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good living conditions for all, better education, tolerance, and the incompetancy of this government swirling about in my mind. This gentleman proved to be Eddy "Red" Chamberlain. Ackerman tapped me gently on the shoulder. I spun about. "Comrade!" I shouted. "Er, excuse me--this Chamberlain--" I started to explain. "Would you be interested in sending a magazine overseas. This latest Astounding you may send to Gus Willmorth, our Ex-Director, for only two-bits, Eh?" "Why, sure!" I said, feeling a great warmth suffuse my being for this poor Ex-Director, way across the ocean, and unable to be with these enjoyable, if screwy people. ((Gad, what an understatement)) I pulled out my wallet, reached into it, and-- Six people ((I was under the impression they were flen)) rushed across the room, knocked me down in the scramble, and fought madly over the wallet. "I saw him first!" screamed one of my attackers, tramping heavily on another's toes. "What's Fantasite ((or Chanticleer)) got that Fan Slants hasn't got?" bellowed one chap. "Line forms at the right," interjected another individual. These, I later discovered, were the LASFS fan mag publishers. When they allowed me to arise from the floor, I found that I was now in possession of subscriptions to twelve different magazines. But why go on? Suffice it to say that in some insidious manner I was absorbed by this group. ((Osmosis?)) Perhaps it was that some malignant emanation from the walls of the room had broken down my resistance. At any rate, I am now hopelessly entangled with this organization. "De Profundis, Ad Astra!" * MR. MIRAKEL - a book review. "Mr. Mirakel" is another of those matter-of-fact fantasies that seem to be so popular with modern novelists. It is somewhat like "Grand Canyon", and then a bit like "Fortress in the Skies", but it is always "Mr. Mirakel", a unique and different Utopia yarn. "Mr. Mirakel", a strange, shadowy, but very mortal person of unknown background, is probably the richest man in the world. People have intrinsic trust and blind faith in him. Once you've met Mr. Mirakel, you are inclined to do his slightest bidding without any forebodings of evil, no matter how strange and unusual the request, or favor asked, may be. His one great enjoyment is taking war-weary people to his "land of Mirakel", a strange, but wonderful place of saluorious climate. In "Mirakel" there are no connections with the outside world, except Mr. Mirakel's radio and other apparatus. Talk of war is strictly forbidden and Mr. Mirakel asks you not to try ascertaining the location of "Mirakel". One pays no money for the luxuries of "Mirakel", and to desire is to have, if it is within reason. What happens when a group of people sojourn in "Mirakel" is best left untold until you peruse the volume yourself. Don't expect a gadget story, or the type of Utopia story you've been used to reading, for it's a different, charmingly simple tale. I have two faults to find with this book. Firstly, the author takes too long to get to the 'meat' of the novel. Secondly, the author's explanation of the reasons for 'the catastrophe' are vague, unconvincing, and, I believe, scientifically inaccurate. Book I merely gathers the characters together, preparatory to their trip to "Mirakel", and is utterly devoid of fantasy, except a brief incident in which a super movie device is used Despite these faults the book warrants a perusal. Do not expect a super-dooper science-fiction novel. But you can expect a tale well worth the 3 hours you will spend reading it. Incidentally, the book is by E. Phillips Oppenheim and it was published late in '43. Chan T. Cleer
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good living conditions for all, better education, tolerance, and the incompetancy of this government swirling about in my mind. This gentleman proved to be Eddy "Red" Chamberlain. Ackerman tapped me gently on the shoulder. I spun about. "Comrade!" I shouted. "Er, excuse me--this Chamberlain--" I started to explain. "Would you be interested in sending a magazine overseas. This latest Astounding you may send to Gus Willmorth, our Ex-Director, for only two-bits, Eh?" "Why, sure!" I said, feeling a great warmth suffuse my being for this poor Ex-Director, way across the ocean, and unable to be with these enjoyable, if screwy people. ((Gad, what an understatement)) I pulled out my wallet, reached into it, and-- Six people ((I was under the impression they were flen)) rushed across the room, knocked me down in the scramble, and fought madly over the wallet. "I saw him first!" screamed one of my attackers, tramping heavily on another's toes. "What's Fantasite ((or Chanticleer)) got that Fan Slants hasn't got?" bellowed one chap. "Line forms at the right," interjected another individual. These, I later discovered, were the LASFS fan mag publishers. When they allowed me to arise from the floor, I found that I was now in possession of subscriptions to twelve different magazines. But why go on? Suffice it to say that in some insidious manner I was absorbed by this group. ((Osmosis?)) Perhaps it was that some malignant emanation from the walls of the room had broken down my resistance. At any rate, I am now hopelessly entangled with this organization. "De Profundis, Ad Astra!" * MR. MIRAKEL - a book review. "Mr. Mirakel" is another of those matter-of-fact fantasies that seem to be so popular with modern novelists. It is somewhat like "Grand Canyon", and then a bit like "Fortress in the Skies", but it is always "Mr. Mirakel", a unique and different Utopia yarn. "Mr. Mirakel", a strange, shadowy, but very mortal person of unknown background, is probably the richest man in the world. People have intrinsic trust and blind faith in him. Once you've met Mr. Mirakel, you are inclined to do his slightest bidding without any forebodings of evil, no matter how strange and unusual the request, or favor asked, may be. His one great enjoyment is taking war-weary people to his "land of Mirakel", a strange, but wonderful place of saluorious climate. In "Mirakel" there are no connections with the outside world, except Mr. Mirakel's radio and other apparatus. Talk of war is strictly forbidden and Mr. Mirakel asks you not to try ascertaining the location of "Mirakel". One pays no money for the luxuries of "Mirakel", and to desire is to have, if it is within reason. What happens when a group of people sojourn in "Mirakel" is best left untold until you peruse the volume yourself. Don't expect a gadget story, or the type of Utopia story you've been used to reading, for it's a different, charmingly simple tale. I have two faults to find with this book. Firstly, the author takes too long to get to the 'meat' of the novel. Secondly, the author's explanation of the reasons for 'the catastrophe' are vague, unconvincing, and, I believe, scientifically inaccurate. Book I merely gathers the characters together, preparatory to their trip to "Mirakel", and is utterly devoid of fantasy, except a brief incident in which a super movie device is used Despite these faults the book warrants a perusal. Do not expect a super-dooper science-fiction novel. But you can expect a tale well worth the 3 hours you will spend reading it. Incidentally, the book is by E. Phillips Oppenheim and it was published late in '43. Chan T. Cleer
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