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Fanfare, v. 2, issue 2, whole no.8, February 1942
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fantasy footnotes 17 think of glancing at a pulp magazine to choose, even though Argosy and Blue Book are annually listed as "examined sources." But one of William Saroyan's charming little bits is in the same volume, so looking it up wouldn't be a total loss. Next one is in the recently published omnibus of short stories from The New Yorker. The title is "I Am Waiting;" once more I failed to note the author. It's not quite so bad, being a sort of involuntary time-travel thing, and the final excursion into the future reminded me somewhat of Well's work. But don't get excited; the writing, not the prophecies (which just aren't) is the reminiscent thing. (Also in the same volume is "The Door," which might possibly be considered fantastic, but in my opinion of it mustn't go into a nice family magazine like this; and "The Fury," another O. Henry Award story, which I think quite clearly served as model for several yarns in UNKNOWN.) Finally, in, of all possible places, GOOD HOUSEKEEPING!, Sinclair Lewis recently had a border-line thing, "The Man Who Cheated Time." I wouldn't go so far as to call it fantastic, and it's hardly great literature. But Lewis is a masterful, writer, and has managed to write something quite above the usual mama-and-papa "home" stuff. If you're willing to buck the sarcastic remarks and look it up, you're liable to find it better than you expect. One more thing, and then something less factual. Theodore Presser & Co., America's biggest music house, is putting out a stf operetta, "In Robot Land!" "Many authors," the blurb informs, "have attempted to set down their conception of life in the city of the future, but few have succeeded as well as did the composer of this two-act operetta for men's voices, entitled "in Robot Land" . . . .The action of the story takes place in a country in which a race of supermen has been developed and form which women with the exception of Miss Simmith and Miss Johones, have been excluded." If you want it, send 40c to Presser at 1712 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Penna., and you'll get it when it's released probably within the next six months. If the thing doesn't prove too childish, it might be a possibility for a future convention, especially since no female voices are required. Only trouble is, where would you find eleven fans able to carry a tune to sing the solo parts? Hoy, whatever happened to those progressively better stories Palmer was going to use in his magazines? While it seems a late date to resurrect that, maybe some of you are still taking his word at face value. And while on the subject, a few words at face value. And while on the subject, a few words about his announcement that only the Milwaukee Fictioneers would henceforth sell to him might not be amiss. Of course, the whole item might very well be just some more talk, something RAP dearly loves to spew forth. In which case this paragraph is worthless. But let's suppose it's true: that after this, he's not going to but except from the Milwaukee Fictioneers. The question is, why? I can't think of a single sane reason. Some have advanced
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fantasy footnotes 17 think of glancing at a pulp magazine to choose, even though Argosy and Blue Book are annually listed as "examined sources." But one of William Saroyan's charming little bits is in the same volume, so looking it up wouldn't be a total loss. Next one is in the recently published omnibus of short stories from The New Yorker. The title is "I Am Waiting;" once more I failed to note the author. It's not quite so bad, being a sort of involuntary time-travel thing, and the final excursion into the future reminded me somewhat of Well's work. But don't get excited; the writing, not the prophecies (which just aren't) is the reminiscent thing. (Also in the same volume is "The Door," which might possibly be considered fantastic, but in my opinion of it mustn't go into a nice family magazine like this; and "The Fury," another O. Henry Award story, which I think quite clearly served as model for several yarns in UNKNOWN.) Finally, in, of all possible places, GOOD HOUSEKEEPING!, Sinclair Lewis recently had a border-line thing, "The Man Who Cheated Time." I wouldn't go so far as to call it fantastic, and it's hardly great literature. But Lewis is a masterful, writer, and has managed to write something quite above the usual mama-and-papa "home" stuff. If you're willing to buck the sarcastic remarks and look it up, you're liable to find it better than you expect. One more thing, and then something less factual. Theodore Presser & Co., America's biggest music house, is putting out a stf operetta, "In Robot Land!" "Many authors," the blurb informs, "have attempted to set down their conception of life in the city of the future, but few have succeeded as well as did the composer of this two-act operetta for men's voices, entitled "in Robot Land" . . . .The action of the story takes place in a country in which a race of supermen has been developed and form which women with the exception of Miss Simmith and Miss Johones, have been excluded." If you want it, send 40c to Presser at 1712 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Penna., and you'll get it when it's released probably within the next six months. If the thing doesn't prove too childish, it might be a possibility for a future convention, especially since no female voices are required. Only trouble is, where would you find eleven fans able to carry a tune to sing the solo parts? Hoy, whatever happened to those progressively better stories Palmer was going to use in his magazines? While it seems a late date to resurrect that, maybe some of you are still taking his word at face value. And while on the subject, a few words at face value. And while on the subject, a few words about his announcement that only the Milwaukee Fictioneers would henceforth sell to him might not be amiss. Of course, the whole item might very well be just some more talk, something RAP dearly loves to spew forth. In which case this paragraph is worthless. But let's suppose it's true: that after this, he's not going to but except from the Milwaukee Fictioneers. The question is, why? I can't think of a single sane reason. Some have advanced
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