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Alchemist, v. 2, issue 1, Autumn 1946
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that out, this takes place in Southern California) it was a sunny evening (now I'm confused--the locale isn't Alaska!) anyway, it was sometime during the day or nite (gotta be this or that), a new fanmag hadn't arrived for the past 4 hours, lunch was over, I'd listened to the radio and had my afternoon nap, the druggist had phoned and said there was nothing new on the stand but Astounding, I was only 800 letters behind in my correspondence, and my dinner date with Hedy wasn't till 8, so I said to myself, "Fj (that's what I call myself when I'm alone) ((that's what I always call myself)) why not break down, why not give in to this wicked whim this wild impulse--just once--and read one of your books? It might not be so bad as you imagine." Instantly I regretted my rash decision, but the die was cast, and it was snake eye (a gambling term, or so I am reliably informed by Chas. Burbee). So I fingered thru the 1300 titles (this part is hard fact, hard as it may be to believe) and picked up the last one I came to: "Lazarus #7" by Richard Sale. It was a swell story, but it was not science fiction. Another Gay Deceiver! The time may well not be far off when bibliophiles will eye their vast collections with suspicious eyes and think, "Now I wonder....this 'Moon Pool' by Merritt, why it might be merely a love romance. Stapledon's 'Star Maker'--do you suppose that could be the talent scout story that was filmed with Bing Crosby? 'The Doll' by Blackwood----could be about a gunman's mole[[?]]. 'Sugar in the
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that out, this takes place in Southern California) it was a sunny evening (now I'm confused--the locale isn't Alaska!) anyway, it was sometime during the day or nite (gotta be this or that), a new fanmag hadn't arrived for the past 4 hours, lunch was over, I'd listened to the radio and had my afternoon nap, the druggist had phoned and said there was nothing new on the stand but Astounding, I was only 800 letters behind in my correspondence, and my dinner date with Hedy wasn't till 8, so I said to myself, "Fj (that's what I call myself when I'm alone) ((that's what I always call myself)) why not break down, why not give in to this wicked whim this wild impulse--just once--and read one of your books? It might not be so bad as you imagine." Instantly I regretted my rash decision, but the die was cast, and it was snake eye (a gambling term, or so I am reliably informed by Chas. Burbee). So I fingered thru the 1300 titles (this part is hard fact, hard as it may be to believe) and picked up the last one I came to: "Lazarus #7" by Richard Sale. It was a swell story, but it was not science fiction. Another Gay Deceiver! The time may well not be far off when bibliophiles will eye their vast collections with suspicious eyes and think, "Now I wonder....this 'Moon Pool' by Merritt, why it might be merely a love romance. Stapledon's 'Star Maker'--do you suppose that could be the talent scout story that was filmed with Bing Crosby? 'The Doll' by Blackwood----could be about a gunman's mole[[?]]. 'Sugar in the
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