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Friday, April 25, 2025

Richard Matheson: "Little Girl Lost," "The Doll That Does Everything" and "The Funeral"

Let's read three more stories from the Richard Matheson collection titled The Shores of Space.  We've already read a bunch of them--check out these links if you are so inclined:  "Trespass," "When Day is Dun," and "The Curious Child"; "Being," "The Test," and "Clothes Make the Man"; "The Last Day"; "Pattern for Survival."  I'm not going to blog about the most famous stories in The Shores of Space, "Blood Son" and "Steel," because I've already read the former (I recommend it) and I already know the story of the latter from seeing a TV version of it and hearing talk of a cinematic version.  I own a 1957 paperback copy of The Shores of Space, but as you can see at one of the posts linked above, it is falling apart and it is a hassle dealing with it so today I am reading a scan of a 1969 Bantam printing.

"Little Girl Lost" (1953)

This story debuted in an issue of Amazing that has one of the least attractive covers I have ever seen on a big name SF magazine.  "Little Girl Lost" has also been filmed for television, isfdb is telling me, but maybe I won't remember it.

OK, I remember it, but it is short and pretty good, so it wasn't annoying to experience the text version of "Little Girl Lost."  Told in the first person, from the perspective of the father, the story is about how a little girl falls through a temporary portal into another dimension and her parents are frantic trying to find her--they can hear her calling for help, but cannot see her.  We get some incomprehensible jazz about how a one-dimensional world is a line and a two-dimensional world is an infinite number of lines and a three-dimensional world is an infinite number of planes and so on, but mostly the story is about the emotions of the parents and Matheson does a good job with that so thumbs up.  A dog is the hero of the story, all you canine lovers should take note.  The plot is resolved by luck more than initiative or logic or strength or whatever, but that adds to the fear element, so is actually a benefit more than a detriment to how well "Little Girl Lost" operates as a horror story.

"Little Girl Lost," an above average piece of work, has been reprinted many times. 


"The Doll That Does Everything" (1954)

Here we have a lame joke story, overwritten and perhaps offensive.

A married couple consists of a male poet and a female sculptor; neither is very successful financially.  Their toddler keeps destroying their work, and the rest of the house besides. The poet talks about killing his son, using some rarely seen words (this is part of the overwriting) and repeating himself (yeah, more overwriting) for comic effect.

The parents have the idea that a companion for the kid will keep him under control. They purchase a robot child which will grow at the normal human rate, maturing alongside their real child.  But instead of pacifying their little hellion, the robot makes things worse, as junior figures out how to get the robot to help it in its destructive pursuits. So the parents murder their son and raise the robot in its place, a ruse which succeeds for many years.

Thumbs down.

After debuting in Fantastic Universe, "The Doll That Does Everything" would go on to be reprinted in an anthology edited by Roger Elwood and Vic Ghidalia with one of the worst covers I have ever seen on an SF book.  In an afterword to "The Doll That Does Everything" in its appearance in 2005's Richard Matheson: Collected Stories, Volume Two, Matheson talks a little about his relationship with Charles Beaumont and how it influenced this story.   


"The Funeral" (1955)

Here's another Matheson story adapted for use on the boob tube, but I am confident I don't know this one because I don't think I've ever seen Night Gallery.

The name "Beaumont" appears casually in the first line of "The Funeral," making me think this must be a joke story, and my suspicions are confirmed when I find "The Funeral," like "The Doll That Does Everything," to be overwritten, presumably for comedic effect. Try this sentence on for size:
His cardiac muscle flexing vigorously, he forced back folds of sorrowful solicitude across his face.
Ouch!

The foundational joke of the story is that a vampire comes to a funeral home, wanting a funeral for himself. The funeral director is scared and even faints during the service, which is attended by a witch, a werewolf, a hunchback named Ygor, etc., and which devolves into a brawl in which the various monsters use their supernatural powers on each other. The monsters wreck the place, but pay for all repairs, so the funeral home makes a tidy profit.  In the final scene a Lovecraftian entity, shapeless and tentacled, arrives at the funeral home, the establishment having been recommended to him by the vampire.

I hate this kind of thing (I never cared for The Addams Family, for example, though I love The Munsters because I like the actors and the plots are traditional sitcom things just in horror drag) so thumbs down.  Waste of time.

"The Funeral" first appeared in F&SF and has reappeared in numerous Matheson collections (I own it in two different books) and a small number of foreign-language anthologies.  Matheson's afterword to the story in Richard Matheson: Collected Stories, Volume Two is about Matheson's work on Night Gallery and Star Trek; it seems that Matheson came up with lots of scripts for these shows that were rejected.  For even the best of us, life is a series of defeats.


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I guess people love joke stories--"The Funeral" is in the Penguin Classics The Best of Richard Matheson.  I rarely like joke stories myself, so today was not a good day for the blog.  I look to fiction for sincerity, and I found it in "Little Girl Lost," easily the best story we read today.

More short horror-themed stories await us in the next thrilling episode of MPorcius Fiction Log--show up if you are confident your cardiac muscle can take it!

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Richard Matheson: "Trespass," "When Day is Dun," and "The Curious Child"

On February 9 we talked about three Richard Matheson stories that were reprinted in The Shores of Space, a 1957 collection which I own.  Let's check out three more stories from this book which is leaving a trail of glue fragments and dried paper shards all over my house.

"Trespass" (1953)

This story first appeared in Fantastic under the title "Mother by Protest" and was advertised on the magazine's cover as a "thriller" and promoted inside as "daring."  "Trespass" has reappeared in many anthologies as well as Matheson collections.

Scientist Collier returns home from a six month trip to the Latin American jungle to find his wife Ann pregnant!  There is no way he could be the father, but Ann insists she has not been unfaithful.  This causes a rift in their relationship and Matheson does a good job depicting how both man and wife react to this dreadful situation.  Ann's pregnancy proceeds, and again and again the Colliers and their doctor are faced with unconventional phenomena--Ann can't stop eating salt; Ann feels compelled to seek out the cold; Ann catches a serious illness and then is miraculously cured without medical intervention; and on and on.  Ann, never interested in serious reading before, speed reads all of her husband's science books and then devours huge stacks of books on science and philosophy she gets from the library.

Collier and his friends come to a startling conclusion--Ann has been impregnated by a Martian and the alien baby growing inside her is already fully conscious and feverishly gathering info on our world and culture to facilitate Martian conquest of this big blue marble we call home!  It even seems like the Martian can take over Ann's body and read the minds of those nearby, as is normal for aliens in these old SF stories.

Will Ann give birth to a hybrid monster?  Is Ann the only victim of this manner of diabolical alien intrusion?  Can the Colliers marriage be patched up?

This is a pretty good one, though maybe a little too long and maybe a little anticlimactic; I was expecting something more in the way of fireworks at the end.

As I have told you before, I own a copy of the second volume of Richard Matheson: Collected Stories, and it turns out that all three of today's stories appear in this 2005 book.  In the brief commentary in that book after "Trespass" we learn that Matheson hated the title put on the story by the magazine staff, and that this story was made into a TV movie starring Barbara Eden called The Stranger Within.    

Left: John Schoenherr     Right: Frank Frazetta

"When Day is Dun" (1954)

Here's a short one that debuted in an issue of Fantastic Universe that also printed stories by Philip Jose Farmer, Henry Kuttner, Jack Williamson, Frank Belknap Long, Robert Bloch, and Carl Jacobi, a phalanx of authors we read here at MPorcius Fiction Log.  Maybe we'll have to explore this issue further in the future.   

Unfortunately, "When Day is Dun" is annoying filler--thumbs down.

After a nuclear war, a poet thinks he is the last man on Earth and sits among the ruins writing poems that commemorate the end of the human race.  Matheson includes lots of this poetry; I thought he had intentionally come up with bad poetry, as a joke, but Matheson's commentary on "When Day is Dun" in Collected Stories: Volume Two suggests Matheson worked hard on the poetry and liked some of it, so, go figure.  Even the regular text of "When Day in Dun" is full of poorly-conceived (IMHO) poetical flourishes as a reflection of the poet's thoughts.

It turns out that this versifier is not the last man on Earth--another survivor approaches him.  Our twist ending, which perhaps dramatizes the sort of selfishness and irrationality that might have caused the nuclear war, sees the poet, who wants to be the last living human being, shoot his fellow survivor dead.

This irritating trifle has not been anthologized.
 

"The Curious Child" (1954)

"The Curious Child" takes place in Midtown Manhattan, where I worked in an office for over a decade, a decade which, now that I live out in the country among cows and tractors and sheep and horses and the smell of manure, seems like an impossible dream, more like something I read about than a portion of my own real life.

Robert Graham leaves his office at 5:00 to wade into the rush hour crowds.  He can't find his car--he has forgotten where he parked it!  He searches for it, and realizes he doesn't even remember what color or make his car is!  Wait, does he even own a car?  Doesn't he live in Manhattan?  Or does he live in New Jersey, or one of the outer boroughs?  Graham tries to find his address in his wallet, but he loses his wallet, and eventually even forgets his name.

Matheson writes all this pretty effectively; Graham's panic and his interactions with hurrying New Yorkers in whose way he is getting ring true.  However, the story is too long, Matheson hitting us with the same gag again and again, this guy forgetting yet another thing.

I'm not sure if the twist ending is superfluous or not; I guess it depends on whether you want "The Curious Child" to be a true horror story in which a man suffers a terrible and inexplicable fate, or you want it to have a sort of hopeful sense-of-wonder science fiction ending that explains what is going on and ameliorates the horror angle.  Anyway, it turns out that Robert Graham was born in the high-tech future, the son of a scientist who was building a time machine.  Little baby RG blundered into the time machine and reappeared in 1919, where he was found and put into an orphanage and has lived a more or less successful 20th-century life, getting a good middle-class job and getting married.  Today, in 1954, he is 37 and his real people, the people of the future, have finally found him and are bringing him back to the future.  For some reason, their approach screwed up his memory ("...the closer we got to you the more your past and present was jumbled in your mind....")  In his afterword in Collected Stories: Volume Two, Matheson seems to realize the time travel resolution of the plot is not a clear improvement, and admits he "tacked on a science fiction ending" because he was sure the story wouldn't sell without such an ending.   

We'll call this acceptable.  "The Curious Child" has reappeared in a few British and European anthologies and various Matheson collections the world over.


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"When Day is Dun" is a clunker but it is quite short.  "Trespass" and "The Curious Child" are well-written and "Trespass"'s plot is actually pretty successful, so as a whole, on a page-per-page basis, this has been a reasonably good batch of Fifties SF. 

More SF from the the 1950s awaits us in the next episode of MPorcius Fiction Log.

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Richard Matheson: "Being," "The Test," and "Clothes Make the Man"

Back in October, the internet archive was down (it was a tough time, people!) so I went to Wonder Book to buy a cheap copy of the A. E. van Vogt fix-up novel The War Against the Rull because I wanted to compare its text to that of an anthology version of one of the component stories, "The Gryb" AKA "Repetition."  While there, I also bought a copy of Avram Davidson's The Masters of the Maze.  It turned out that the store was having some kind of "buy 2 paperbacks and get a 3rd free" sale, so I grabbed a decaying copy of Richard Matheson's The Shores of Space, Bantam A1571.  (I didn't have time to hunt through the shelves for something with a good cover.)  In honor of my cheapness and of the man who wrote Vincent Price's best movie and Steven Spielberg's best movie, let's read three stories from this freebie.

But first!  Links to the two stories in The Shores of Space which I've already blogged about: "The Last Day," and "Pattern for Survival." 

"Being" (1954)

"Being" debuted in an issue of If with an awesome meteor shower cover; Matheson's story is graced with some pretty chilling Virgil Finlay illustrations.

"Being" is an effective horror story that exploits the tension between city and country folk, depicts two marriages, convincingly portrays people under terrible stress, and includes two very common science fiction elements; I quite enjoyed it.

It is August, and married couple Les and Marian, Los Angelenos, are driving cross country to New York to visit Marian's family.  Matheson does a good job describing their discomfort and frustration as they drive through the deserts of the South West--the intolerable heat, the need to get off the highway due to construction and follow poorly maintained dirt roads, the ever present risk of the car overheating.  There ain't no air-conditioned Toyota Corolla or GPS in 1954!  On some remote road the couple get kidnapped and held captive in a makeshift zoo owned by a gas station owner!

"Being" is more than hicksploitation.  Merv, widower, war veteran, and gas station owner, is a prisoner himself--a telepathic blob monster from outer space is making him capture people so it can eat them, one man every two days!  (We encounter many blob monsters and telepathic aliens here at MPorcius Fiction Log.)  This is the first time Merv has ever captured a woman, and he is shaken to his core--he's already fed eight men to the blob monster but feeding it a woman feels like an even deeper level of degradation!  And Marian looks like his beloved wife Elsie!  

Matheson's descriptions of the psychology of our four characters as they struggle to survive in extraordinary circumstances, always trying to outwit or outfight each other, are compelling.  Merv and Les in particular are forced to balance the need to survive with their ideas of justice and duty.  All the characters act believably and it is easy to sympathize with any or all of them.

A quite good science fiction horror tale.  "Being" has been reprinted in a bunch of anthologies and Matheson collections, including another I own, Collected Stories Volume 2, where Matheson in an afterword talks about the genesis of the story and his efforts to turn it into a screenplay.


"The Test" (1954)

"The Test" first saw print in an issue of F&SF alongside Chad Oliver's "Transformer," a story I panned when I read it a few years ago, and an Edmond Hamilton story I have yet to read.  There is always new territory to explore!

It is the year 2003.  A law has been passed--old people, I guess 65 and older, have to take a comprehensive physical, mental, and psychological test every five years and those who fail are euthanized!  Our characters are a married couple with two kids and the husband's father, age 80.  The story dwells on ambiguity and ambivalence--the justification for the law is overpopulation and the way it strains resources, but of course there is reason to believe it was passed because many people are sick of having their elderly parents around.  The emotions of the married couple in the story are torn--the old man is a burden, a hassle, but at the same time his son still loves him.

This is only barely a SF story--for the most part it is a mainstream literary story about the relationships between adult children and their parents in our prosperous individualistic age in which family ties are weaker and people live longer, in which people want more and more freedom and (paradoxically) give the government more and more power in hopes of securing that freedom--generally at the expense of the freedom of others.  Matheson handles the material ably, and employs an economical style--every phrase and image is powerful, the story is just the right length and moves at just the right speed.  Thumbs up!      

This is another widely reprinted story.  "The Test" appears under the heading "Overpopulation" in Isaac Asimov Presents the Best Science Fiction Firsts, and in his afterword to the story in Collected Stories Volume 2, Matheson talks about F&SF editor Anthony Boucher's reaction to the story and tells us there was some interest in Italy in adapting the story for the screen, but Matheson doesn't know if anything came of it.

           

"Clothes Make the Man" (1951)

"Clothes Make the Man" debuted in the final issue of Damon Knight's short-lived magazine Worlds Beyond.  This is a silly filler story.

An ad exec guy is a real clotheshorse.  He has all his clothes custom tailored, even his undies.  He never takes off his hat, even inside, and however hot it is, he won't take off his jacket.  On a picnic his wife, brother, and sister-in-law take off their shoes and socks to wade in a stream, but he refuses.  

Anyway, it becomes apparent that the man can't function without his clothes.  If someone swipes his hat as a joke this wizard who is always coming up with spellbinding ad campaigns becomes an imbecile.  If he doesn't have shoes on he can barely walk.  The climax to the story is that the clothes come to life and start walking around without him, even doing work at the office and dating women; bereft of his clothes, the ad exec is a useless wreck, unable to even talk, in the hospital in steep decline. 

We also get a twist ending.  "Clothes Make the Man" is a first-person narrative; the narrator is at a party and the story of the clotheshorse is being told to him by the clotheshorse's heart-broken brother.  The narrator is very dismissive towards this poor bastard.  The twist ending is that the narrator is the suit of clothes, out on a date with the clotheshorse's wife.

The plot does not make any sense, but the story moves at a quick pace and all the individual sentences and paragraphs are OK--we'll call "Clothes Make the Man" barely acceptable.

I don't think this one has been anthologized in English, but "Clothes Make the Man" has been included in European anthologies, as well as a stack of Matheson collections in many languages.


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Matheson has a high reputation and "Being" and "The Test" demonstrate why--Matheson's characters feel very real, making his SF ideas all the more engaging.  As for "Clothes Make the Man," well, they can't all be winners, and we have read much worse.

More short stories in our next exciting episode, but from over twenty years later.

Sunday, August 18, 2024

Merril-approved 1958 stories: K MacLean, L Cole, and D McLaughlin

This blog post is brought to you by the letter "M," which stands for MPorcius and Merril.  As you know, we've been cherry-picking stories from the honorable mentions list at the back of 1959's SF: The Year's Greatest Science-Fiction and Fantasy: 4th Annual Volume.  We've reached the "M" authors on the list, of whom there are five.  One is Richard Matheson, whose story "The Edge" Merril gave the nod; I read "The Edge" back in early May.  Another is Sam Merwin, Jr., whose novel The House of Many Worlds I read back in 2017 and said failed as a humor piece, as an adventure tale, and as a SF story.  Merwin's Merril-approved story, "Lady in the Lab," appeared in the men's magazine Adam, in an issue I cannot find a free scan of; seeing as I am too cheap to buy this magazine on ebay (looks like it goes for $13.00 or more) we won't be discussing "Lady in the Lab" today.  That leaves us with stories by three authors, Katherine Maclean, "T. H. Mathieu," and Dean McLaughlin, to read and dissect today.

"Unhuman Sacrifice" by Katherine MacLean 

After debuting in John W. Campbell's Astounding, "Unhuman Sacrifice" would be reprinted by British geniuses Kingsley Amis and Robert Conquest in their oft-reprinted anthology Spectrum and by that American icon of high brow SF Damon Knight in his own oft-reprinted anthology A Century of Science Fiction.  So here we have a science fiction story that is endorsed by all the smarty smarts of the SF community regardless of their political commitments or geographic locations!  I read MacLean's "The Gambling Hells and The Sinful Girl" recently and enjoyed it so I have every reason to expect that I too can join the lovefest!

It is the future of common interstellar travel, and the human race has explored many systems and discovered many planets.  Our story begins on a planet inhabited by natives with stone-age technology, a planet on which three humans have landed.  We've got two engineers, who manage the vessel, and the man whom they were hired to ferry around the galaxy: a young missionary determined to convert the natives to his religion, which I guess is Christianity, though this is never explicitly declared.  The engineers find the missionary's constant talk about his religion annoying, and fear he is going to cause trouble with the natives with his efforts to convert them.

MacLean's style is good and all the science--the planet's ecosystem, the culture of the natives, and all the futuristic human technology--is well-thought out and interesting and she does a good job describing it.  The plot is replete with ironies and surprises--things are not quite what they seem to any of the human and native characters, nor do things don't turn out the way readers might expect, either.

To put things briefly and in broad terms, the engineers and the missionary initially disagree about everything, but come to agree that the natives perform cruel and unnecessary rituals of torture on a regular basis, at set times of the year, and the humans decide to try to stop these rituals, though they disagree on how to do so.  MacLean also gives us scenes from the point of view of one of the natives, one who is about to be forced to undergo this apparently horrifying ritual, and this guy has wildly inaccurate ideas about the humans and is also largely ignorant of his own people's customs and biology, which is trouble because the three humans learn most of what they know about the natives from this one naive guy.

In their efforts to succor the hapless native, the humans put their lives and their sanity at desperate risk, and, one might argue, make things worse for the native.  Or, perhaps, they actually do help this guy, but in an unintentional and ironic way.  You see, the creatures of this planet, the lower animals as well as the intelligent bipeds, have a remarkable natural life cycle.  Early in life they are animals that move around and eat other animals--the intelligent villagers hunt and fish and build huts and conduct trade and go to war with other tribes and so forth.  But then the rainy season comes, flooding the plains and forests where the animals and villagers live, these creatures, once submerged, metamorphosize into plants, taking root in the soil and losing their intelligence.  The "torture" ritual is the hanging up of young natives in tall trees by the elder natives right before the floods--this keeps the natives from fully metamorphosizing; they become skinny and weak, but don't lose their ability to walk and think.  The humans, cutting down their native friend and trying to get him into their ship, accidentally allow him to be submerged and become a bush--they have, unintentionally, facilitated the completion of the native's natural life cycle, something his culture's traditions for centuries have prevented.  (Seeing his friend become a plant turns one of the engineers into a neurotic obsessive.)

One of several good things about "Unhuman Sacrifice" is that there are no real villains or heroes in the text--all the characters do what they think is best and try to help other people, but their ignorance and prejudices render everything they do of questionable value.  The preacher, the engineers, and the native elders all act with good intentions in trying to master and alter conditions as they find them, but we readers don't necessarily have to agree that the changes they work are for the better.  MacLean's isn't one of those stories in which the religious guy is shown to be a total jackass and the science guys humiliate him with their superiority or one of those anti-imperialist stories with goody goody aliens and evil humans, which is nice, and MacLean cleverly sets the stage for just such a story but delivers something more nuanced and surprising, which adds excitement to the piece, and reinforces its theme of the need for epistemic humility--the characters don't know what is going on with the planet's ecosystem and culture and can't predict what is going to happen, and we readers equally can't predict how the story will turn out.

Pretty good.


"Cargo: Death!" by Les Cole (as by T. H. Mathieu) 

Cole is new to us here at MPorcius Fiction Log.  He has like 18 fiction credits at isfdb, and Merril seems to have recommended three of them.  This one debuted in Future Science Fiction, one of Robert A. W. Lowndes' magazines (Lowndes edited like a dozen magazines) and is like 40 pages long and feels like it is 140 pages long.    

It is the future of interstellar settler-colonialism!  The year 2106! Mankind has discovered and colonized many planets, and our tale begins upon on one such world 683 light years from Earth, a planet upon which humans arrived 20 years ago and which today is home to five human cities with a total of population of 50,000 human inhabitants; there are also 75,000 natives.  The planet is so newly colonized it doesn't even have an official name yet!    

A problem has arisen!  A diminutive creature like a mouse but with a bite that causes instant death to humans!  Our hero Art Hamilton, member of the civil service (this story forces us to endure the whining we are always hearing from government employees that the taxpayers are overworking and underpaying them--boo hoo!) is charged with the mission of returning to Earth to hand over a specimen of the killer mouse to the motherworld's scientists so they can figure out how to exterminate the little monster.  Art embraces this chance to see Earth again and to hit on the beautiful stewardess whom he knows works the ship that will take him back home.

Science fiction stories often base their space ship scenes on the Earth experience of sailing the high seas on a warship or ocean liner, but Cole chooses to base the space ship scenes in "Cargo: Death!" on 20th-century commercial air travel--hence the stewardess.  Art straps in across the aisle from a child and its mother and like a hack comedian groans in fear the kid will cry for the entire two-hour flight.

A lot of this story just feels wrong.  If the frontier planet is only two hours away from the center of human civilization, it doesn't really feel like its on the frontier.  And then there is the relationship between Art and the stewardess.  Sometimes they act as if they are going steady and considering marriage, but other times we get the idea that Art hasn't seen her in months and that she dates lots of other guys--it is all very unclear.  And then there is the fact that the mouse that can kill you with one bite is not kept in some kind of locked metal crate that you need a key or combination to open but instead in a flimsy mesh cage through which the monster may be able to bite people.  Cole indulges in jokes in which people think the monster is adorable and rush to the cage to get a close look and other characters slapstick-fashion physically interpose themselves between vapid human and kawaii beast.    

Anyway, Art is friends with the crew of the star ship that is supposed to take them to Earth in two hours, and they all find time to hang around together and shoot the breeze.  But then a disaster occurs, the atomic power plant failing and the ship coming out of hyperspace in some random spot between Terra and the mouse monster planet.  The sudden return to normal space causes the luggage to shift and the cage holding the instant-death venom rodent cracks open and the mouse escapes, compounding the problems of the captain, who is considering euthanizing everyone on the ship before they starve to death--it looks like the ship doesn't have the small tools ("microtools") aboard that are needed to fix the reactor.  The captain gives Art a hat to wear because this will inspire obedience from the other passengers and Art looks for the mouse with the help of the stewardess.  There's conversation about what to do and a subplot about a passenger with a burst appendix.  In the end, Art catches the mouse and a guy fixes the ship even without microtools and everybody gets to Earth safely.    

There's a lot going on in this story, but none of the individual components is really developed to the point that it is entertaining or interesting--in fact, many end up going unresolved--and all the different elements proceed in parallel rather than synergistically working in tandem to create a compelling story.  It's all just a bunch of barely acceptable stuff--much of it hanging fire or misfiring--cobbled together.  

There's the monster on the loose plot.  It is hinted the mouse is intelligent and has tiny little hands, and I thought this was foreshadowing that the mouse was going to become Art's friend and fix the reactor, but this doesn't actually happen.  Also, after all the talk at the start of the story of the need for a solution to the mouse problem, the story ends on Earth before any Terran scientist has even looked at the mouse.  

There's the love plot between Art and the stewardess; I expected the crisis on the ship to bring these two close together so they can get married, but when the story ends the future of their relationship still seems ambiguous.  As with the mouse, we readers are not granted the catharsis of a conclusion--we have no idea if Art has achieved either of his two goals.  Maybe those issues are resolved in the sequel to "Cargo: Death!", printed later in the year in Future Science Fiction; if so, "Cargo: Death!" should have been advertised as a serial.

There are long passages about the nature of colonization, about the layout of the ship, and about the nature of hyperspace--the strange alien colors and shapes passengers see out the window when the vessel is in hyperspace--that fill up column inches but contribute little to the plot and are not so well-written or so intrinsically fascinating that they make the story more entertaining.  Similarly, there are psychological themes and the author and the characters throw around various psychology terms and claims--e.g., "he suffered from the human failing of deriving more ego gratification from delivering bad news than good" and "the schizophrenic, split-personalitied scene played to its conclusion..." and "Humans grow used to certain sights and continue to see them, even if they no longer exist or are altered" that just waste your time.

There are a bunch of women characters who, I guess, each represent a different aspect of womanhood or course of life women can undertake--one female passenger is brave settler stock and a mother, while another is a self-important upper-middle-class nag, and then of course there is the competent stewardess, a good-looking career gal who could settle down with any of dozens of men who find her gorgeous.  It may also be significant that the mouse is also female and is pregnant.

There are lame jokes, like when in zero-gee, in the dark, Art's hat floats up against the stewardess and at first she thinks he is groping her and then fears it is the venomous mouse crawling on her.  (Does a hat really feel like fingers or a rodent?)  One of the characters is named John Paul Jones and he says "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead," which I guess is a joke about how people in the future will confuse 18th-century American naval officer Jones with 19th-century American naval officer David Farragut.  This kind of junk undermines any tension the escape of the poison mouse or the possibility of being lost in space may have generated.

Why did Merril like this story?  Because some of the female characters are brave and competent?  Or do we have to consider the possibility that Merril was friendly with Cole, who was very active in SF fandom, and this colored her judgment of the "Cargo: Death!"?  Maybe Cole was a great guy, but his story here is long and tedious because it works like half a dozen angles and not one of them goes anywhere and the story lacks any compensatory virtues.  Thumbs down!

"Cargo: Death!" was never reprinted in English, but in 1971 was reprinted in West Germany, the same place where multiple David Hasselhoff records have been certified platinum or gold.

"The Man on the Bottom" by Dean McLaughlin

Some time ago I purchased a 1971 paperback copy of McLaughlin's Dome World and since then it has collected dust on my shelf among a legion of similarly neglected books.  Well, today we read "The Man on the Bottom," which, it appears, was expanded and revised to form the first part of Dome World.  Maybe we'll love "The Man on the Bottom" despite its homosexual porn title and graduate to reading Dome World?  

It is the future of undersea dome cities!  Danial Mason, veteran of service on the Moon (we often hear how weary Earth gravity makes him), is in charge of Wilmington Dome in the South Atlantic, an American dome that mines iron and produces steel and manufactures the hulls of ships and additional domes.  Today he's got trouble!  All the domes have got trouble!  South Africa and the United Americas (capital: Panama) both claim some newly discovered mineral deposits that lay exactly fifty miles from both an American and an African dome and it looks like war is inevitable!  The politicians in Panama order the American domes evacuated and send Navy personnel to take command of each dome, but Mason is confident he should maintain authority over Wilmington and stays, as does his spunky red-headed assistant Jenny, who knows as much about the operation of the dome as Mason does.  Mason is a sort of informal charismatic leader among the dome commanders, and all the other dome commanders follow suit.  You see, Mason has a plan--he knows the domes are vulnerable and will all be destroyed in a war, so a war must be prevented.  As we see in a holographic conversation with the wise black chief who is in charge of one of the South African domes, Mason is buddies with all dome executives, not just the American ones, and the dome leaders no longer see themselves as Americans or Africans but as a new nation.  (I guess we are expected to see this as being like how the thirteen British colonies by the 1770s had come to see themselves as a culture distinct from Great Britain.)  When the war breaks out the domes all declare independence--Mason's security personnel seize the handful of naval personnel in the dome with a minimum of violence.  This ends the war between Panama and Johannesburg, who of course would rather trade with independent dome cities than have ownership of domes that are radioactive ruins.  Text from a history book of the future ends the story, telling us that the domes united in a confederation that becomes a major world power.

This is a pedestrian story.  It is better than Cole's "Cargo: Death!" because, instead of piling on extraneous information and laying the groundwork for payoffs that never come and presenting conflicts that are never resolved, McLaughlin only includes pertinent info and wraps up everything by the end, but "The Man on the Bottom" is still dry and obvious.  So, acceptable, but not exciting.  Presumably Merril liked it because it offered a relatively peaceful solution to great power conflict and presented sympathetic and competent women and black people who work in concert with white men and maybe because of the way military men are humiliated and the heroes eschew violence as much as possible.  She couldn't have chosen it for brilliant writing or memorable images or deep characters or touching human relationships because those things are absent.

"The Man on the Bottom" in its themes reminds me of Robert Heinlein's work.  Heinlein repeatedly depicted wars of independence in the style of the American Revolution, as McLaughlin does here, and Mason in "The Man on the Bottom" stresses that his security personnel shouldn't use "burp guns" in taking over the dome from the Navy, reminding me of how in Tunnel in the Sky the mentor figure tells the kids not to bring firearms to the dangerous alien world.  

Merely acceptable.    

Nobody saw fit to reprint this bland piece of work (unless you count the British edition of Astounding, which included it in a different month's issue), and I have to say the chances of me reading my paperback expansion of it are just about nil.  Nice Paul Lehr cover, though.

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MacLean's is obviously the best of today's three stories, seeing as McLaughlin's is mere filler and Cole's has so many problems I am a little surprised it was published in this form--Lowndes should have demanded a rewrite or rewritten it himself.  I may never read any stories by Cole or McLaughlin again, but I'll keep MacLean in mind.

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Richard Matheson: "The Edge," "The Creeping Terror," "Death Ship," and "The Distributor"

In our last episode we finished up a collection of stories by Robert Silverberg, Dimension Thirteen, and today we finish up a collection of stories by Richard Matheson, Shock!  Back in 2015, at the very dawn of time, we read "Legion of Plotters" and said it was good.  In 2016, as life began to stir, we read "Dance of the Dead" and judged it OK.  In 2018, as man began to use tools, we read "The Splendid Source" and denounced it as a waste of time.  On April 11 of this year, the high modern age, we read "The Children of Noah," "Lemmings," and "Long Distance Call," awarding Matheson two pluses and a minus.  A week later, as society drifted into decadence, we read "Mantage," "One for the Books" and "The Holiday Man," declaring one good, one bad and one merely acceptable.  

That leaves us today, as civilization collapses all around us, with four stories to go, and Matheson at a score of 1 (four pluses, two neutrals and three negatives.)  Matheson is ahead of the game, but a run of bad luck could still find him deep underwater.  Well, let's dig these stories up at the internet archive and make our final determinations.

"The Edge" (1958)

This is a sort of obvious story, and Matheson knows it is obvious, and so does one of those "meta" "recursive" things in which the character in the story remarks to himself that "this thing that is happening to me is like the things that happen in SF magazines all the time."  It is competent, though, so I'm giving it a passing score.  

An executive who lives on Long Island and commutes daily to his Manhattan office is stressed out.  He goes to a restaurant he has never been to before in hopes of relaxing but a stranger joins him unbidden.  This stranger acts like he knows the executive, and he even knows about the exec's college career and military service, where he lives and works, the name of his wife.  The stranger seems to think the harried executive graduated a semester earlier than he really did, however.

Eventually, after a lot of conversation, the protagonist comes to suspect that he has entered a parallel universe much like his own, much like people do in the SF magazines he used to read.  His suspicions are confirmed when he gets home and his wife greets him familiarly but then answers the  phone to find on the other end a man who also claims to be her husband!

"The Edge" debuted in F&SF.  People interested in Matheson's career might find Anthony Boucher's intro to the story of value as Boucher praises Matheson not only effusively but also with some specificity: "Born of Man and Woman" was the second best first story Boucher ever read, and Matheson's speech at a convention (Boucher is not specific, but I think it was the ninth Westercon) was "the most intelligent and moving speech I have ever listened to from a guest of honor--a candid discussion of commercialism and artistic integrity."  "The Edge" has been reprinted many times in many languages.

"The Creeping Terror" AKA "A Touch of Grapefruit" (1959)

isfdb suggests this story made its initial appearance in Frederik Pohl's fifth Star anthology, where it was called "A Touch of Grapefruit."  (Maybe a pun on the phrase attributed to the Corsican Ogre?)  I'm reading it in the 1982 anthology Science Fiction A to Z: A Dictionary of Great Science Fiction Themes, where it appears under the theme "Cities" and the title "A Touch of Grapefruit" but a footnote announces "This was first published under the title The Creeping Terror."  I don't know what is going on here, if somebody someplace made a mistake or if the version of the story in Shock (1961) was revised and the version in Science Fiction A to Z is that 1961 revised version but was printed under the original 1959 title.

This is an annoying joke story in the form of an academic paper, full of joke footnotes, a satire of the powerful influence of the culture of California, specifically Los Angeles, on the rest of the United States, and I guess maybe of the rapid growth in population and geographic size of L.A. in the first half or so of the 20th century.  Citing many sources and offering numerous block quotes, the writer describes how citrus trees sprung up fully grown in the Midwest, how smog spread east to skies all over the nation, and how people all over America began to dress skimpily and became fascinated with show business, automobiles, and going to the beach.  The Northeastern states resist this creeping Californification, to limited effect.

An irritating waste of time.  Thumbs down, but I will admit that this might, perhaps, be a useful document for historians of Los Angeles, a sort of window into public perceptions of the city we call La La La Land; it is perhaps noteworthy that Matheson spent his youth in New Jersey and New York, and Pohl was also a New Yorker.

See, I don't always cherry pick the good covers to post on the blog

"Death Ship" (1953)

"Death Ship" was made into an episode of The Twilight Zone which I don't remember seeing, though I probably did.  The story is well-written, but the ending is a little disappointing.

Matheson draws the story out with lots of visual and psychological details, but the plot is simple.  Three men crew a ship that is exploring the galaxy for habitable planets.  Intelligent alien life has never been discovered, so the men are very excited to see what is likely a space ship on the surface of a planet.  At close range, sadly, it turns out to be a crashed ship, totally wrecked, and, closer still, to be an Earth ship.  Inside, they realize that the crashed ship is their own--the cockpit is occupied by their own dead bodies!

The men come up with various theories as to what is going on.  Could it be they are seeing their own future, that they are doomed to die in a crash?  Are they in some alternate universe?  Is the crashed vessel and its disturbing contents some kind of illusion conjured up by aliens who hope to scare them off?

All those theories are sort of interesting science fiction ideas, but it seems that Matheson's answer to the question of what the hell is going on is a supernatural one--the last sentence of the story, a line of dialogue uttered by one of the characters, refers to "the Flying Dutchman," and I guess we are expected to think the ship crashed and the men were killed and they--and the ship--are ghosts.

I don't find ghosts very interesting, and a ghost ship makes even less sense than a ghost person (if you believe in an immortal soul you can say the ghost is a soul divorced from its body, but who thinks a rocket ship has an immortal soul?) and ghosts feel out of place in a story that you are led to believe is "realistic" science fiction.  

(Thinking back to "Lemmings" and "Long Distance Call," a theme in Matheson's work seems to be that life is inexplicable chaos; Matheson comes up with disturbing horror scenarios and feels no need to supply a plausible explanation for why the terrible thing is happening, or any explanation at all, even suggesting that a lack of explanation makes the story more scary.  Personally, I like explanations; maybe I'm one of those "positivists.")   

"Death Ship" debuted in an issue of Fantastic Story which reprints 1940s stories by Leigh Brackett and by Henry Kuttner that I think I have never read.  Maybe I'll read them soon.  "Death Ship" has been reprinted many times in Matheson collections as well as anthologies, some with a time travel theme.  (Wait, do Harry Turtledove, Martin H. Greenberg and the Vandermeers think this is a time travel story and not a ghost story?  Are there different versions of this story with different endings floating around like the different versions of David Gerrold's Yesterday's Children / Starhunt?)  

"The Distributor" (1958)

isfdb calls "The Distributor" "non-genre," and it appeared first in Playboy.  We've actually already read a story from this issue of our most prestigious skin rag, the groaningly lame "Hickory, Dickory, Kerouac" by Richard Gehman, one of Judith Merril's favorite stories (she included it in her SF: Best of the Best anthology.)  Speaking of favorite stories, "The Distributor" is the favorite horror story of F. Paul Wilson, a famous and important guy I know very little about--Wilson introduces "The Distributor" in the 2000 anthology My Favorite Horror Story.  Besides scads of Matheson collections, you can also find "The Distributor" in one of those Alfred Hitchcock branded anthologies and Playboy anthologies

"The Distributor" is an emotionlessly retailed catalog of more or less realistic misdemeanors and atrocities set in a suburb; the motivations of the perpetrator of the crimes is mysterious, and I am not sure what the point of the story is, other than to remind us of how vulnerable we all are to clever evil people and to reiterate the standard criticisms of suburbanites, that they are racist and hypocritical and houseproud and overly suspicious of each other and whatever.

A guy moves into a suburban neighborhood and launches a carefully orchestrated one-man campaign to sow dissension, trigger suicide and instigate murder among the inhabitants, a campaign consisting of a mind-numbing number of concurrent and sometimes complex operations.  He sabotages a guy's garden and makes it look like someone else did it.  He drugs a woman and rapes her.  He drugs a woman and takes nude photos of her for use in blackmail.  He shoots a dog and makes it look like a kid did it.  He has pornographic materials mailed to some Christian.  He makes a woman suspect her husband is cheating on her.  He shocks a woman with a weak heart so she has a heart attack.  He paints a racial slur on one guy's house, makes a bigot think his neighbor is an African-American who has been passing for white.  When a woman suspects he is the source of all the recent trouble he wins her sympathy by claiming he is a Holocaust survivor.  And on and on.  Having ruined the lives of everybody in the neighborhood, he leaves; the story has no real climax or resolution, no emotional highs and lows, it is just a straight line from point A to point B.

Stories about crime often seek to entertain the reader by providing a cathartic narrative that culminates in the achievement of justice.  We witness people misbehaving, and then witness them being punished, and are relieved to see justice done and order restored.  Crime stories that seek to be "sophisticated" or shocking or subversive will flip the script a little, will suggest that it is society that is unjust and portray the criminal as the hero, as the one who is satisfying justice by breaking the rules and punishing the corrupt establishment, but such a story is still essentially about righting wrongs.  "The Distributor" doesn't provide that catharsis or sense of justice--the perpetrator of the crimes is never punished, and (at least some of) the suburbanites who get killed or otherwise injured don't seem bad enough to deserve the horrible "punishment" they suffer.

Crime stories often seek to entertain by thrilling the reader, by manipulating his emotions with scenes of suspense born of uncertainty--will the victim survive the attack? will the detective sneaking around the villains' lair be discovered? will help arrive in time? who is the killer?--and disgusting or titillating scenes of sex and violence.  Matheson does a little of that here, with the scene in which the distributor throws somebody of his trail with his Dachau story, and with the scenes of the protagonist sexually abusing women, but most parts of the story, and even these scenes for the most part, are told in a cold-blooded manner that does little to excite the reader, and as for all the many schemes of the main character, we always assume they will work like clockwork, and they do, so there is no suspense.

In "Death Ship" we saw Matheson present a science-fiction scenario and several more or less believable explanations for the scenario and then reject those explanations in favor of a supernatural explanation that was an homage to a centuries-old ghost story; "Death Ship" is perhaps a story about SF stories, an effort on Matheson's part to undermine the science focus of so many traditional SF stories, to argue that "science can't explain everything, you nerds" (the last paragraph of the story does actually include a sarcastic reference to "progress.")  Maybe you think that is clever and profound, and maybe you think that is lazy, that Matheson just stole the plot of the Flying Dutchman story and then prettied up his rewrite with some effective psychological scenes and science-fiction images.

Similarly, perhaps "The Distributor" is a comment on crime stories.  As he dismissed the speculative science elements of a traditional science fiction story in "Death Ship," maybe in "The Distributor" Matheson is dismissing the traditional core elements of the crime story--suspense and justice--to either point out how vacuous they are, or, out of sheer laziness so he can focus on the mechanical aspects of the crime story, coming up with complex crimes that would be difficult for people to escape or to solve.  (I am resisting the idea that the distributor is the Devil, which would be as lame as having the ship in "Death Ship" be The Flying Dutchman.) 

Alright, having drafted the above, let's consult two secondary sources and see why I am all wrong about "The Distributor."  A scan of My Favorite Horror Story is available at the internet archive, so I read F. Paul Wilson's one and a half page intro.  Unfortunately, this is mostly Wilson's literary autobiography; of "The Distributor" he just says it "blew him away" and he will never forget it.  I'm sure Matheson liked hearing that, but it doesn't help me any.

I own a copy of Matheson's Collected Stories: Volume Two (2005) and "The Distributor" is in there, so I read the author's afterword to the tale.  Matheson says he worked very hard on this one, and I can believe that--there are many characters and many moving parts and they all interact logically, even if they add up to very little emotionally.  Matheson suggests that the point of his story is the banality of evil, how evil is not necessarily loud and flashy but can sneak up on you, how evil is inexplicable; Matheson tells us he deliberately made the distributor's motivations and origin a mystery, that the villain in the story doesn't represent the Devil or anything like that.  Most interestingly, Matheson says he based the distributor on Brother Theodore, whom he knew, and that the actor described in detail to Matheson his ordeal in Dachau.  Before I moved to New York, I was a devoted fan of David Letterman and saw Brother Theodore multiple times on Late Night, and today I think of him for the first time in like 30 years.

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Earlier I made a big deal out of tallying a score for Shock! and now I am regretting it because I am having trouble scoring "Death Ship" and "The Distributor."  As I have been saying, I am unhappy with the ending of "Death Ship," but Matheson does a good job with the science fiction trappings and the psychological stuff, so I'll give "Death Ship" a plus.  "The Distributor" is the worse story--flat, monotonous, lacking in motivation, character, suspense and with a point that is mysterious or just annoying--but I can't say it is bad because it does seem very purposeful and it did force me to think about it, so I'll give it a neutral passing vote.  So, if Matheson came in with a +1 today, then suffered a loss with "The Creeping Terror" AKA "Touch of Grapefruit," but then earned a plus with "Death Ship," I guess we end up above water at +1 and can recommend Shock! as a collection.

Will we be reading Shock 3 someday?  (We've already got Shock 2 under our belts.)  It could happen!  But not this week.

(Maybe now I can stop singing "Shock the Monkey" to myself.)

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Richard Matheson: "Mantage," "One for the Books" and "The Holiday Man"

After spending some quality time in the year 1980 with Barry Malzberg, Felix Gotschalk and Harlan Ellison, let's go back...back...back...to the 1950s and hang out with the guy who wrote Steven Spielberg's best movie as well as Vincent Price's best movie, Richard Matheson.  On April 11 we started reading Matheson's 1961 oft-reprinted collection Shock!; let's read three more stories from that volume today (we're reading the original versions of these stories via the sorcery of the internet archive, world's greatest website.)

"Mantage" (1959)

"Mantage" debuted in Science Fiction Showcase, a hardcover anthology edited by Mary Kornbluth.  Fred Pohl got her the job editing the anthology after her husband Cyril died of a heart attack in 1958; as Pohl tells it, Kornbluth's heart was worn out during his World War II service and the man ignored doctor's orders to stop smoking, drinking, and eating salty food.  As an active SF fan, Mary Kornbluth was qualified to edit an anthology, and Science Fiction Showcase went through multiple editions, but for some reason she didn't go on to edit any more.  (I got all this info from three autobiographical posts at Pohl's blog which focus on his relationship with the Kornbluths, Cyril Kornbluth's death and cremation, and the genesis of Science Fiction Showcase.  (Links: One Two Three.)  Pohl sort of portrays himself as a hero in these memoirs, putting himself out to save the dysfunctional Kornbluths from themselves, and there is some evidence Mary Kornbluth found this kind of thing annoying.  (Link to some evidence.)) 

Enough with the SF gossip.  "Mantage" is what isfdb calls a novelette, and is like 24 pages in Science Fiction Showcase, a scan of which I am reading.  I sighed when I realized the story was about Hollywood; I'm kind of sick of Los Angeles stories.  (I am always glad when a story is about New York.)

"Mantage" is a total bore, even though it does take place partly in Manhattan.  A writer guy sees a movie about a writer guy, and laments that real life isn't like a motion picture, that you can't rush through the ten years of hard work it takes to become a successful writer in a 30-second montage of brief shots of clocks, cigarette butts, and a guy at a typewriter, but have to live every boring or arduous second.  That night, looking in the mirror, he wishes life was more like the movies.  

We kind of know what is going to happen, but, regardless, Matheson inflicts on us a long tedious mainstream narrative of the writer achieving literary success and getting married and taking a ten-week trip to La La Land to write a screenplay based on his novel where he gets involved in a love triangle with a sexy secretary and a sexy actress and thus jeopardizes his marriage but then his wife takes him back blah, blah, blah.  The gimmick that is supposed to make this cliched goop tolerable is that we read it in a series of brief scenes and--dun dun dun--the writer is also experiencing this stuff, his own life, as a series of brief scenes!  He can only remember the significant high points, not the quiet days of hard work, so it feels like his life is passing by in an hour and a half!  He can't recall swearing, he can't recall having sex--his memories of intimate moments with a woman fade to black before she disrobes, you know, just like in a Hollywood movie!  Suddenly his kids are grown without him having witnessed their formative years, suddenly his wife is old without his having appreciated their time together, suddenly he is dying--and he sees the words "THE END" floating before him!

The gimmick is dumb, the plot is sleep-inducing, there is no tension or surprise, and the story is three or four times as long as it need be.  Thumbs down! 

Besides in Matheson collections, after its debut "Mantage" would show up in a few anthologies, including Peter Haining's The Hollywood Nightmare.    

The Hollywood Nightmare has an introduction by fan favorite Christopher Lee

"One for the Books" (1955)

This is an OK story, maybe too long at 14 pages.  An uneducated 59-year-old man works at a university as a janitor.  One morning, he wakes up speaking French.  He can barely control his own speech, French phrases just come right out, almost of their own accord.

Yesterday he worked in the French department, and today his work brings him to other departments, and soon he has an encyclopedic knowledge of many subjects, and will reel off facts and figures and quotes from books autonomically, in response to questions.  He can't manipulate or even really understand this knowledge, he is like a machine, regurgitating words in a monotone when prompted by outside stimuli.

Matheson provides readers many scenes in which the janitor's wife and friends respond with alarm to stuff the janitor says, and we also get many examples of the kind of trivia the janitor now "knows."  The middle of the story thus feels repetitive.  In the final third of the story, assembled college professors rapid fire many questions at the janitor, testing his knowledge, but never think to figure out how this happened to the guy, 

But then we find out how.  An alien space craft appears and sucks the information right out of the janitor's brain, leaving him a blank slate without memory, a man unable to talk or recognize his own name.  We get a superfluous denouement that undermines the shock ending of the tale in which we learn that a year or so later he has learned to speak again.

I would have preferred a story in which a working-class man suddenly has access to vast knowledge and uses this unique resource to become president or a crime boss or a messianic figure or whatever, and faces moral dilemmas and/or undergoes a radical change in values and personality or something--you know, a story in which a character makes decisions and changes, a story which speculates about life and society.  I guess that would be a real science fiction story or a mainstream story--here we just have a horror story in which a guy doesn't act but is merely acted upon by inexplicable forces and suffers.  Oh, well.

We're judging "One for the Books" merely acceptable.  After its initial appearance in Galaxy, "One for the Books" would see print again in several Matheson collections and a few anthologies, including Untravelled Worlds, which looks like a text book inflicted upon British schoolkids.  

"The Holiday Man" (1957)

"The Holiday Man" debuted in the same issue of F&SF which contains one of the better of Chad Oliver's stories about how much better a primitive life is than a modern one, "The Wind Blows Free," as well as stories by Poul Anderson and Avram Davidson we should check out sometime.  It has been reprinted in anthologies like Robert Potter's Tales of Mystery and the Unknown and a book of stories from F&SF, and of course a pile of Matheson collections.

A man is very reluctant to go to work, but his callous wife tells him he must go, nobody else can do his job.  He walks to the station, rides the train to the city, wastes time in a bar not drinking his beer, then sneaks into his office late.  He lays down on a couch and writhes and screams for hours.  Then he gets up, writes notes on a sheet of paper, delivers the paper to his boss.  It seems that this dude goes into some kind of trance and can see everyone who will die the next day or something like that, that he watches them as they expire, be it peacefully in bed or horribly in a fire.  He works for a newspaper and they print his predictions.  It is sort of implied that this is prediction is done only for holidays, or maybe the prediction for holidays is particularly interesting to the public.

This story felt a little oblique when I read it, but I own a withdrawn library copy of Richard Matheson: Collected Stories Volume Two and took a gander at the little afterword to the story therein, to find Matheson confirming that newspapers, in the Fifties at least (I was born in 1971), would regularly predict how many people would die on each holiday, something I don't know that I have ever heard of before.

"The Holiday Man" is well-written, economical, engaging, and successful in setting a mood, and of course I like the theme of being in a difficult marriage and having to commute to an office job you find humiliating or debilitating (you know, like in the unacknowledged classic masterpiece The Kinks Present a Soap Opera), so thumbs up.


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Well, we've got a balanced mix here, one long and tedious story, one acceptable story, and one short and effective story.  So a score for today of zero.  The last installment had two pluses and two minuses, so also a zero.  So we are over halfway through Shock! and it's a wash; well, with six stories to go, Matheson has a chance to achieve liftoff or sink into the abyss.

We'll spend our next episode in the 1950s, so stay tuned if that is your thing.