by Gideon Marcus
The once proud golden pages of F&SF have taken a definite turn for the worse under the Executive Editorship of onef Avram Davidson. At last, after two years, we arrive at a new bottom. Those of you with months remaining on your subscription can look forward to a guaranteed supply of kindling through the winter.
The Tree of Time (Part 1 of 2) by Damon Knight
Gordon Naismith is professor of Temporal Physics at an early 21st Century university. We quickly learn that this 35-year old veteran has lost all memory of his life prior to a crash that occurred five years ago. Moreover, he keeps suffering blackouts, during which people close to him are killed, fried by unknown energies. Who is he? Is he even human? And what is the nefarious scheme of the pair of froggy humanoids from the 200th Century who kidnap Naismith before the police can nab him?
Damon Knight, an ofttimes brilliant author, seems to have taken a bet. His challenge: to recreate the hoariest, most cliche-ridden dialogue and style of the "Golden Age of Science Fiction," the sort of stuff A.E. Van Vogt did much better. 66 pages is far too much space to take up with a joke. And this is only Part 1!
Two stars.
The Court of Tartary by T. P. Caravan
A stodgy professor of the classics wakes up as a bull the day his herd is scheduled for the stockyard. Attempts to convince the wranglers of his humanity prove fruitless, and in the end (as an astute reader will have figured out), we learn that his circumstances were not unique.
Some might find it droll. I thought it pointless. Two stars.
The Eternal Lovers by Robert F. Young
The same Robert F. Young who gave us the brilliant To Fell a Tree has been reduced to cranking out overly sentimental shorts. This one stars the astronaut whose ship misses the moon and the adoring wife who shanghais her own craft to join him on his voyage to nowhere.
The story relies on the notion that astronauts cannot stand the mental rigors of being alone in space for "any length of time," an hypothesis clearly disproven by Comrades Tereshkova, Bykovsky, Nikolaev, Popov, and Titov (not to mention Captain Cooper). The rest of the details are equally woolly. Even for a poetic tale, it's lazy.
Two stars.
Pete Gets His Man by J. P. Sellers
Don Kramer is hounded by Pete Kelly, the most famous, most handsome, and most fearless detective in the world. Is Don a criminal? A jealous rival? The answer to this question is the brilliant spot in an otherwise pedestrian tale of a descent into madness. Three stars.
Roll Call, by Isaac Asimov
Like Willy Ley over in Galaxy this month, Asimov has decided to phone things in for his nonfiction article. It's about the origin of the names of the planets. Schoolboy stuff. Three stars.
What Strange Stars and Skies, by Avram Davidson
Damon Knight is not the only one aping an out of date style in this issue. Editor Davidson, in an impenetrable imitation of interwar British composition, writes the tale of a do-gooder Dame who is abducted by aliens to do-good elsewhere.
I'm sure my readers will point out that Davidson has done a perfect send-up of some 1920s writer or other, thus exposing me for the boor that I am. Nevertheless, I was only able to soldier halfway through this dreck before skimming.
One star.
While I appreciate Mr. Davidson's earnest desire to augment his (dwindling number of) readers' coal supply, all the same, I think I'd rather have my favorite SF magazine back.