![[March 20, 1970] Here comes the sun (April 1970 <i>Fantasy and Science Fiction</i>)](https://galacticjourney.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/700320fsfcover-651x372.jpg)
by Gideon Marcus
Out, damn spot!
A couple of weeks ago, Victoria Silverwolf offered us a tidbit on the latest solar eclipse. I've since read a bit more about the scientific side of things and thought I'd share what I've learned with you.
It was the first total solar eclipse to be seen over heavily populated areas of U.S. since 1925, greeted by millions of viewers who crowded the beaches, towns, and islands where viewing was most favorable. The eclipse cut a nearly 100 mile wide swath through Mexico, Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas, Virginia, and Nantucket Island, Mass. It was 96% total in New York City and 95% in the nation's capital.
a clipping from Escondido's Times-Advocate
But ground viewing was only the beginning. NASA employed a flotilla of platforms to observe the eclipse from an unprecedented variety of vantages. A barrage of sounding rockets (suborbital science probes) were launched during the eclipse to take measurements of the Earth's atmosphere and ionosphere.
In space, radio signals from Mars probe Mariner 6, currently on the far side of Sun, were measured to determine how the eclipse affected communications and to study changes in charged particles in earth’s atmosphere.
Two Orbiting Solar Observatories, #5 and #6, pointed their instruments at the Sun to gather data on the solar atmosphere, while Advanced Test Satellite #3 took pictures of the Moon's shadow on the Earth from more than 20,000 miles above the surface. Three American-Canadian satellites, Alouette 1, Alouette 2, and Isis 1, all examined the change the eclipse caused in the Earth's ionosphere.
Earthside telescopes got into the mix, too: Observers from three universities and four NASA centers at sites in Virginia and Mexico not only got great shots of the solar corona, but also of faint comets normally washed out in the glare of the Sun.
I can't imagine anyone in 1925 but maybe Hugo Gernsback could have foreseen how much attention, and from how many angles such attention would be applied, during the 1970 eclipse. It's just one more example of how science fiction has become science.
Waiting for the dawn
The last two months of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction weren't too hot. Does the latest issue mark a return of the light or continued darkness? Let's find out…
cover by Chesley Bonestell
Ill Met in Lankhmar, by Fritz Leiber
Because I didn't get into science fiction and fantasy in a big way until the early '50s, there are glaring gaps in my literacy. One big hole is Leiber's Fahfrd and Gray Mouser stories, which were were hits in the '40s (I still need to crack into my complete set of Unknown) and were revived at Fantastic editor Cele Goldsmith's request in 1959. I've read one or two, and I've enjoyed them, but mostly I know about the contents of the score or so stories set in Lankhmar only second-hand from the reviews of other Journeyers.
So I was quite delighted that the lead novelette in the latest issue of Fantasy and Science Fiction not only features the hulking northman and his slate-swaddled companion, but details their first meeting!
On a dingy avenue in Lankhmar (is there any other kind), the two lay in wait, separately, to waylay a pair of thieves returning from a successful burglary. They are handily successful and find that they are immediately compatible, both being fond of drink, both new to the city, both with comely and vivacious lady loves. At a wine-fueled bash, we learn that Fahfrd's lady, Vlana, was roughly treated by Krovas, head of the local Thieves' Guild. Ivrian, the Mouser's current flame, accuses Fahfrd of cowardice for not taking the robber lord's head, and with that, our newly united duo decide to sally forth tipsily and do just that.
Of course, taking on the entire Guild—and its rat-man sorcerer bodyguard—is not a task to be undertaken lightly…
There's a certain forced quality to this tale, as if Leiber is consciously trying to return to a pulpy histrionic style he has since grown out of. I also take issue with having love interests introduced only to meet a gruesome fate so as to provide dramatic impetus for the heroes.
That said, boy can Leiber paint a lurid picture of a lived-in fantasy world, somewhere in sophistication between the rude settings of Conan and the rarefied towers of Tolkien. His battle scenes are vivid and well drawn, his monsters fresh and intriguing. There's no question but that I raced through the story without pause, eager to find how it resolved.
Four stars.
Books, by James Blish
The books covered this time around include a book of SF poetry, Holding your eight hands, about which Blish says: "If you like poetry and know something about it, this volume will be a pleasant surprise…or perhaps even an unexpected doorway into the art."
Creatures of Light and Darkness, an SFnal rework of Egyptian myth by Roger Zelazny, gets a sour review. "…the displacements from the world of experience involved in myth attempt to explain a world in terms of eternal forces which are changeless; the attempt is antithetical to the suppositions of science fiction, which center around the potentialities of continuous change."
George MacDonald's 1895 book, Lilith has gotten a Ballantine reprint, and Blish says it's worth reading for its influence on Lewis' "Narnia" and Carroll's Alice.
Dan Morgan's The New Minds is the latest in a series, which is essentially bad rehash of good Sturgeon. Blish doesn't like this installment either.
Soulmate, by Charles W. Runyon
What could make Anne, an aging, but still lovely Black Widow, have such an emptiness at the center of her heart? And when she consummates with marriage her seduction of a perfect, wealthy young man, fully intending to murder him for his money, just who is the hunter, and who the prey?
This is a beautifully dark story that, like The Graduate, manages to make an unpraiseworthy character somehow sympathetic. I particularly liked the line: "Each disappointment is the end of an illusion. I thank you, Anne, for a truly educational experience."
Four stars.
In Black of Many Colors, by Neil Shapiro
Cinnabar is Earth's only telepath, kept in cold sleep as a precious tool to be used only in case of emergency. One has come up—the aliens of Beta Lyrae Three are implacably hostile and on the verge of developing spaceflight. Only Cinnabar could possibly make contact and establish a peaceful rapport.
Cinnabar loathes the sharp-edged thoughts of humanity, and she thus has developed a strong death wish. This is mitigated for the first time when she falls in love with the captain of the vessel taking her to Beta Lyrae.
What will win? Her sense of duty (and desire for this to be her fatal swansong) or her desire for companionship? And are the two mutually exclusive?
This really is a lovely tale. In plot, it is not dissimilar to Silverberg's excellent novel, The Man in the Maze, but the execution, story, and cast are quite divergent. The main room for improvement would be to get rid of the somewhat fairy-tale narration that accompanies the first half. It's not necessary, and the story of a telepath should be internal, vivid and alien. I think Shapiro had the skills to write that story (as evidenced by the latter half of the piece, which is better), but perhaps not the confidence.
Four stars.
The Brief, Swinging Career of Dan and Judy Smythe, by Carter Wilson
A handsome young California couple decides to answer an ad for swingers. What seems to be a version of Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice ends in supernatural horror.
It reads like something written for Playboy. Perhaps Hugh rejected it. After all, his magazine is meant to promote, not dissuade, this lifestyle.
Three stars.
The Wizard of Atala, by Richard A. Lupoff
The naval superpower of Atala is threatened by the invincible airships of Catayuna. Only the might of Atala's wizard can stop them; only the pride of that nation's chief admiral, general, and strategist can thwart the sorcerer's mission.
I mostly know Dick Lupoff from his fanzine work (he and his wife won the Hugo in '63. This story takes place either in the far past or the far future—it's one of those tales where the names of familiar places are distorted, but not so much as to be unrecognizable: Yorpa and Afric, for example. Atala may be Atlantis or the Atlantic coast.
It's all kind of fantasy rote with traditional olde-type language, and it's a little tedious in the repetitious telling, but it's not bad.
Three stars.
The Nobel Prize That Wasn't, by Isaac Asimov
The Good Doctor, after regaling us with a tale of the day he seduced a buxom 18-year-old co-ed (apparently sometime last year), finishes explaining how the Periodic Table of Elements was solidified. A fellow named Mosely determined the last piece of the puzzle that was the atomic interior: atomic weight. Using x-rays, he was able to find out exactly how many protons any element's nucleus had (though he didn't know anything about the particles, just that there was something with positive charge inside) and that this number was the unique identifying factor for each atom.
What I find so fascinating about all this is how recent it was. When I was going to high school in the '30s, this fundament of chemistry was taken as read. And yet, just thirty years prior, there was as yet no real proof for the order the elements should be in. It is tremendous what a sea change subatomic theory and Einstein were at the beginning of this century. Will the 21st see such radical changes in understanding of the universe?
Four stars.
They All Ran After the Farmer's Wife, by Raylyn Moore
A down-on-his luck preacher from Ohio ends up as a laborer on a Kansas farm. His only social contacts are the Bible-thumping farmer, his fantastically ugly wife, Bep, and their other employee, a swarthy fellow named Aza who never takes off his socks. When the preacher and the farmer's wife begin an illicit relationship, it turns out that more than a little Scripture is involved in the proceedings.
While Christian myth generally leaves me cold as the basis for a tale, I did appreciate that this story hews away from the horrific, actually concluding with gentleness and redemption. Even the greatest of sinners can be saved with kindness by the honest, is the message.
Four stars.
Here comes the sun
As it turns out, the eclipse is over, and the stellar magazine that is F&SF has returned ablaze. Glad tidings for all. The question now is how long the sun will keep shining.
Is there a literary equivalent of Stonehenge to pray at?
by Gahan Wilson
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