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Black Friday, Adventures Fantastic Style

Here in the States, the day after Thanksgiving has come to be known as Black Friday.  I’m not sure why it’s called Black Friday. The term in the US was originally used to describe the days two different stock market crashes occurred in the 1800s.  In more modern times, it started out as the official kickoff to the Christmas shopping season and has since mutated into something that is taking over the whole season. It’s when women get up before God (or never go to bed) and drag their husbands to mob scenes where they save $128 by spending $583.  Or something like that.

The whole thing is enough to make one want to run up the Jolly Roger and start lopping off heads.

So here at Adventures Fantastic, we’re going to provide an antidote to all that insanity by observing Black Friday our way.  Robert E. Howard wrote a number of stories involving the concept of “black”.  We’re going to look at some of them.  The following list is by no means complete; it’s just the ones I’ve read in the last few days.  Feel free to add others in the comments.  Also, a number of other authors could be included in this post.  I’ll save them for next year, but feel free to add suggestions in the comments. Continue reading

Women in Weird Tales: Mary Elizabeth Counselman

If you pay much attention to the nonsense being passed around as truth in the fantasy and science fiction fields, you’ll quickly hear that women were shut out of the pulps/digests/paperbacks/takeyourpick until [insert arbitrary date here], when women suddenly started writing and publishing.

Most of you know that’s not really the way it happened.  (If you don’t know that, start here, then come back.  I’ll wait.)  Around these here parts, we acknowledge the contributions of women to the fields of the fantastic, and we try to inform of others.

Case in point.  The conventional narrative says women weren’t well represented in Weird Tales, with the possible exception of C. L. Moore.  This is demonstrably not true.  While women certainly weren’t the majority on the Unique Magazine‘s tables of contents, they were by no means absent.

We’ll take a look at one of those authors today, on the anniversary of her birth.  Mary Elizabeth Counselman was born on this date, November 19, 1911.  Ms. Counselman had in weird fiction a career that began in 1931 and, with interruptions, continued until 1994, the year before she died.  She also wrote for the slicks, and later worked as a reporter and taught creative writing.

Counselman only published a handful of books in her lifetime, the final one a collection of poetry.

Some of her best early work is included in Half in Shadow.  It contains her best known story, “The Three Marked Pennies”.

That’s not the story I want to look at, though.  In observance of Ms. Counselman’s birthday, I read “The Monkey Spoons”.  It’s also included in Half in Shadow as well as being available in ebook in the Weird Fiction Megapack, Fantastic Stories Presents the Weird Tales Superpack #2, and as a standalone.

The story concerns three young people who enter an antique store looking for something to signify their friendship.  They are a young woman, her brother, and her fiance.  They end up buying a set of monkey spoons.

I had never heard of monkey spoons before, but apparently they are a real thing.  They were ornate spoons used by Dutch settlers in the New York area and were most frequently used to recognize a death, although they could also be used for births and marriages.

The monkey spoons the three young friends buy are said to be cursed.  They were used at the wake of a notorious Dutch landowner in the 1600s who had been murdered by some friends and family members.  He got his revenge on them from the monkey spoons.  The old hunchbacked proprietor of the antique shop tries to discourage the friends from buying them, but they insist.

Of course all three come to grisly ends.  That part is predictable.  The nice twist is in the last sentence in which we learn exactly how the Dutch landowner died.  It’s nice and grisly.

There hasn’t been a collection of Mary Elizabeth Counselman’s fiction in years, although a number of stories are available in the many omnibus anthologies currently for sale on Amazon.  Virtually none of her later work has been reprinted.  I think it’s time Wildside Press published a Mary Elizabeth Counselman Megapack.  Until that happens, look her stuff up.  She wasn’t a top tier author, but she was consistently entertaining.  And remember, she wrote back when women allegedly didn’t publish in Weird Tales.

A Forgotten Pulpster: H. Warner Munn

H. Warner Munn was born on this date, November 5, in 1903.  Munn passed away in 1981.  He is largely forgotten today, but he wrote for Weird Tales.  Near the end of his life, he returned to writing.

Munn is best known for writing a series known as the Merlin saga.  The first two installments, King of the World’s Edge and The Ship From Atlantis were first published   Merlin’s Ring was to have been published in the Ballantine Adult Fantasy series, but the imprint was canceled.  Ballantine still published the book along with its sequel, Merlin’s Godson.  The latter book combined King of the World’s Edge and The Ship From Atlantis.

Neither of these books (Merlin’s Ring and Merlin’s Godson) are currently available in electronic format in English.  My understanding is that there were other books planned in this series, but Munn died before he could write them.  King of the World’s Edge was favorably compared to the works of Robert E. Howard when it was serialized in Weird Tales.

Munn’s other series involved werewolves.  It was also started in Weird Tales.  When he returned to writing, Munn was convinced by Robert Weinberg to write more stories, which Weinberg published.  These are available in electronic format.

I have to confess I’ve not read much of Munn’s work.  I need to correct that.

A Monster-God for Edmond Hamilton’s Birthday

“The Monster-God of Mamurth”
The Edmond Hamilton Megapack
Wildside Press
ebook $0.55

On this date, October 20, Edmond Hamilton was born in the year 1904.  While he isn’t the only writer of the fantastic with a birthday today, I think he’s the most important.

Hamilton is best known today as a writer of space opera (and husband of one of our favorite writers, Leigh Brackett), so it might seem that this tribute would be more appropriate over at Futures Past and Present.

What isn’t as well known is that, in addition to publishing muc of his early science fiction in Weird Tales, Hamilton also wrote some weird fantasy adventures stories.  In fact, his first published story, “The Monster-God of Mamurth” is just such a tale. Continue reading

Happy Birthday, Farnsworth

Farnsworth Wright, legendary editor of Weird Tales, was born on this date, July 29, in the long-ago year of 1888.  He died in 1940.

We last discussed Mr. Wright a few weeks ago in my post on who was the greatest editor of the 20th Century.  I think it’s a toss-up between Wright and Don Wolheim.

What isn’t up for debate is that Wright published some of the greatest writers of the fantastic in his magazines during his tenure as editor:  H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, C. L. Moore, Henry S. Whitehead, Henry Kuttner, Manley Wade Wellman, Robert Bloch, Seabury Quinn.

Just to name a few.

Granted some, like Kuttner and Bloch, went on to fame for later, more mature work.  But Wright recognized something about their writing and published it.

So if today or tonight you happen to read something published in Weird Tales while Wright was the editor, raise your glass to his memory and his legacy.

Of Editorial Greatness

Earlier today I was reading a post on a site I don’t normally read these days (I was lured by the temptation of a free ebook).  The post made the argument that John Campbell was the greatest editor the science fiction and fantasy fields have seen.

That got me to thinking, which usually gets me in trouble.  I began wondering who would be the greatest editor, greater being defined as having the most impact over time.  The original post didn’t include fantasy other than a passing reference to Unknown.  So I thought I’d throw the question open to anyone who wanted to voice an opinion.  Below is a list I compiled off the top of my head.  I didn’t include any living editors.  If I had, Ellen Datlow would be on it.  My rationale is that the impact of living editors on the can’t be accurately assessed because they are still having an influence and their greatest influences may still be to come.

 

So in alphabetical order are ten editors.  I’ll provide a brief explanation as to why they have been included.  Some will be quickly eliminated.  Others, not so much. Continue reading

Robert Bloch at 101

Today, April 5, is Robert Bloch’s birthday.  He was born in 1917.  For those of you who are poor at math, not sure what day/year it is, or didn’t read the title of the post, that would make him 101 today if he were still alive.

Bloch was one of the most influential writers of horror, crime, and science fiction of the last century. He wrote a number of novels, the most famous being Psycho.  And while the Hitchcock film is deservedly considered a classic, you should give the book a try if you haven’t read it. There are some differences. Bloch’s written sequels have nothing to do with the film sequels.

In my mind, though, Bloch was better as a short story writer.  The reason I think that may be in part because I’ve a fondness for short fiction.  He started writing for Weird Tales when he was just 17, IIRC.  While is early stuff is pretty rough around the edges, it was no worse that what Farnsworth Wright was buying at the time, and soon became better than much of the stuff by authors long forgotten. Bloch was an earlier correspondent of Lovecraft.  Much of his early work was lovecraftian pastiche. He soon developed his own voice and went on to write some great horror and dark fantasy fiction, such as “Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper”, “The Man Who Collected Poe”, and the Hugo Award winning “The Hell-Bound Train”. If Bloch had any faults, it was that he couldn’t stand Robert E. Howard’s Conan.  (That’s a pretty big fault, if you ask me, but Bloch’s body of work is sufficiently good that I’m willing to overlook it.)

Over the last few years I’ve gotten into the habit of blogging about an author’s work on their birthday.  At the moment, I’m swamped with the day job and slowly going under.  That’s why it’s been like a ghost town around here lately.  I’ve either not had the time to write (blog posts or fiction) or not had the energy when I had the time.  So, no, I’m not dead.  (Sorry to disappoint some of you.)  I’ve just been dealing with Real Life.

I’m hoping to read something short this evening.  If so, I’ll try to post about it here once I get this mountain of exams graded.  I hope to do that, but I may not be able to pull it off.

But don’t let that stop you from raising a glass is Robert Bloch’s memory and celebrating his work by reading a short story or two.

A Look at Jack Williamson’s Golden Blood

Before he became a master of science fiction, Jack Williamson was a master of pulp adventure. He’s becoming forgotten these days, especially much of his early work.  It doesn’t help that most of his books are not available in electronic format. Haffner Press collected all of his short fiction in a ten volume set. They’re pretty much out of print except for a couple of limited editions of the later volumes.

Williamson started writing for the pulps in 1928. His last novel was published in 2005. He passed away in 2006.  I’ve always wanted to attend the Williamson Lectureship in Portales. It’s within driving distance, but the day job has always interfered.

But I digress. There’s a clear difference in Williamson’s early work compared to his later novels. As he said in the Tamerlane Press edition of Golden Blood (still available for a reasonable price online) as well as the introduction to the Phantasia Press edition of The Reign of Wizardry (also still available), these were works he probably wouldn’t be able to write as an older writer. (I’m paraphrasing here, of course.)

Golden Blood was first serialized in Weird Tales after being rejected by Argosy. If there is an electronic version, I’m not aware of it. It got the cover twice, with both covers painted by J. Allen St. John.St. John also did the interior illustrations shown below.

The first cover, from the April 1933 issue, is a near classic image in the field of fantasy art.  Williamson had an opportunity to buy the painting at the time the story was published but had to decline due to lack of funds.

There have been two paperback reprints, one with a cover by Ed Emshwiller at the bottom of the post. The other was a large print edition from Lancer. My favorite cover is the one with the giant tiger on it. Continue reading

Kuttner’s Death, Moore’s Silence

Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore

Deuce Richardson pointed out to me in an email that today is the 60th anniversary of Henry Kuttner’s death. Since I don’t think I’ll be able to finish what I had intended to review today, this is a good topic to talk about.  (Thanks, Deuce.)

I’ve done a few posts on the anniversary of a person’s death  before, but I prefer to acknowledge birthdays. However, a 60th anniversary is a milestone. So if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share a few somewhat random thoughts.

Kuttner had been teaching a course on writing at USC when he died, and Moore took over. I’m not sure how long she continued teaching, if it was only to finish out the semester or if she taught beyond that semester.

She remarried in 1963. Her husband Thomas Reggie didn’t want her writing anymore. At least that’s the legend, and I’m inclined to believe it. C. L. Moore’s voice fell silent. She never wrote fiction again.

Her husband supposedly (according to Wikipedia) asked the Science Fiction Writers of America not to honor her with a Grand Master Award because by that time Catherine was suffering from Alzheimer’s by then. Her husband thought the ceremony would be too stressful and confusing.

Let that sink in for a moment. This had to have been sometime in the early to mid-1980s. Moore died in 1987.* Andre Norton was the Grand Master for 1984. There wouldn’t be another woman to receive the honor until Ursula K. LeGuin in 2003, nearly 20 years later. I don’t know why Moore couldn’t have been presented with the award and it simply be announced that she was unable to attend for unspecified health reasons.  Essentially, her husband denied her recognition that was well deserved.** Continue reading