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[May 22, 1970] Back From The Dead (Summer 1970 Worlds of Tomorrow)

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black and white photo of a dark-haired white woman with vampiric eyebrows
by Victoria Silverwolf

Resurrection

Well, what do you know.  A magazine I thought as dead as a doornail has risen from its grave.  I've reviewed every issue of Worlds of Tomorrow from its birth in 1963 to its demise in 1967.  After three years of mouldering in the grave, like John Brown's body, it has returned.  Let's take a look at this revenant to see if it was worth digging up. 

The cover of Worlds of Tomorrow science fiction magazine. The title is written across the top in yellow capitals, with the word tomorrow surrounded by a black oval and the letters drop shadowed.  In the lower left corner some contents are listed: The Bridge, by Piers Anthony; In the Land of Love by George H Smith; Of Death What Dreams, by Keith Laumer; The State Vs Susan Quod, by Noel Loomis.  The cover art is a painting of a naked white woman emerging through a wispy white opening in a red background. The left side of her body as well as her right arm and lower leg are still submerged in the background, making it seem that she is emerging breast- and hip-first.  The silhouette of her submerged right hand is visible in shadow as it reaches up toward her face.  She is looking forward and down with a neutral expression.
Cover art by Jack Gaughan.

The first thing to note is that the magazine is all fiction.  No editorial, no articles, no letter column, no reviews.  Oh, there's a one page thing by new editor Ejler Jakobsson, but it only discusses the stories briefly, in pretty much the same way most magazines provide a short blurb before each piece.

The next thing that catches my eye is that there's a heck of a lot of art, and that it's not credited.  I had to do some detective work (visible signatures, stylistic clues, etc.) to name the artists, but I was not always successful, as you'll see below.  I could take some educated guesses (I suspect that the names Gilbert and Gaughan would appear more often if I did) but I've tried not to go too far out on a limb.  At least we know who the authors are!

In the Land of Love, by George H. Smith

Title art for In the Land of Love, a black and white ink drawing spread across two pages.  The title is at the top, crossing both pages in a wavy psychedelic font.  On the left page, a cluster of people are tightly grouped together, such that for most only the heads are showing, mostly looking down or at one another.  At the top of the cluster, a woman with wind blown hair and uncovered chest is gazing at the viewer.  On the right page, a pregnant woman with unkempt hair and apparently wearing only a necklace and loincloth sits on the ground with her legs stretched in front of her and her right hand resting on her belly.  Next to her, an old man with a long handlebar mustache is crouching on his heels and looking cranky.
Illustrations by Gilbert(full name unknown.)

In a vastly overpopulated future world dominated by India, folks in North America are crowded together in small rooms and survive on gruel.  Our protagonist, an ex-soldier well over a century old, hates living like that.  What really gets his goat is the fact that society has become a right-winger's nightmare of what might happen when the hippies take over.

Everybody is stoned all the time.  They constantly talk about love, but consider political assassins to be heroes.  They also approve of the fact that a motorcycle thug casually runs over people, killing adults and children on a whim.  They consider it to be karma.

A pen and ink drawing of Super-Zapper standing in front of his motorcycle.  He is a white man with long straight unkempt hair and an untrimmed mustache.  He is wearing only a leather vest with a death's head decoration, and a loincloth with a leather belt.  His feet are bare.  In his right hand he holds a motorcycle helmet with a string of stick figures drawn on it, and in his left he appears to be holding a cigarette.  He is facing to the left of the viewer with a smug expression.
Super-Zapper, the killer cyclist.

The old veteran yearns for death to release him, but not even that is a sure way to escape from this hippie hell.  However, maybe there's a way he can use this to his advantage.

Boy, George H. Smith (not to be confused with SF writer George O. Smith) sure hates hippies!  This is very heavy-handed satire indeed.  The twist at the end is mildly interesting, but that's all I can say about it.

Two stars.

Of Death What Dreams, by Keith Laumer

A pen and ink drawing , mostly taken up by bold lines and curves criss crossing the page.  They leave a space at the center right for the head and upper body of a man with curly dark hair and a striped shirt with a sigil on the left breast showing eight small circles surrounding a larger circle.  He is looking down and reaching forward toward the lines with his right hand.
Uncredited illustration.

This requires some explanation.  Fortunately, the Noble Editor has saved me some work, in his review of March issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.  I shamelessly steal his quotation from editor Ed Ferman:

Five of science fiction's best storytellers were asked to write a novella beginning from a common prologue (written by Keith Laumer), to be combined in a book called Five Fates.  The Anderson story and one by Frank Herbert (coming up soon) will be published in F&SF.  We suggest that you look for the book (out in August from Doubleday) in order to catch up with the others: by Keith Laumer, Gordon Dickson and Harlan Ellison.

The Poul Anderson story The Fatal Fulfillment appeared in that issue, where it won a middle-of-the-road three stars.

The Noble Editor has already reviewed the March issue of Galaxy, which featured Ellison's story The Region Between.  That one earned a full five stars.

Let's see if Laumer's version gets an A, a C, or some other grade.

A black and white drawing.  Three wheels with four spokes each seem to be rolling across the page over a person's head which is drawn in a very abstract linear style.  Long wires extend upward from the head out of the frame.
Illustration by Jack Gaughan.

Like all the other stories, this one begins with a guy named Douglas Bailey entering a euthanasia center and getting an injection that is supposed to kill him.  In this case, however, he revives in a room with a woman who seems vaguely familiar present.  Because he lost all his legal identity at the time of his attempted suicide, he has to join the criminal underground to survive.  He also feels as if he's got some purpose he has to fulfill.

This is a rigidly hierarchical, vastly overcrowded future world.  Bailey manages to put together enough cash to get himself a false ID as a member of the upper class, implant knowledge of the culture of the elite into his brain, and develop his body into that of a bodybuilder in a particularly painful way.  He bluffs his way into the ruling class (who are literally high above the ordinary folks) for reasons that don't become clear until the end.

An ink painting of a woman, her body outlined using negative-space techniques.  She has long wavy dark hair, heavily lined eyes, and is wearing a skimpy bikini.  She is posing like a model, with her right hand atop her head as if brushing her hair back and her left hand on her hip, her body turned toward the left but her head toward the right.  She is standing in front of a stylized doorway decorated with swirls and geometric shapes reminiscent of art deco.
Illustration by Phoebe Gaughan, who is married to Jack.

Given that this is a yarn by Laumer, it's not surprising that it's got plenty of action, a complex plot, and moves at lightning speed.  This is an example of the author in his serious mood, rather than his frequent attempts at comedy.  The climax adds a couple of science fiction themes that aren't clued at earlier, so that strains credibility.  Overall, worth a read, but no masterpiece.

Three stars.

The Bridge, by Piers Anthony

Title image for The Bridge.  The title is written in a swirly bold font with THE at the top of the page and Bridge at the bottom.  In the center is a line drawing of a naked woman sitting with her back to the viewer, leaning back to rest on her left hand.  Her hair is blowing in the wind past her feet, and she has turned her upper body so that her profile is visible.  She is looking at the viewer with a skeptical expression.
Illustration by Gilbert.

A guy wakes up to find a tiny woman in his bed.  She insists that they make love.  Alternating sections of the text reveal who sent her to him and why.

A pen and ink drawing of a small naked woman at the top of the page. The folds of a huge blanket extend from her navel down to the bottom of the page.
Illustration by Jack Gaughan.

Really, this is nothing but a description of a man of normal size having sex with a woman nine inches tall.  It's pretty explicit.  The explanation for what's going on is confusing and nonsensical.  The whole thing boils down to an extended dirty joke.

A printed diagram shows a thin rectangle on the left, labeled XMTR above and INPUT below. It is connected by two zigzags to a square just left of center, labeled RCVR above and STAGE I, docking & transfer below.  This is connected by multiple smaller zigzags to a much smaller square just right of center which is labeled RCVR above.  This connects by two diagonal lines to the top and bottom of a column of even smaller squares, which are labeled SMTRS above and STAGE II, filtering & subdivision below.  Each of the squares in the column is connected via a wavy line to an identical square at the right of the page, labeled RCVRS above and OUTPUT below.
An explanatory diagram that explains nothing.

One star.

Serum-SOB, by James Bassett

A black and white illustration shows a large white syringe against a black background.  The handle of the plunger is a peace sign.  On the body of the syringe is drawn an exaggerated graffiti style cartoon of a woman wearing only underpants, with her hands held up next to her shoulders with fingers splayed. She is smiling widely.
Illustrations uncredited.

A scientist discovers that human aggression is caused by a virus.  He develops a vaccine that turns people into passive, agreeable folks.  His main motive is to have sex with other women without his wife being upset.  Once the whole world is inoculated, he finds another way to amuse himself, with serious consequences. 

A cartoon drawing of a balding old man's face, smiling beatifically with eyes squinted closed, against an abstract black textured background.
The effect of Serum-SOB.

The intent seems to be comic satire.  I don't think it works.  I guess I'm supposed to be amused by the scientist's cynical manipulation of other people.  Nope.

One star.

Tell Me, by Edward Y. Breese

A pen and ink cross hatch drawing of a man with dark hair in a space suit against a shadowy background.  He is staring blankly at the viewer through his transparent helmet.
More uncredited artwork.

A space scout talks about his experience on a world populated by very human aliens at a fairly low level of technology.  You'll probably be able to figure out who he is pretty quickly.

This thing depends entirely on its plot twist, which is telegraphed in multiple ways early in the text.  It's not a terribly original idea, either.  Maybe not quite as worthless as the two previous stories, but not good.

Two stars.

The State vs. Susan Quod, by Noel Loomis

A charcoal drawing on graph paper of a naked woman from head to pubic area (which is not drawn). The arms end in scribbles at the elbows.  Numbers and illegible writing surround the figure, with lines extending toward parts of the body and face as if to indicate measurements or reference points.
Even more uncredited artwork.

The narrator tells us about his wife, who was a robot nearly indistinguishable from a human being.  He didn't know this until the end of their relationship, but he tells the reader right away.

There are lots of these androids around, and they appear to be infiltrating positions of power.  Somehow they've overcome the restrictions built into them.

The plot has something to do with the robot's grandfather taking control of the world's supply of gold, leading to economic chaos.  The narrator is a political operative who is supposed to correct this.  This leads to serious conflict with his wife, and a dramatic gesture on her part that reveals her true nature. 

There's a lot of stuff about the narrator's desire for the stunningly beautiful robot and her refusal to have sex with him until they're married.  This isn't particularly interesting, and the story is way too long.

Two stars.

Histoport 3939, by Mark Power

A black and white pen and ink drawing of a man in a space suit with a transparent face plate. Tubes run from the side of the helmet down the back of the suit.  He is looking down at several sheets of paper he is holding in the glove of the suit.
Illustrations by Jack Gaughan.

A guy joins folks mining a planet for rocks that produce a gas that causes antigravity.  The place is inhabited by asexual aliens who don't seem to have any interest in the humans at all.  Some of the miners, who must be pretty damn lonely, take the aliens as mates.

The guy tries to figure out a way to smuggle the gas, in some other form, out of the planet.  It turns out the aliens eat the rock, and that suggests a way he can succeed.  That involves marrying one of the aliens.  Let's just say that things don't work out well.

A black and white pen and ink drawing of a man in a bulky space suit and an alien, facing each other.  The man's face looks angry.  The alien is facing away from the viewer and appears to have spiky protrusions extending in all directions from its head.  The body is not clearly drawn but appears to have round bumps sticking out of it intermittently.
A man and his mate.

Besides having an implausible plot (Antigravity gas?  Humans taking spore-based, nonsexual aliens as mates?) this story is full of made-up futuristic words in almost every sentence.  A little of that goes a long way.  A centerfold of one of the aliens makes me suspect that I'm not supposed to take this seriously, but the story isn't funny.

A black and white drawing of an alien, drawn centerfold-style across two pages such that you have to turn the magazine sideways to view.  The top page shows a globelike head and a large mushroom-like upper body and a long skinny arm, all of which have spiky protrusions emanating at various angles.  The bottom page shows the other arm, as well as two bulbous legs ending in skinny, rootlike feet.  The pose is reminiscent of a Playboy model.
Eat your heart out, Playboy!

Two stars.

The Mallinson Case, by K. H. Hartley

A black and white drawing shows a lipstick print surrounded by several multi-pronged tv antennae, against a blank background.
Yet another uncredited bit of art.

This takes the form of the transcription of a legal case.  In the future, a person can put his or her consciousness into an artificial body that can be transmitted over something like three-dimensional television.  A man used this to have an affair with a woman.  Her husband sued for adultery, but the court decided the woman was not guilty, because she didn't have sex with the man's actual body.

A black and white cross hatch drawing of a man with a beard, standing three quarters in shadow, such that only his left profile, shoulder, and arm are visible against the dark background.
Illustration by Jack Gaughan.

In the present case, the husband used the same technology to kill the man.  Is he guilty of murder?  Or is he innocent, just as the woman was acquitted of adultery?

The speculative technology is interesting, and the two legal cases are decided in a way that is logical.  Besides that, the story makes for dry reading.  I suppose that's realistic, anyway, but it's pretty dull.

Two stars.

Private Phone, by Rachel Cosgrove Payes

A black and white charcoal drawing of a teenage girl lying on her back with her head toward the viewer.  Her knees are bent and her head is at an angle as though she were lying on her bed with her head off the edge.  She is holding her right hand to her ear as though talking on the telephone.
Yep; more uncredited illustrations.

A teenager wants — you guessed it — a private phone.  Mom argues against it, but Dad gives in.

A black and white illustration of a young girl facing toward the left of the viewer with a neutral expression.  Her hair and the shadows of her face and neck are a circuit diagram.
Typical teenager of the future.

The ending reveals why this story, despite its futuristic trappings, is science fiction at all.  You'll probably see it coming a mile away.

Two stars.

Worth Reviving?

Let's face it; this was a lousy issue.  Only Laumer's story even reaches the level of being worth reading.  There's a lot of sex in this mag, mostly in forms that seem like male fantasies to me. 

An ad in the magazine reveals that another old publication, that hasn't been seen since 1968 (in its first and, so far, only issue) is supposed to rise out of its coffin in the near future.  It looks like it will contain Gordon R. Dickson's contribution to the Five Fates series noted above.  My esteemed colleague Kris Vyas-Myall gave the premiere issue of Worlds of Fantasy a lukewarm review, which isn't promising.

While I long for the return of SF's heyday in the early 1950s, when there were 40 monthly/quarterly mags on the newsstands, I don't think this is the way to get there!

The endpaper of the magazine, which reads: Worlds of fantasy.  Featured in the current issue: Teddy Bear, by James E. Gunn; Walker Between the Planes, by Gordon R. Dickson; Last Night and Every Night, by James Tiptree, Jr. Watch for it on your newsstand!
My sources in the publishing industry tell me that Dickson's story will be retitled Maverick when it appears in book form.  No relation to the old Western TV show, I presume.


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[September 2, 1966] On the Edge (October 1966 IF)

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by David Levinson

Big Trouble in China

Back in May, I wrote about the political maneuvering going on in China, and I predicted purges would follow. Rarely have I been so sorry to be right. On August 13th, Mao Tse-tung announced a purge of Party officials as part of the Cutural Revolution. And he has a frightening new tool to carry out his will.

At the end of May, a group of high school and university students calling themselves Red Guards embraced the principles of the Cultural Revolution and hung up posters criticizing university administrators. Originally condemned as counterrevolutionaries and radicals, they were officially endorsed by Mao early in August. On the 18th, a mass rally was held in T’ien-an-min Square in Peking. A reported one million students listened to speeches by various Party officials. Mao appeared in military fatigues for the first time in years, a look favored by the Red Guards.

On the 22nd, they began putting up posters “advising” people to abandon bourgeois habits such as Western clothing and warned shopkeepers against selling foreign goods. They gave people a week before they would “take action”. Since then, the Red Guards have run amok. On the 26th, they gave foreigners and bourgeois Chinese to the end of the day to leave Peking. They poured into the Tibetan capital Lhasa, destroying ancient relics, vandalizing shrines and abusing monks. Now, word has come out that they are beating and killing people in the Ta-hsing and Ch’ang-p’ing districts of Peking, and the police have been ordered to look the other way. This is likely to get worse before it gets better, and however it ends won’t be pretty.


Soong P’in-p’in, a Red Guard leader, pins an armband on Mao Tse-tung.

Life on the edge

This month’s IF features not one, but two stories set on the edge of the galaxy, and just about everyone else is on the edge in some way or another.


Amazingly well done for Dan Adkins. Art by Adkins

TV by the Numbers, by Fred Pohl

We rarely mention editorials, but this one’s interesting. A recent discussion with Murray Leinster about one of his patents that lets TV studios use a photograph of a set backdrop in place of the physical thing got Fred to thinking. A single line on a black-and-white TV screen consists of around 420 phosphor dots that are either on or off. With 525 lines to a frame, it would take a string of 220,000 ones and zeros to describe one frame. A 25 billion digit number would be enough for a one hour show; 600 billion for 24 hours. But you probably need a lot less. In the thirtieth of a second between frames, most of those dots don’t change, so it should be possible to find a way to tell the TV to only change certain spots from the last frame. Could there come a day when not only the stage sets, but even the actors aren’t real?

Neutron Star, by Larry Niven

Out-of-work space pilot Beowulf Shaeffer is facing debtor’s prison when an alien blackmails him into taking on a suicide mission. The puppeteers (something like a headless, three-legged centaur with Cecil the Seasick Sea Serpent puppets for arms) have a near-monopoly on spaceship hulls, which are supposed to be impervious to everything except visible light. But something reached through one of their hulls and reduced two scientists studying a neutron star to bloody smears. Now Shaeffer finds himself following the exact same course, and he has to figure things out before he meets the same end.


Beowulf Shaeffer aboard his invisible starship. Art by Adkins

A nice little problem story. While the answer may seem obvious to the reader, that answer is incomplete. There’s a subtle bit more to it that the puppeteers can’t see, and the reason they can’t see it means a sizeable bonus for Shaeffer. Another detail has Shaeffer recording everything happening, so there is some record if he’s killed. In an interesting coincidence, a voice recording is being analyzed for the first time in the investigation of a plane crash in Nebraska last month.

Three stars.

Your Soldier Unto Death, by Michael Walker

The centuries-long war with the Kreekal has ground to an end. With their hive-like society, the alien soldiers were specially bred to fight. Ultimately, humanity began raising soldiers from birth to do two things: to hate Kreekan soldiers and to be good at killing them. Now that the war is over, what do you do with 5 billion soldiers who are barely human?

While there’s some apparent skill in the writing, Walker is this month’s new writer — and you can tell. The pieces don’t quite fit together, and most of the story consists of people sitting around talking about things. The germ of a good story is here, but the author just isn’t up to it.

A high two stars.

Snow White and the Giants (Part 1 of 4), by J. T. McIntosh

In the quite English country town of Shuteley, sweltering under the hottest summer on record, Val Mathers wishes something would happen. His marriage to Sheila is in a rough situation, partly because of a difference over whether to have children, partly because of his mentally handicapped sister Dina, who lives with them, and partly because his old school friend Jota seems to have tried to force himself on Sheila three years earlier. Now Jota is on his way back from his job in Cologne, Dina is worried about the fairies in the garden, and a strange group of young tourists has appeared in town.

With one exception, these tourists are all very tall and very fit. The women wear dresses that seem to disappear occasionally, causing a commotion. The exception, whom Val dubs Snow White for her fair skin and dark hair, differs from the others only in her size. They all behave a bit oddly and when asked where they’re from, they reply “Here.” Even stranger, they all seem to know Val and are expecting Jota. After Jota arrives in town, he and Val decide to investigate where the strangers are camping. To be continued.


Val and Sheila investigate strange lights at the bottom of the garden. Art by Gaughan

It’s difficult to judge where this is going, since this installment is almost all McIntosh setting the scene. None of the characters are terribly appealing. Val is passive, Sheila short-tempered, and Jota obnoxious. Honestly, it feels like McIntosh could have moved the story forward a lot more quickly.

McIntosh tends to be hit or miss, and his biggest weakness is his female characters. That’s on display here with the childlike Dina and the mysterious Miranda (Snow White’s real name). Worst of all is Sheila, who is snappish and unpleasant toward Val and his sister – but the narrative ignores her reasons for being that way. The biggest would seem to be Jota’s assault, and Val’s attitude seems to be “he shouldn’t have done it, he’s promised not to do it again and he’s going away, so let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.” Awful.

Two stars for now.

Handy Phrase Book in Fannish, by Lin Carter

Any in-group tends to develop its own lingo. This month Our Man in Fandom takes a look at the slang commonly used by science fiction fans. He starts off with a look at various fanacs (fan activities) and the different types of fans, from the sercon (serious, conservative fan) to the faaan (the obnoxious kid in a propellor beanie). Then he looks at the various names given to and taken by prominent fans, such as Forrest J. Ackerman (4e, 4SJ, etc.) or OMF himself (LinC). He wraps things up with the fannish (or fenly) fondness for nonsense words that serve as catch-alls, like vombic and fout. LinC is clearly having fun, but it’s all a bit breathless and shallow.

A low three stars.

Tunnel Warrior, by Joseph P. Martino

World War III has somehow managed to keep the exchange of atomic weapons to East and West Germany. The fighting is still ongoing, but the front is now in tunnels deep underground. Sergeant Alvin Hodge has been ordered to accompany a group of military geologists to the front lines so they can test out a new method of determining where the Russians are digging.


Sgt. Hodge examines what’s left of the city of Kassel. Art by Gray Morrow

The military action bits are fair, but the overall premise is just ridiculous. Even if the nuclear exchange were confined to the German border, there’s just no way the fighting would be limited to such a small area. This story would be much better served by setting it on the Moon or some alien planet with a more believable reason for the combat to be underground.

A high two stars.

On the Edge of the Galaxy, by Ernest Hill

Colonel Geoff Carruthers and his exploratory team have spent 5 years on planet VX91/6 supposedly looking for titanium and zirconium, but achieving nothing. Now they face a military inspection.


The inspecting general meets Rastus. Art by Virgil Finlay

I have no idea what was going on in this story, and I’m not sure any of the characters do either. What a confused mess.

Barely two stars.

The Spy Game, by Rachel Cosgrove Payes

A letter of complaint from an angry parent to the makers of the Interstellar Secret Agent Kit.

Humor is subjective, but I doubt many people will find this funny. Much of it is clearly attempting to satirize aspects of modern society, but it rather fails at that, too.

Two stars.

Edge of Night, by A. Bertram Chandler

In the first installment, Commodore John Grimes led a volunteer group to a parallel universe to investigate the origins of a mysterious spaceship. There, they found humanity on the Rim of the galaxy enslaved by intelligent rats and vowed revenge. The rats are mobilizing against Grimes and his crew, but the one place they aren’t contacting is the planet Stree. In his universe, Grimes was the first human to land on that planet and make contact with the psychic philosopher lizards who live there, a peaceful and positive contact. Reaching Stree with subterfuge and a bit of luck, Grimes finds himself expected and recognized.

It seems that the Wise Ones of the Streen know their lives in every universe. They have also come up with a plan to stop the rats by “killing the egg before it hatches.” To do so, one of them will take Grimes and his ship centuries into the past to keep the ship bearing the mutated ancestors of the rat people from reaching Port Forlorn.


Serressor and Mayhew pilot the ship backwards in time. Art by Gaughan

One thing really stood out to me here. As they’re getting ready to stop the ancestors of the rats, Grimes contemplates the fact that he’s about to commit genocide, and it bothers him. Not a lot, but it’s far more than Dick Seaton can say. Once again, I thought it was a four-star story while I read it, but cooled on it later. It’s a big airy dessert, delicious but a bit lacking once it’s finished.

A high three stars for this installment and the novel as a whole.

In the Bone, by Gordon R. Dickson

Harry Brennan sets out on humanity’s first interstellar journey aboard the John Paul Jones, a ship so small it’s almost an extension of himself. On the fifth Earth-like world he finds, he enounters an intelligent alien. The alien strips him of his ship, telling him to go and be a beast. Harry goes mad and becomes little more than an animal, but gradually his humanness returns.


Still more beast than man, Harry makes his way into the alien’s ship. Art by Virgil Finlay

The plot is so Campbellian, I wonder what it’s doing here. Dickson can usually handle this sort of story, but he’s not at his best. He’s too direct in telling us the point at the beginning and end, and the style holds the reader at a distance.

A low three stars.

Summing up

Well, that was a mediocre issue. One exciting read that isn’t as good when you think about it, two fair works from authors who can do better, and a whole lot of filler, including a poor start to a long serial. Fingers crossed that next month turns out better.


Every one of those could go either way. All four are going to have to come up heads to counterbalance McIntosh.

And if you are in Cleveland (physically or in spirit) this weekend, be certain to join us for the showing of the first Star Trek pilot at 7pm Eastern (4pm Pacific!).




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