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Fantasite, v. 2, issue 3, whole no. 9, August-September 1942
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do, and New Mexico cannot touch him while he lies in the Arizona section of the room, safe from them, until a rainstorm tears the shack from the earth, hurling it to the north and to the east! November "THE HYPNOTIC SIGNS" by Edgar Dayton Price. 5 pp. A comically humorous and fanciful tale of an "emulsion of cerebellum" that "would carry auto-suggestions". "I've originated a substitute for traveling men in the form of hypnotic signs which may be sent by mail and which will bring the orders every time. Bits of tin they are, loaded with a hypnotic message." December "The Curse of Confucius" by Charles A. Beck. 8 pp. Believe in superstitions if you like, or take certain extraordinary happenings as coincidences. The story itself carries the best answer: "If you would look for bad luck, you would surely find it; and if you would look for good luck, you would surely find it. It was only a question of being able to make you look hard enough for it. Bad things as well as good things happen every day. The pessimist sees all that is bad; the optimist all that is good." The only fault I can see is that both optimist and pessimist, as the author pictures them, seem to be slightly blind in one eye! "A RULE THAT WORKED BOTH WAYS" by Octavia Zollicoffer Bond. 7 1/2 pp. Professor Paul Xavier has succeeded in "rendering apparent to the natural eye the ordinarily invisible spiritual bodies which are everywhere about us." He is certain that in one more day he will be prepared "to state positively that living flesh forms...can be made to pass quickly into impalpable elements", and he will soon have wealth, fame, and the hand of the one woman who has "enchained" his heart. But the Widow Lanier accepts, instead, the proposal of his rival suitor, so the disappointed Professor Xavier uses his last discovery on himself. Before their incredulous eyes he vanishes altogether, without leaving a trace behind "unless it were the slightly scorched mark on the rug where he had stood." "When the Laurel Blooms" by Lewis Francis Hanes. 3 pp. This is almost a prose poem. I liked in particular the following sentence: "All through the forest the myriad faces of the arbutus twinkled like a starry carpet, and azalea buds showed just a dream of flame." ------------------------------------ 000000000000000000000 ------------------------------------- THE FANTASY CRITIC is the newest fan magazine to appear on the horizon, but it definitely insists on not being considered on a level with nine-tenths of its fellow-newcomers of this year. Far from being a hastily-thrown-together hodge-podge of the inept efforts of bright-eyed fourteen-year-olds to inflict their practice attempts at using the English language upon you long-suffering fans, The Fantasy Critic is a journal of opinion on all serious matters pertaining to fantasy fiction in all its branches. Its appeal is to the intelligent fan who realizes that science-fiction and weird fiction are forms of literature of sufficient importance to their readers, if not to human culture as well, to merit a little intellectual discussion. The Fantasy Critic is an FAPA publication but may be obtained by non-FAPA members @ 10c a copy, or 3 for 25c, from Samuel D. Russell, 3236 Clinton Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota. It appears quarterly, and the September issue is not out.
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do, and New Mexico cannot touch him while he lies in the Arizona section of the room, safe from them, until a rainstorm tears the shack from the earth, hurling it to the north and to the east! November "THE HYPNOTIC SIGNS" by Edgar Dayton Price. 5 pp. A comically humorous and fanciful tale of an "emulsion of cerebellum" that "would carry auto-suggestions". "I've originated a substitute for traveling men in the form of hypnotic signs which may be sent by mail and which will bring the orders every time. Bits of tin they are, loaded with a hypnotic message." December "The Curse of Confucius" by Charles A. Beck. 8 pp. Believe in superstitions if you like, or take certain extraordinary happenings as coincidences. The story itself carries the best answer: "If you would look for bad luck, you would surely find it; and if you would look for good luck, you would surely find it. It was only a question of being able to make you look hard enough for it. Bad things as well as good things happen every day. The pessimist sees all that is bad; the optimist all that is good." The only fault I can see is that both optimist and pessimist, as the author pictures them, seem to be slightly blind in one eye! "A RULE THAT WORKED BOTH WAYS" by Octavia Zollicoffer Bond. 7 1/2 pp. Professor Paul Xavier has succeeded in "rendering apparent to the natural eye the ordinarily invisible spiritual bodies which are everywhere about us." He is certain that in one more day he will be prepared "to state positively that living flesh forms...can be made to pass quickly into impalpable elements", and he will soon have wealth, fame, and the hand of the one woman who has "enchained" his heart. But the Widow Lanier accepts, instead, the proposal of his rival suitor, so the disappointed Professor Xavier uses his last discovery on himself. Before their incredulous eyes he vanishes altogether, without leaving a trace behind "unless it were the slightly scorched mark on the rug where he had stood." "When the Laurel Blooms" by Lewis Francis Hanes. 3 pp. This is almost a prose poem. I liked in particular the following sentence: "All through the forest the myriad faces of the arbutus twinkled like a starry carpet, and azalea buds showed just a dream of flame." ------------------------------------ 000000000000000000000 ------------------------------------- THE FANTASY CRITIC is the newest fan magazine to appear on the horizon, but it definitely insists on not being considered on a level with nine-tenths of its fellow-newcomers of this year. Far from being a hastily-thrown-together hodge-podge of the inept efforts of bright-eyed fourteen-year-olds to inflict their practice attempts at using the English language upon you long-suffering fans, The Fantasy Critic is a journal of opinion on all serious matters pertaining to fantasy fiction in all its branches. Its appeal is to the intelligent fan who realizes that science-fiction and weird fiction are forms of literature of sufficient importance to their readers, if not to human culture as well, to merit a little intellectual discussion. The Fantasy Critic is an FAPA publication but may be obtained by non-FAPA members @ 10c a copy, or 3 for 25c, from Samuel D. Russell, 3236 Clinton Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota. It appears quarterly, and the September issue is not out.
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