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Science Fiction Weekly, v. 1, issue 3, April 1, 1940
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Science Fiction Weekly THE NATIONAL FAN REVIEW Published every Monday at 2574 Bedford Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. Volume One, Number Eight; Whole Number Eight. April 7, 1940. Five cents per single copy; three issues for ten cents; eight issues for twenty-five cents. We will exchange with any other fan magazine. On advertising: full page ads cost seventy-five cents; each time such ad is received, an extra page of reading matter is guaranteed. We will also accept quarter-page exchange ads, same to be published as soon as three others are to hand; an extra page of reading matter guaranteed in this case also. The pages of this magazine are open at all times to orderly rebuttals on any statement or statements appearing herein. Any statement or statements made in signed features are the opinions of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the views of the editor. Editor - in - Chief Robert W. Lowndes Associates Dick Wilson Chet Cohen Leslie Perri THEIR OWN PETARD by H. C. KOENIG From "Still Water" in Spaceways, Volume 2, Number 3: "In one corner of the room, seated on a creaky chair of questionable antiquity, sat a very old man. Emancipated [sic] beyond belief, only the smouldering light of insane knowledge within his eyes bespoke any sign of life." (Emancipated beyond belief. That's carrying manumission just a little too far, isn't it, Sam? But I do love to look at these emancipated men; they always look so fat and well-fed, oh what?) From "Why Critics Get Dyspepsia" in Science Fiction Collector, Volume 5, No. 3: "Contemplating the gloomy state of affairs under which weird fiction labors today, one feels tempted to let out a squawk of disgust, etc., etc., - - etc., --- as nauseatum [sic]." (The critic ? and squawker is one Peter Duncan. I don't known who Peter Duncan is; I don't want to know him. And, frankly, if I never hear of him again it will be at least ten years too soon. Every reader has a right to criticize, provided he or she keeps within the bounds of decency. But Duncan apparently doesn't know the meaning of the word decency. I have no complaint to make regarding his criticisms of Quinn, Moore, and Merritt; he is entitled to his own opinions. But his paragraphs on the Howard suicide are about the lowest, meanest, most despicable and contemptible paragraphs it's ever been my misfortune to read. Any other writer, I am sure, would be ashamed to have written them. And, for having written them, Critic ? Duncan should be blacklisted by every decent fan magazine. And editor Baltadonis should be censured for accepting and printing the article. I note in an issue of the Collector Critic ? Duncann writes: "You could have knocked me over with a baseball bat when I saw that piece on weirdom in the Collector." There's an idea for someone. I understand the article was at least three years old. Too bad it was not allowed to remain covered with dust. Or immersed in a bottle of strong disinfectant. Here's wishing you, Mr Duncan, bigger and better attacks of dyspepsia.) WOLLHEIM CRASHES UNKNOWN Tower, April 5: One of the swiftest acceptances on the records was effected recently when a short-short story by Donald A. Wollheim's [sic] "The Haters", was submitted to editor Campbell, of Unknown, Wollheim's agent, Robert W. Lowndes, revealed today. "It's one of the flash-flash surprises that one finds every now and then in the writing game" remarked Don, upon gearing [sic] the good news. SAARI RETURNS TO STF Tower, April 5: Oliver Saari, fan of some years standing, who had several short tales in the Tremaine Astounding will soon return to science fiction with a couple of yarns in Super Science Stories, his agent, Doc Lowndes, says.
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Science Fiction Weekly THE NATIONAL FAN REVIEW Published every Monday at 2574 Bedford Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. Volume One, Number Eight; Whole Number Eight. April 7, 1940. Five cents per single copy; three issues for ten cents; eight issues for twenty-five cents. We will exchange with any other fan magazine. On advertising: full page ads cost seventy-five cents; each time such ad is received, an extra page of reading matter is guaranteed. We will also accept quarter-page exchange ads, same to be published as soon as three others are to hand; an extra page of reading matter guaranteed in this case also. The pages of this magazine are open at all times to orderly rebuttals on any statement or statements appearing herein. Any statement or statements made in signed features are the opinions of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the views of the editor. Editor - in - Chief Robert W. Lowndes Associates Dick Wilson Chet Cohen Leslie Perri THEIR OWN PETARD by H. C. KOENIG From "Still Water" in Spaceways, Volume 2, Number 3: "In one corner of the room, seated on a creaky chair of questionable antiquity, sat a very old man. Emancipated [sic] beyond belief, only the smouldering light of insane knowledge within his eyes bespoke any sign of life." (Emancipated beyond belief. That's carrying manumission just a little too far, isn't it, Sam? But I do love to look at these emancipated men; they always look so fat and well-fed, oh what?) From "Why Critics Get Dyspepsia" in Science Fiction Collector, Volume 5, No. 3: "Contemplating the gloomy state of affairs under which weird fiction labors today, one feels tempted to let out a squawk of disgust, etc., etc., - - etc., --- as nauseatum [sic]." (The critic ? and squawker is one Peter Duncan. I don't known who Peter Duncan is; I don't want to know him. And, frankly, if I never hear of him again it will be at least ten years too soon. Every reader has a right to criticize, provided he or she keeps within the bounds of decency. But Duncan apparently doesn't know the meaning of the word decency. I have no complaint to make regarding his criticisms of Quinn, Moore, and Merritt; he is entitled to his own opinions. But his paragraphs on the Howard suicide are about the lowest, meanest, most despicable and contemptible paragraphs it's ever been my misfortune to read. Any other writer, I am sure, would be ashamed to have written them. And, for having written them, Critic ? Duncan should be blacklisted by every decent fan magazine. And editor Baltadonis should be censured for accepting and printing the article. I note in an issue of the Collector Critic ? Duncann writes: "You could have knocked me over with a baseball bat when I saw that piece on weirdom in the Collector." There's an idea for someone. I understand the article was at least three years old. Too bad it was not allowed to remain covered with dust. Or immersed in a bottle of strong disinfectant. Here's wishing you, Mr Duncan, bigger and better attacks of dyspepsia.) WOLLHEIM CRASHES UNKNOWN Tower, April 5: One of the swiftest acceptances on the records was effected recently when a short-short story by Donald A. Wollheim's [sic] "The Haters", was submitted to editor Campbell, of Unknown, Wollheim's agent, Robert W. Lowndes, revealed today. "It's one of the flash-flash surprises that one finds every now and then in the writing game" remarked Don, upon gearing [sic] the good news. SAARI RETURNS TO STF Tower, April 5: Oliver Saari, fan of some years standing, who had several short tales in the Tremaine Astounding will soon return to science fiction with a couple of yarns in Super Science Stories, his agent, Doc Lowndes, says.
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