by Gideon Marcus
To Boldly Go
In the days of the Gold Rush, the Forty-Niners staked out the most promising spots in the hopes of striking it rich. They set out across thousands of miles, making harrowing overland or overseas trips to California, setting wobbly feet in the land that would soon be The Golden State, hoping that a survey of their claimed land would be a promising one.
Two Surveyors have made their way to the Moon, the second of which (Surveyor 3–Surveyor 2 didn't make it) has just broken ground on our celestial neighbor.
While we can't pan for gold on the Moon (and, indeed, if there is a precious resource we're hoping to find there, it's water), Surveyor did spread lunar soil on a white surfaced background. This has allowed geologists…well, selenologists now…to make tentative guesses as to the composition of the Moon. More importantly, it has been categorically shown that the lunar surface is solid and can be landed upon by Apollo astronauts! Together with the photos from the several Lunar Orbiter spacecraft, the Sixty-Niners will have a good lay of the lunar land they'll be exploring.
By the way, the first Apollo crew has been chosen. These are the folks originally slated for Apollo 2, an orbital flight that would have flown a few months after the tragically lost mission of Apollo 1.
They are Walter M. Schirra, Donn F. Eisele, and R. Walter Cunningham. The first name should be a well known to readers; the other two are rookies from the third group of astronauts, folks recruited specifically for Apollo. It is unlikely that their flight will take place before 1968, and there will be at least one more manned test before the big jump to the Moon. There's currently even talk of a trip around the Moon before a landing attempt.
To Timidly Creep
The latest issue of Analog isn't bad, per se. It's just more of the same. I suppose it's a winning formula to keep doing what works, but I expect a little more innovation from my scientifiction.
by Kelly Freas
Of Terrans Bearing Gifts, by Richard Grey Sipes
Things don't start promisingly. We last saw Mr. Sipes in a truly awful epistolary piece a couple of years back. In his sophomore work, a smug Terran trader, name of Winslow, arrives at planet Nr. 126-24 Wilson Two, UTCC, and proceeds to turn things upside down. His store for sale includes a teleporter, an instant translator, a nuclear nullifier, a matter duplicator, and much more.
It's all really smug, which I suppose it's possible to be when you're wielding Godlike power. Winslow justifies his toppling of Wilson Two's society by noting less scrupulous folks will show up sooner or later and do the same thing. It still doesn't make the story fun reading.
Two stars.
Experts in the Field, by Christopher Anvil
by Kelly Freas
Terran linguists assigned to the planet Marshak III are convinced that the indigenous apex animals are sapient, language-using beings. But since they can't decipher the language they use, an interstellar rest stop construction concern is going to come in, claim the planet, and pave over the preferred lands of the aborigines.
It's up to Lieutenant Commander Andrew Doyle to solve the linguist riddle and save the day.
For a Chris Anvil story, particularly one appearing in Analog, it's not bad. Sure, it begins with "[Rank] [Man Name] strode onto the scene…" like virtually every other Anvil story. Yes, the ending paragraphs seem custom made to tickle editor Campbell's fancy (and guarantee a sale). But I liked the puzzle, and it was reasonably well written.
Three stars.
Burden of Proof, by Bob Shaw
by Kelly Freas
There's one ray of bright light in this issue, if I may be indulged the pun. Scottish author Bob Shaw offers up a sequel of sorts to his promising story, Light of Other Days. In this one, he explores the criminological effects of his "slow glass", a substance that rebroadcasts all of the light received from a certain time over that length of time. It is the perfect impartial eyewitness to any crime–provided one is willing to wait long enough to get it (a "ten year" pane might well not disgorge its evidence for a decade, and no speed-ups possible).
This particular tale is told from the viewpoint of a judge, who sent a man to the chair for murder…on circumstantial evidence. What if the eyewitness pane of slowglass, due to show the actual scene ten years after, says something contrary? Is it a miscarriage of justice? Can justice wait a decade?
I particularly liked this tale for questions it raises. It might not be slow glass, but certainly some other technology will arise in the future, like a perfect polygraph or enhancements in fingerprinting, may cause old evidence to be superseded. Does justice wait for these improvements? Can it? And how irrevocable is a decision made on an imperfect data set?
Shaw still is a little clunky in incorporating the explanations of his technologies. Nevertheless, he has a deft, romantic touch to his writing, sorely needed in his magazine. I'm glad Campbell found him. Four stars.
Target: Language, by Lawrence A. Perkins
Mr. Perkins discusses the differences between a variety of languages, and the commonality that may underlie them all. I don't buy his idea that humans develop an internal language that they then translate/adapt to the local vernacular, but it is clear that our species instinctively picks up language at an early age, and what it doesn't learn, it creates on the fly.
If nothing else, it's one of the most readable pieces I've yet encountered in Analog, and on a subject quite interesting to me (and I can verify much of what he says, having studied Russian, Spanish, Japanese, and Hebrew).
Four stars.
Dead End, by Mike Hodous
by Kelly Freas
Did you ever read The Man Who Never Was? It's the engaging true tale of how the British hoodwinked the Nazis into thinking the Allied invasion would go through Sardinia rather than Sicily. It involved seeding a corpse, dressed in a Major's uniform and handcuffed to a briefcase full of forged documents, off the coast of Spain. He was picked up, turned over to German agents, and the story was swallowed, hook, line, and sinker.
Dead End involves a Terran spaceship disabled by belligerent aliens, the capture and investigation of which is certain to give them the secret to our faster-than-light. Or lead them down a blind technological alley…
It's an eminently forgettable story, not helped by the aliens being human in all but name (and extra pair of legs), and the humans being smug in the Campbellian tradition.
Two stars.
The Time-Machined Saga (Part 3 of 3), by Harry Harrison
by Kelly Freas
At last, the exploits of Barney Henderson, movie producer extraordinaire, come to a close. As expected, the only reason there is archaeological evidence of a Viking settlement in Vinland is because Climax Productions made a movie starring Vikings in Vinland. The whole thing is a circle with no beginning and no end.
It's a compelling thought, further exemplified by a piece of paper that switches hands endlessly between two iterations of Barney. When did it start? Who initially drew the diagram on the paper? Of course, unsaid is the fact that, after endless passings back and forth, the paper should disintegrate…
If the first installment was a bit too silly and the second rather engaging, this third one feels perfunctory. Harrison tells us how the film got done, but the whole thing is workmanlike. Not bad, just a bit sterile. Also, given then carnage involved in the making of the film, I would have preferred a more farcical tone or a more serious one. The middle-of-the-road path makes light of the horror of first contact and the bloodshed that stemmed therefrom, and it taints the whole story.
So, three stars for this segment and three and a half for the book as a whole.
Summing Up
What a lackluster month this was! The outstanding stuff would barely fit a slim volume of a single digest. Analog garnered a sad (2.9) stars. It is only beaten by Fantasy and Science Fiction (3), and it very slightly edges out IF (2.9) and Fantastic (2.9)–they rounded up to 2.9, while Analog rounded down. The last issue of Worlds of Tomorrow (2.4) is left in the dust. We won't have WoT to kick around anymore…
Women wrote 7.41% of the new fiction this month–dismal, but par for the course. On the other hand, we've got a new star in the screenwriting heavens in the form of Star Trek's D.C. Fontana. Perhaps TV is where the new crop of STF women will grow.
In any event, I've already gotten a sneak preview of next month's IF. We have a stunning new Delany to look forward to. Stay tuned!