Category: 42 Word Retrospectives

Petunia

Petunia

by Roger Duvoisin (Alfred A. Knopf, 1950; Picture Lions, 1973)

Book cover: “Petunia” by Roger Duvoisin (Alfred A. Knopf, 1950; Picture Lions, 1973)

Pride and mishap collide in this picture book of a farmyard goose who discovers a book and thinks that owning it is enough to make her wise! Good fodder but the two-page spreads alternate between black-and-white and colour, leaving an unfinished impression.

Keep Your Shape

Keep Your Shape

by Robert Sheckley

Galaxy Science Fiction (November, 1953); UK No. 13 (April 1954), pp. 4-20.

Magazine cover: Galaxy Science Fiction (November, 1953); UK No. 13 (April 1954); review of “Keep Your Shape” by Robert Sheckley, pp. 4-20.

Humorous SF invasion short story with philosophical undertones. Sheckley posits a race of shapechangers whose oppressive caste system limits each individual to a prescribed set of forms. Confronted with Earth’s biological diversity, the disgruntled lower echelons exhibit a tendency to go native!

The Z Murders

The Z Murders

by J. Jefferson Farjeon (Collins Crime Club, 1932)

audiobook read by Tim Bentinck (Soundings, 2020)

Book cover: “The Z Murders” by J. Jefferson Farjeon (Collins Crime Club, 1932); audiobook read by Tim Bentinck (Soundings, 2020)

A bit of a hot mess. Detective Inspector James does very little while tally-ho protagonist Richard Temperley goes all in on blind-faith instalove, his romantic interest acting inexplicably until the sinister, shadowy villains get together at the end for an expository powwow.

Lirios: A Tale of the Quintana Roo

Lirios: A Tale of the Quintana Roo

by James Tiptree, Jr.

Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine (September 28, 1981), pp. 140-167.

Magazine cover: Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine (September 28, 1981); review of “Lirios: A Tale of the Quintana Roo” by James Tiptree, Jr., pp. 140-167.

Dreamy fantasy novelette set in a post(mid?)-apocalyptic imagining of the Yucatán Peninsula, Mexico. Tiptree Jr’s languorous, lyrical style and the story within a story make for pleasant enough reading, though the ocean tale is actually quite slight when stripped of cultural exoticism.

Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven Annual: Well Done, Secret Seven

Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven Annual: Well Done, Secret Seven

(Purnell, 1979)

Book cover: “Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven Annual: Well Done, Secret Seven” (Purnell, 1979)

Blyton’s novel, reworked and competently re-illustrated with half the chapters in (b&w) comic-book form, interspersed with games and activities. The artwork is inconsistent in depicting character ages, and overcluttered—especially when squeezing seven (or occasionally a miscounted eight!) children into treehouse scenes.

The Lyran Case

The Lyran Case

by Bill Pronzini & Barry N. Malzberg, Analog (March 1980), pp. 110-114.

Magazine cover: Analog (March 1980); review of “The Lyran Case” by Bill Pronzini & Barry N. Malzberg, pp. 110-114.

Flash fiction mystery that establishes a SF scenario (shape-changing alien terrorist attempting to smuggle a bomb through customs), lays its clues in very short order and then twists the ending, only to tack on a blow-by-blow explanation for the hard of understanding.

The Time Dissolver

The Time Dissolver

by Jerry Sohl (Avon, 1957; reprinted Sphere, 1967)

Book cover: “The Time Dissolver” by Jerry Sohl (Avon, 1957; reprinted Sphere, 1967)

An amnesiac ex-scientist investigates his own memory loss. Sohl favours gentle SF intrigue in pursuing his premise, working in a low-key human element rather than driving forward with the psychological breakdown/conspiracy thrills of, say, Eric Frank Russell’s “With a Strange Device” (1964).

The Collector (1963)

The Collector

by John Fowles (Jonathan Cape, 1963)

audiobook read by James Wilby (Bolinda, 2015)

Book cover: “The Collector” by John Fowles (Jonathan Cape, 1963); audiobook read by James Wilby (Bolinda, 2015)

Chilling only insomuch that it lays bare the knowledge that such people exist, more or less integrated into society. Wilby puts real emotion into his audiobook reading but it’s still just half a novel of pure ick, inadequately countervailed by Miranda’s reminiscences.

Derelict Space Sheep