his own constituency

The Conservative’s main objection is that these measures will likely result in a weakening in pound sterling which should be the government’s first priority.

The other main flash point is over the Rhodesian crisis. Whilst Heath wants to resume talks with Ian Smith’s government and stop economic sanctions, Wilson believes that only keeping up pressure will end their racist policies.

Honor Blackman, campaigning for Liberal candidates in London
Former Avenger, Honor Blackman, campaigning for Liberal candidates in London

The biggest question remains what will happen to the Liberal vote that seems to be in decline. With in-fighting and a lack of funds a survey has suggested up to 35% of voters are now undecided. Will these middle-of-the-road and anti-establishment voters be more interested in Mr Wilson’s interventionism or Mr. Heath’s free market approach?

Mr. Heath doesn’t appear to be helping himself so far on the campaign trail, not being able answer legitimate criticism. For example, when asked about one of his candidates being accused of taking funds from a racist organization and making inflammatory speeches, the Conservative leader simply responded that he had made his views clear and local MPs were allowed their own opinions.

Christopher Soames, Conservative MP for Bedford, (L) & Brian Parkyn, Labour candidate (R)
Christopher Soames, Conservative MP for Bedford, (L) & Brian Parkyn, Labour candidate (R)

For myself I am out campaigning for Labour candidate Brian Parkyn to attempt to unseat Conservative Christopher Soames. All of us in the local party know it will be an uphill struggle. Soames is Shadow Foreign Secretary and Bedford has been almost continually Conservative since 1922 with a brief one term Labour MP during the 1945 landslide winning by just 288 votes.

But we still all fired up for this campaign. For many of us it is about trying to move the country forward whilst the current Conservative policies seem more interested in returning us to Victorian era.

This brings me to ABC’s latest television series, which is distinctly Victorian and is definitely not the better for it.

Mystery and Imagination

Mystery & Imagination Titles
Mystery & Imagination Titles

The idea behind Mystery and Imagination seems obvious. ABC’s Armchair Theatre has been a successful fixture of the ITV lineups for the last ten years showcasing a number of great plays (including the pilot of Out of This World). However, it can only run for so many episodes a year and something needs to fill the slot for the other half of the year. Last year we had a combination of mystery and suspense anthology series, none of which seemed to capture the public’s imagination.

SFF anthology series such as Out of the Unknown and import The Twilight Zone have been critical successes. Even Doctor Who to a certain extent works on an anthology format, simply having the regulars go into totally new situations each week thanks to the TARDIS. At the same time gothic horror is doing well at the cinema thanks to Hammer and Amicus productions.

Fontana’s tie-in Mystery & Imagination Anthology
Fontana’s tie-in Anthology

And Mystery and Imagination seems to have been a ratings success, with a second set of stories commissioned for later in the year. They even have released a book with a selection of stories related to the series.

However, as an audio-visual experience it was terrible. I found it even less watchable than ABC’s SF thriller, Undermind, they aired last summer (one of the few pieces of British speculative television I gave up on before the conclusion). This had all the ingredients to make something I would adore. So, let us look at the ways it went wrong:

Failure of Imagination 1: Richard Beckett

David Buck as Richard Beckett in Fall of The House of Usher
David Buck as Richard Beckett in Fall of The House of Usher

The use of a regular character to go through the series is, in itself, not a bad idea. Much like with Doctor Who, it allows for a connective thread and a reason to keep watching week to week.

The problem in this show is they do not seem to know what to do with him. Sometimes he arrives and is a passive observer of what happens, sometimes he gets involved, others he just does a Rod Serling style frame to the tale. None of these arrangements prove satisfactory. It possibly doesn’t help that David Buck does not have magnetism of either Serling or Hartnell to draw us through the tale.

But perhaps a bigger problem is that he is not allowed to develop from his adventures. Whilst The Doctor is not the same person in Ancient Rome as he is when he is trying to murder a caveman, Beckett feels like he is cut from the same cloth throughout these episodes. He is merely a foppish idiot stumbling between weird circumstances and adds nothing whether he is in the tale or merely introducing it.

Failure of Imagination 2: Poor Direction

The Open Door
The Open Door

Whilst this may be a series of plays, I think it is the role of a great television director to bring us into the story and make us feel like we are seeing into the world that the characters inhabit. For a fantasy tale this is even more important, in order that we can have a willing suspension of disbelief.

Unfortunately, I was so far outside of these tales, I almost wondered if it was a Brechtian experiment. The shots are arranged like they are on a stage, all the actors' performances are generally pitched far too over the top (even for a gothic tale) and the pacing is glacial without being intriguing.

I was surprised to find this was a significant issue as many of the directors have done work on The Avengers which has always been very good at making the action exciting and the world seem to be more expanded than the three walls of a studio set.

Failure of Imagination 3: No Atmosphere

The Lost Stradivarius
The Lost Stradivarius

When making gothic horror, the most important feature is surely atmosphere. Few people would read The Castle of Otranto if it was just the mystery of death by a giant helmet. Rather it is the atmosphere that Walpole creates which makes for an intriguing reading experience.

Unfortunately, Mystery & Imagination has little to none of that. The setup feels more like I am watching an episode of Code of the Woosters, wondering if it is meant to be played for laughs. The only acknowledgement for horrific setup is the music, which is near-constant, blaring and more distracting than anything else.

Rather than terror, the only emotion it evoked in me is boredom.

Failure of Imagination 4: Unimaginative Reinterpretation

Corman Usher

Mystery & Imagination Usher
Roger Corman’s version of House of Usher vs. Mystery & Imagination’s interpretation

Perhaps the biggest issue of all is that no real effort seems to have been made in reinterpreting these stories for the screen. The original pieces are usually very short, rich on atmosphere but not so on character and plot. If you are not able to do any good with the direction or feel, you at least need to make sure there is enough happening to fill up the 50 minutes we are meant to be paying attention. Instead characters regularly repeat themselves, wander around the same sets and just seem to be killing time until the next occurrence in the script.

By comparison Roger Corman has been spending this decade adapting Poe’s stories, but he has been combining them, changing them and giving us new ideas based on the texts whilst still staying true to their spirit. Hammer has also been at its best when it is willing to take risks with its monster stories rather than slavishly following the originals. Maybe the writers of Mystery & Imagination could try taking some lessons from the silver screen?

Neither Mysterious nor Imaginative

And so I remain fully unsatisfied by this run of episodes. Beckett will be returning later this year to lead us through another set of gothic tales, but I do not believe I will be watching. Saturday evening we will instead turn off the box after Morecambe and Wise and settle in with some good books.

Other Horror Books

May I suggest people pick up M. R. James’ original Ghost Stories of an Antiquary or Panther’s collection Tales of the Supernatural? Try reading read some of the original masters of horror and hopefully these books will scare you with quality writing, rather than merely deafen you with blaring music!



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[February 21, 1964] For the fans (March 1964 Fantasy and Science Fiction)

[Due to an oversight (clearly!), Galactic Journey was not included on Locus' Awards Ballot this year.  If you're a fan of the Journey, we be grateful if you'd fill us in under Fanzine!]


by Gideon Marcus

A New Leaf

Today's special birthday (mine!) edition of the Journey is for the fans.  It seems F&SF has been running a three-part series on current (as of 1964) fandom, and it occurred to me it might be fun to spend a little time on the authors who appear in this month's issue.  I also want to take the effort to show the context of each writer's work.  This is in response to the letter of one of our readers who made me realize I can be a bit harsh (even in jest) on a story.  The fact is that writing is hard, and even the worst stories that get printed are usually, though not always, better than most unpublished work. 

Which is not to say that anything like Garrett's Queen Bee will ever get a pass, but I'm going to try to be a bit nicer.  I will, however, never ask John Boston to change his style; when Amazing is bad, well, you'll know…

The Issue at Hand


This picture, by Mel Hunter, is almost worth 40 cents by itself

Automatic Tiger, by Kit Reed

Kit Reed is one of the writers featured on the Journey whom I am honored to call "friend."  She began publishing fiction in 1958, and she is (so far as I know) an F&SF exclusive — and what fortune that is for the magazine!  Her work is "soft" SF, where it is SF at all, but since her rough start, Ms. Reed has been a reliably above-average contributor.  In particular, her To Lift a Ship, almost a Zenna Henderson The People story, got my nomination for the Galactic Star one year.  Sadly, Kit has moved away and left no forwarding address, so our correspondence has come to an end. 

Nevertheless, I can still enjoy her fiction.  Tiger, the lead tale in this issue, is a vivid piece about Benjamin, a nebbishy fellow who acquires a mechanical tiger, which instantly bonds to his master.  Just the knowledge that he is the proud owner of such a creature fills the man with confidence, and he quickly rises in social stature and success.  His downfall is an expensive woman and hubris' inevitable companion, nemesis.

It's not SF at all, nor does it make a great deal of sense, but as a fairy tale, it's worthy reading.  I have only one significant issue with the story, but it's a central one: I was disappointed that Benjamin ends the story roughly the same as how he started, though now aware of what he's lost.  It's a bit like the short story, Flowers for Algernon, except without the inspiring finish.  A strong three stars for this flawed jewel.

Sacheverell, by Avram Davidson

More beard than man, Avram Davidson has been a big name in the field since the mid-50s, charming science fictioneers with his sometimes moody, sometimes effervescent short stories.  Right around 1962, when he took over the editorship of F&SF, his writing became a bit overwrought and self-indulgent.  It's gotten to the point that I generally approach his byline with trepidation (and his editorial blurbs that come before the stories in his mag have gotten bad again, too — thankfully, he's stopped bothering to preface Asimov, at least). 

Sacheverell does nothing to improve his reputation.  It's about a sapient circus monkey who has been kidnapped, rescued in the end by his carny companions.  The story left little impression on me while I read it and none after, such that I had to reread it to remember what it was about.

I suppose forgettable is better than awful?  Two stars.

Survival of the Fittest, by Jack Sharkey

I've been particularly harsh on Jack Sharkey.  No, not the boxer (who could pound me into hamburger), but the prolific author who has been around since 1959.  That's because, while he is capable of quite decent work, much of what he's turned out is pretty bad. 

Survival falls somewhere in-between, I guess.  It's a variation on the, "is my real life really the dream?" shtick mixed with a healthy dose of solipsism.  Not great, but I did remember the piece, at least.  On the low end of three stars.

The Prodigals, by Jean Bridge

The first poem of the issue is by newcomer Jean Bridge, and it suggests that after humanity has matured out of a need for interstellar wanderlust, Earth will be waiting, no matter how long it takes.

Unless the sun eats our planet first, of course, though we may be advanced enough by then to save our home out of nostalgia.  Nice sentiment, nicely framed.  Four stars.

Forget It!, by Isaac Asimov

The Good Doctor probably needs no introduction, having been a titan of sf since his debut in 1938, and a deity of science fact from the 1950s.  However, I will note with pride that he is, like me, a Jewish Atheist of Russian extraction, and of very similar age (we're both the same vintage of 39), spectacle frame, height, and writing style.

This particular non-fiction piece, on the superfluous weights and measures we'd be better off chucking, kept me company while I watched my daughter compete (victoriously) at an inter-school academic competition.  It's an interesting article, noting that just as the English language has regularized itself almost to the point of sense, but with lingering spelling issues that confound any new learner, so have pecks and bushels and furlongs and fortnights overstayed their welcome.  It's time that they went the way of florins and chaldrons and ells.  Let's all adopt the metric system like sensible people!

Who can argue with that?  Four stars.

Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, by Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde is, of course, a fixture of the Victorian age whose wit still finds currency today.  This piece, which I read on a long walk one fine morning, is a pleasant tale about Lord Arthur, a young aristocrat with love, money, and not a care in the world — until a cheiromancer informs him he will commit a murder in the near future.  Convinced of his fate, the young Lord undertakes to perform the deed in as personally nondisruptive manner as possible. 

It reads well, but the ending is just a bit too pat and inconsequential.  And while I am appreciative of the opportunity to rediscover lost classics, I am not certain why Davidson chose to devote half an issue to one.  I should think that a modern magazine could do with less 1887 and more 1987.

Three stars.

Pure Water from Salt, by Theodore L. Thomas

Theodore Thomas oscillates between mildly engaging and somewhat dreary.  A lawyer by profession, he is best with fiction that explores interesting aspects of patent law.  This particular piece is about the value of adapting people to process salt water as opposed to pursuing desalination.  It feels like an incomplete story outline that Davidson bought to fill a vignette-sized hole.

Two stars — one for each page.

Incident in the IND, by Harry Harrison

After his debut novel-sized effort, the superlative Deathworld, Harrison seemed to be in a bit of a rut with none of his stuff cracking the three-star mark.  But Incident, about the evil that lurks in the shadows of the subway tunnels, is a nice piece, indeed.  It's got a sharp, atmospheric style that is a big shift from the author's usual Laumer-esque breeziness.  If I have any complaint, it's just that I wish it had been the fellow and not the lady who gets et in the end.

Four stars.

Humanoid Sacrifice, by J. T. McIntosh

Scotsman James Murdoch MacGregor, who goes by J. T. McIntosh, has been around since 1951.  He hit it out of the park early on with one of my favorites, Hallucination Orbit, and his One in Three Hundred series of stories was good, too.  He's another author who has been in kind of a slump lately, but I always hold out hope for his work, given his prior glories.

Humanoid Sacrifice is an engaging-enough tale with two parallel plot threads involving the same protagonist.  A human troubleshooter is employed by an advanced alien race to fix their rebelling weather control machine.  At the same time, the aliens inform the repairman that they have a human female in suspended animation, a specimen snatched from Earth for study back in 1850.  She is thawed and a written correspondence between the two humans ensues.

It's cute and readable and that's about all I can say.  Three stars.

The Shortest Science Fiction Love Story Ever Written, by Jeffrey Renner

I don't know Jeff Renner, but I think the magazine would have been better served filling these two inches with one of those little EMSH drawings they used to have.  One star.

The Conventional Approach, by Robert Bloch

Bob Bloch has been a pro author for a couple of decades now, creating enduring classics of horror and science fiction.  Like Wilson Tucker, he's also kept one foot firmly in the fan world that spawned him.  He took over Imagination's "Fandora's Box" column from Mari Wolf in '56 (I still miss her) for instance.  Now he has an excellent article on the history of Worldcon, which was so good and witty that I had to read it aloud to my wife on a walk this morning.

I suspect it will be as relevant amd rewarding 55 years from now as it is today.  Five stars.

The Lost Leonardo, by J. G. Ballard

Last up is a novelette by a UK author who has made a big splash on both sides of the Pond.  His Drowned World garnered a Galactic Star from us, and many of his stories have gotten four or more stars.  There's a somber, almost ethereal quality to his work that works or doesn't depending on your mood, I suppose.  I liked this one, in which a certain wanderer of Biblical fame becomes an art thief to do penance for his sins.

It's pretty neat, straightforward but well-executed.  Four stars.

Summing Up

Goodness, it feels good to be positive for a change!  It doesn't hurt that this has been one of the better issues of F&SF, a magazine that has been largely in the doldrums since Davidson took over.  Do tell me what you think of these stories and of the fine folk who wrote them!