“Did you like it?”
“Yes.” It was a flat lie.
“Good,” I lied right back. “But look here.” I squared my hands around the Anything Box.
She took a deep breath and the whole of her little body stiffened.
“I found it,” I said hastily, fearing anger. “I found it in the bottom drawer.”
She leaned her chest against my desk, her hands caught tightly between, her eyes intent on the box, her face white with the aching want you see on children’s faces pressed to Christmas windows.
“Can I have it?” she whispered.
“It’s yours,” I said, holding it out. Still she leaned against her hands, her eyes searching my face.
“Can I have it?” she asked again.
“Yes!” I was impatient with this anti-climax. “But—”
Her eyes flickered. She had sensed my reservation before I had. “But you must never try to get into it again.”
“Okay,” she said, the word coming out on a long relieved sigh. “Okay, Teacher.”
She took the box and tucked it lovingly into her small pocket. She turned from the desk and started back to her table. My mouth quirked with a small smile. It seemed to me that everything about her had suddenly turned upwards—even the ends of her straight taffy-colored hair. The subtle flame about her that made her Sue-lynn was there again. She scarcely touched the floor as she walked.
I sighed heavily and traced on the desk top with my finger a probable size for an Anything Box. What would Sue-lynn choose to see first? How like a drink after a drought it would seem to her.
I was startled as a small figure materialized at my elbow. It was Sue-lynn, her fingers carefully squared before her.
“Teacher,” she said softly, all the flat emptiness gone from her voice. “Any time you want to take my Anything Box, you just say so.”
I groped through my astonishment and incredulity for words. She couldn’t possibly have had time to look into the Box yet.
“Why, thank you, Sue-lynn,” I managed. “Thanks a lot I would like very much to borrow it some time.”
“Would you like it now?” she asked, proffering it.
“No, thank you,” I said, around the lump in my throat. “I’ve had a turn already. You go ahead.”
“Okay,” she murmured. Then—”Teacher?”
“Yes?”
Shyly she leaned against me, her cheek on my shoulder. She looked up at me with her warm, unshuttered eyes, then both arms were suddenly around my neck in a brief awkward embrace.
“Watch out!” I whispered laughing into the collar of her blue dress. “You’ll lose it again!”
“No I won’t,” she laughed back, patting the flat pocket of her dress. “Not ever, ever again!”
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THE YEAR’S S-F
A Summation by the Editor
It surprises me every time.
For months I read stories, weed out the better ones, reread, re-weed, and read and weed again; at the last minute, there is always a dreadful jumble of twice as much as I can use, and all but the very best of it already gone over so often that all powers of discrimination are exhausted. I stew and worry and groan; and somewhere along the way I discover the shape of a book.
That’s the part that always surprises me. It is clear from the start (my contract insists on it) that there will be a book; but right up to the end it seems it will be merely a book full of stories—good ones, perhaps, but without that increment in virtue that appropriate grouping ought to produce. When one and one add up to only two, the combination is sterile.
It was particularly interesting this time, when the pattern of the collection began to emerge, to see how different it was from just a year ago.
Last year the major preoccupation of the better writers in science-fantasy was with the relationship between man and his environment, and especially between people and their machines. This year the emphasis is on interpersonal relations, and particularly on the problems of communication.
More than half the final selections for this volume deal thematically with some aspect of communication. Again and again the statement emerges: We do not know each other. We do not understand each other. And from there they go off in all different directions. Would it really help if we did? How can we find out? Is there a better way than words? What better way? Or can we make words do the job?
Of the remaining stories, half again are concerned with self-understanding, and should perhaps be included therefore in the tally above. Communication is a process commencing within the mind of one person, and terminating inside the mind of another; it is only the means—the technology—of communication that bridges the gap between organisms.
Last year the stories showed such a pronounced paranoid streak that I made several hasty changes at the last moment, to avoid the irksome effect of story after story in which a persecuted protagonist stood alone against a hostile world. This year, it was split-personalities; I had to weed out at the end. (But there are plenty left. “The Far Look” and “Stranger Station,” for instance, are more subtle about it than “The Other Man” or “Anything Box”; but the possession of two bodies instead of one is irrelevant, if two must function as a single organism to survive.)
Oddly in keeping with this trend, the year was in many ways one of reappraisal and self-examination within the professional ranks. Writers and publishers alike shifted cautiously from the bottom-of-the-trough gloom of 1955 toward a wary, but determined, optimism. A year ago, a good many editors were flatly refusing even to consider s-f submissions; and some of the best writers were leaving the field for greener (and more edible) grasses. Today the general attitude appears to be rather: We made mistakes before. If we do it right this time, perhaps we can sell it after all.
Certainly the year’s literary history established that there is a reading public, and a big one, for the subject-matter of science-fantasy. Bridey Murphy alone would have been enough to prove that. (And a good thing, too; the poor girl had to prove something!) In any case, as 1957 starts, there are six new s-f magazines on the stands (though most of them appeared too late to be included in my reading for this book); and among those I have seen so far, I’d guess that three at least—Satellite, Science Fiction Adventures, and, most notably, Venture—will probably survive. In addition, I know of at least three book publishers who have once again started looking actively for science-fiction novels.
It was a critical year, in the sense that the field as a commercial whole hit the bottom of the pit and started scraping its way up the sides again. But it was also a critical year in at least two other senses of the word.
Story content was one. With the increasing pressure of the socio-political environment for conformity in all things, fantasy has begun to resume its traditional importance as a medium for expression of social criticism and individualist views. Writers are returning to the field, and new writers are being attracted to it because it provides an outlet for much that cannot now be said (except to perhaps fifty or a hundred readers at a time, in the littlest magazines) in other areas of fiction writing. Meanwhile, a big new market has been opened up for s-f (and especially for satirical s-f) by Playboy and by the many other men’s-interest magazines that have sprung up in the wake of the Playboy success.
Finally, 1956 was a year of criticism, in the best possible sense. With all due respect to publications that have from time to time offered up evaluations and analyses of the science-fiction “phenomenon,” this year was marked, in my opinion, by the emergence of the most serious and competent literary criticism the field has known.
Two separate (or almost separate) events contributed to this achievement. One was the publication of a book devoted exclusively to serious criticism of the s-f field, written by a man who, as author, TV script-writer, illustrator, agent, editor, and critic, has been professionally engaged in science-fantasy for more than fifteen years. The book, In Search of Wonder (Advent), by Damon Knigh
t, covers ten years, roughly, of active book publishing, and is as keenly and constructively critical as anything ever written about the field. Knight knows what is good and bad, and why.
The other big accomplishment of the year, from the writers’ viewpoint, was the establishment of the Milford Science Fiction Writers’ Conference. This was the first fully professional conference ever held among s-f writers, and the enthusiasm it generated even in advance was perhaps also associated with the feeling expressed so strongly in the new stories—the urgent need for communication. Its effects will show up at longer range, and will be sustained, I think, by a new critical journal now being published as a byproduct of those discussions.
On the surface, 1956 was a poor year in many ways. To come back to the communication definition: the year gave clear evidence of a waiting readership on the receiving end; it was nothing less than spectacular for its accomplishments in self-examination and clarification of objectives on the creative end; but the gap between the two is yet to be adequately bridged. The commercial publishing market, while showing signs of improved interest, has not yet discovered the most successful techniques for conveying this highly specialized kind of communication from writer to reader (with profit to all). Perhaps the accomplishment of this goal will be the substance of next year’s report.
Inevitably, in compiling a book of this sort, one is left with a stack of stories that would have made it if—if they were shorter, if they were less like something already included, if rights had been available, etc.
A listing of these is included in the pages following this summation. But before passing on to them, I want to express my thanks here to the many persons whose co-operation and assistance make an undertaking of this sort possible: to the editors of more magazines than I have space to list, for supplying me with information and with copies of stories; to those two untiring mailers of cross-continental postcards, Anthony Boucher and Forrest J. Ackerman, for their many suggestions and reminders; to Damon Knight, Fritz Leiber, and Robert P. Mills, for their opinions on stories; and to all those incautious souls who may have found themselves on my premises when an opinion was wanted—and was gotten; to Mrs. Marjorie Smith, of Milford, and my daughter, Merril Zissman, for assistance with the sometimes overwhelming clerical work; to both my daughters, Merril and Ann, for their rather incredible patience; and to Knox Burger of Western Printing, for his incredible patience and fortitude.
Judith Merril
Milford, Penna.
January, 1957
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HONORABLE MENTION
ABBREVIATIONS
ASF Astounding Science Fiction
Auth. Authentic Science Fiction
FU Fantastic Universe
F&SF Fantasy and Science Fiction
GSF Galaxy Science Fiction
ISF Infinity Science Fiction
SFS Science Fiction Stories
PLB Playboy
S-Fan. Science Fantasy
“F&SF:6” “The Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction: Sixth Series,” (anthology) ed.:
A. Boucher; Doubleday
robert abernathy “Hour Without Glory,” F&SF, 7/56;
----------, “The Year 2000,” F&SF, 1/56.
brian w. aldiss “Psyclops,” New Worlds, 7/56.
steve allen “The Secret,” Colliers, 9/28/56.
poul anderson “The Live Coward,” ASF, 6/56;
----------, “The Man Who Came Early” in “F&SF:6”
isaac asimov “The Dead Past,” ASF, 4/56.
raymond banks “The Instigators,” SFS, 1/56.
jackson barrow “The Little Giant,” S. F. Quarterly, 11/56.
charles beaumont “The Dark Music,” PLB, 12/56;
----------, “Traumerei,” ISF, 2/56.
james bLIsh “Time to Survive,” F&SF, 2/56;
----------, “The Writing of the Rat,” GSF, 7/56.
robert bloch “I Like Blondes,” PLB, 1/56.
ray bradbury “Next Stop, the Stars,” Maclean’s 10/27/56.
r. bretnor “The Past and Its Dead People,” F&SF, 9/56.
john brunner “By the Name of Man,” Nebula, #17.
algis budrys “The Mechanical Man,” FU, 6/56;
----------, “The Peasant Girl,” ASF, 6/56;
----------, “With A Dime on Top of It,” SFS, 5/56.
frank butler “To the Wilderness I Wander,” Hudson Review, Spring/56.
paul a. carter “Unbalanced Equation,” F&SF, 1/56.
arthur c. clarke “Venture to the Moon,” F&SF, 12/56.
mark clifton “Clerical Error,” “Best S.F. Stories and Novels,” ed.: Dikty (Fell).
mildred clingerman “First Lesson,” Colliers, 6/22/56.
theodore r. cogswell “Impact With the Devil,” F&SF, 11/56.
chester cohen “Round-Up Time,” ISF, 6/56.
a vram davidson “King’s Evil,” in “F&SF:6.”
l. sprague de camp “Internal Combustion,” ISF, 2/56.
miriam allen de ford “The Margenes,” If, 2/56.
philip k. dick “Pay for the Printer,” Satellite, 10/56.
gordon r. dickson “Flat Tiger,” GSF, 3/56.
adrian conan doyle “The Lover of the Coral Glades,” PLB, 11/56.
harlan ellison “The Crackpots,” If, 6/56.
charles l. fontenay “The Silk and the Song,” in “F&SF:6.”
daniel f. galouye “The Pliable,” F&SF, 5/56.
randall garrett “Stroke of Genius,” ISF, 8/56;
----------, “Suite Mentale,” Future, #30.
christopher grimm “Body Guard,” GSF, 1/56.
james e. gunn “Witches Must Burn,” ASF, 8/56.
richard harper “The Pugilist,” Nugget, 7/56.
robert a. hart “The Automatic Gentleman,” Dude, 8/56.
frank herbert “The Nothing,” FU, 1/56.
shirley jackson “A Little Magic,” Woman’s Home Comp., 1/56.
raymond f. jones The Non-Statistical Man,” SFS, 5/56.
calvin kentfield The Angel and the Sailor,” Harper’s Bazaar, 9/56.
henry kuttner & c. l. moore “Rite of Passage,” F&SF, 5/56.
varley lang “Thereby Hangs,” ASF, 5/56.
murray leinster “Exploration Team,” ASF, 3/56.
madeleine l’engle “Poor Little Saturday,” FU, 10/56.
richard matheson “A Flourish of Strumpets,” PLB, 11/56.
winona mcclintic “A Heart of Furious Fancies,” Atlantic, 11/56.
james mcconnell “Avoidance Situation,” If, 2/56.
j. t. mcintosh “Empath,” New Worlds, 8/56.
ib melchior “The Racer,” Escapade, 10/56.
walter m. miller, jr. “And the Light Is Risen,” F&SF, 8/56.
ward moore “No Man Pursueth,” in “F&SF:6.”
alan e. noUrse “Second Sight,” FU, 4/56.
chad oliver “North Wind,” F&SF, 3/56;
----------, “Let Me Live in a House,” Auth., 6/56.
arthur porges “Masterpiece,” Escapade, 9/56.
robert presslie “Creep,” Auth., 1/56.
frank riley “The Executioner,” If, 4/56;
----------, “Project Hi-Psi,” If, 8/56.
jack ritchie “Sim,” Sir, 8/56.
mary-carter roberts “When Jack Smith Fought Old Satan,” Colliers, 12/7/56.
eric frank russell “Top Secret,” ASF, 8/56;
----------, “Legwork,” ASF, 4/56.
margaret st. clair “Horrer Howce,” GSF, 7/56.
thomas n. scortia “Sea Change,” in “Best S.F, Stories and Novels,” ed.: Dikty (Fell).
michael shaara “Conquest Over Time,” FU, 11/56.
len shaw “Syllabus,” S-Fan., #17.
robert sheckley “Disposal Service,” Bluebook, 1/56;
----------, “Mountain Without a Name,” in “Citizen in Space,” (Ballantine).
robert silverberg “Guest Rites,” ISF, 2/56.
clifford simak “Honorable
Opponent,” GSF, 8/56.
henry slesar “Messenger,” FU, 10/56.
henry still “Sales Resistance,” If, 8/56.
theodore sturgeon “And Now the News . . .” in “F&SF:6”;
----------, “Fear Is a Business,” F&SF, 8/56.
william tenn “Of All Possible Worlds,” GSF, 12/56;
----------, “Wednesday’s Child,” FU, 1/56.
james thurber (everything in) “Further Fables for Our Time,” (Simon and Schuster).
E. c. tubb “Into the Empty Dark,” Nebula, #17.
helen urban “The Finer Breed,” F&SF, 3/56.
Walter wager “The Second Mrs. Gilbert,” Swank, 8/56.
F. L. Wallace “A Little Thing for the House,” ASF, 7/56.
jay williams “The Asa Rule,” in “F&SF:6.”
robert moore williams “Sudden Lake,” Other Worlds, 4/56.
anthony g. williamson “To Reach the Stars,” Auth., 5/56.
richard wilson “The Big Fix,” ISF, 8/56;
----------, “Lonely Road,” F&SF, 9/56.
herman wouk “The ‘Lomokome’ Papers,” Colliers.
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