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Excerpt: "e;Historians are generally too engrossed with the details of battles, all as drearily similar to one another as scenes of murder and rapine must of necessity be, to spare a glance for the far brighter and more instructive field of the mutations or of the progress of manners. This work is attempt to supply the deficiency on the particular subject of burning books. Here is the sort of attraction that belongs to all forbidden fruit in books which some public authority has condemned to the flames. And seeing that to collect something is a large part of the secret of human happiness, it occurred to me that a variety of the happiness that is sought in book collecting might be found in making a collection of books of this sort. I have, therefore, put together the following narrative of our burnt literature as some kind of aid to any book-lover who shall choose to take my hint and make the peculiarity I have indicated the key-note to the formation of his library."e;
The White House is haunted by a vague helpless abstraction;"e;by a kind of ghost of the nation; called The People...,Excerpt: "e;No one has ever nominated a President in a book before. I do it because a book can be more quiet, more sensible and thoughtful, more direct and human, and closer to the hearts of the people, than a convention can. A book can be more public too-can be attended by more people than a convention. Only a few thousand people can get into a convention. A hundred million can get into a book. All in the same two hours, by twenty million lamps thousands of miles apart, the people can crowd into a book. So in this book, as I have said, I am merely acting as the secretary or employee of the hundred million people. I am writing a book a hundred million people would write if they could, expressing for them the kind of President for the next four years of our nation-the most colossal four years of the world, the people have ordered in their hearts. We are weary of politicians' politicians. We want ours. Politicians may not be so bad but during the war they do not seem to us to have done as well as most people. In the dead-earnest of the war, with our Liberty Loan and Red Cross and Council of Defense, and our dollar a year men we have half taken over the government ourselves and we feel no longer awed by the regular political practitioners or government tinkerers. They are not all alike, of course, but we have turned our national glass on them and have come to see through them-at least the worst ones and many thousands of them-all these busy little worms of public diplomacy building their faint vague little coral islands of bluff and unbelief far far away from us, out in the great ocean of their nothingness all by themselves."e;
Seven Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Algis Budris. Featured stories: Riya's Foundling, Desire No More, The Stoker And The Stars, Wall Of Crystal, Eye Of Night, The Rag And Bone Men, The Barbarians and Citadel.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by August Derleth. Featured stories: McIlvaine's Star And A Traveler In Time.
Three Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Henry Kuttner. Featured stories: Where The World Is Quiet, The Secret Of Kralitz and The Ego Machine.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Roman Frederick Starzl. Featured stories: The Martian Cabal and In The Orbit Of Saturn.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Edwin K. Sloat. Featured stories: Loot Of The Void and The Space Rover.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Desmond Winter Hall. Featured stories: Raiders Invisible and A Scientist Rises.
[...]"e;The first of the new meteors landed on the earth in November, 1940. It was discovered by a farmer in his field near Brookline, Massachusetts, shortly after daybreak on the morning of the 11th. Astronomically, the event was recorded by the observatory at Harvard as the sudden appearance of what apparently was a new star, increasing in the short space of a few hours from invisibility to a power beyond that of the first magnitude, and then as rapidly fading again to invisibility. This star was recorded by two of the other great North American observatories, and by one in the Argentine Republic. That it was comparatively small in mass and exceedingly close to the earth, even when first discovered, was obvious. All observers agreed that it was a heavenly body of an entirely new order."e;[...]
Four Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Harl Vincent. Featured stories: Creatures Of Vibration, Wanderer Of Infinity, The Copper-Clad World and Vulcan's Workshop.
Three Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by H. K. Wells. Featured stories: Devil Crystals Of Arret, Devil Crystals Of Arret and The Cavern Of The Shining Ones.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Arthur J. Burks. Featured stories: Lords Of The Stratosphere and The Mind Master.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Nathan Schachner. Featured stories: Pirates Of The Gorm and Slaves Of Mercury.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by George Henry Weiss. Featured stories: The Seed Of The Toc-Toc Birds and The Heads Of Apex
Five Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Paul Ernst. Featured stories: The Raid On The Termites, The Planetoid Of Peril, Mask Of Death, and The Radiant Shell.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Wallace West. Featured stories: Dawingsburgh and The End Of Time.
[...]"e;We wish we could speak with unreserved enthusiasm about this book. It would be pleasant to make out a list of three essential volumes for humanity and suggest the complete works of William Shakespeare, the Bible and "e;Pieces of Hate,"e; but Mr. Broun's book does not deserve any such ranking. Speaking as a critic of books, we are not at all sure that we care to recommend it. It seems to us that the author is honest, but the value of that quality has been vastly overstressed in present-day reviewing. We are inclined to say "e;What of it?"e; There would be nothing particularly persuasive if a man should approach a poker game and say, "e;Won't you let Broun in; I can assure he's honest."e; Why should a recommendation which is taken for granted among common gamblers be considered flattering when applied to a writer?"e;[...]
Four Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e;. Featured stories: The Invaders by Benjamin Ferris, Lighter Than You Think by Nelson Slade Bond, The Doors Of Death by Arthur B. Waltermire and Each Man Kills by Victoria Glad.
Though owing much to Poe, C.A. Smith far surpasses his predecessor of the fantastic in his natural sense of poetry's music and the often visionary qualities of his imagery. I'd say, as far as poetry is concerned, he also surpassed his contemporary, Lovecraft, though the works of both share a darkly cosmic scope. As the title denotes, these selections also include prose poems whose strange beauty rivals even the works of Baudelaire; which also marks Smith as one of the very few successful American poets of truly decadent sensibility.
This is Clark Ashton Smith's first book of poetry, available in a number of other editions. This particular edition shoves all the lines to the far left of the pages thus wasting much paper. The poems are only slightly science fiction, but mostly deal with ideas of death, entropy, demons, and a dark vision of the universe.
Foreword: "e;For 11 years, I was closely associated with the Cairo project, and I know how difficult it is to place the undertaking in its proper perspective and to dispassionately evaluate its historical significance. I was accordingly delighted to learn that Virgil Carrington Jones, who needs no introduction to readers interested in Civil War partisan operations and action afloat, had agreed to chronicle the story of the Cairo and her rendezvous with destiny on the Yazoo in December 1862; and that Harold L. Peterson, whose publications on arms and armament are legion, would survey, describe, and evaluate the thousands of artifacts recovered. Jones and Peterson, as the readers of this booklet will discover, have written of the Cairo and her treasure trove of artifacts with keen insight and understanding. Their accounts will spark the reader's interest, and, in conjunction with the salvaged objects themselves, lead to a better understanding of how bluejackets lived and fought in our Civil War."e;
Excerpt: "e;Some say scientists should keep their noses out of politics. Benson says it's to prevent damage to their olfactory senses. Benson's a physicist. I've known Allan Benson for a long time. In fact I've bodyguarded him for years and think I understand him better than he does himself. And when he shook security at White Sands, my boss didn't hesitate to tell me that knowing Benson as I do I certainly shouldn't have let him skip off. Or crisp words to that effect. The pressure was on. Benson was seeking a new fuel-or a way of compressing a known fuel-to carry a torchship to Mars. His loss could mean a delay of decades. We knew he'd been close, but not how close. My nickname's Monk. I've fought it, certainly, but what can you do when a well-wishing mother names you after a wealthy uncle and your birth certificate says Neander Thalberg? As early as high school some bright pundit noted the name's similarity to that of a certain prehistoric man. Unfortunately the similarity is not in name alone: I'm muscular, stooped, and, I must admit, not handsome hero model material. Well, maybe the nickname's justified, but still, Al Benson didn't have to give the crowning insult. And yet, if he hadn't, there probably wouldn't be a torchship stern-ending on Mars just about now. C. I. (Central Intelligence, that is) at the Sands figured Benson would head for New York. Which is why the boss sent me here. I registered in a hotel in the 50's and, figuring that whatever Benson intended to do would have spectacular results, I kept the stereo on News. Benson's wife hadn't yielded much info. Sure she described the clothes he was wearing and said he'd taken nothing else except an artist's case. What was in that was anybody's guess; his private lab is such a jumble nobody could tell what, if anything, was missing. C. I. knew his political feelings. Seems he'd been talking wild about the upcoming presidential election and had sworn he'd nip the draft-Cadigan movement in the bud. Cadigan's Mayor of New York City. He's anti-space. In fact, Cadigan's anti just about everything in science except intercontinental missiles. Strictly for defense, of course. Cadigan says."e;
The Mortzestus is reputed to be haunted but the crew dismisses the rumors as preposterous - at first. Two weeks out of port the rigging suddenly goes slack, a ghostly form arises from the sea, and shadows thicken around the vessel. The frightened sailors, convinced that supernatural powers are afoot, plot mutiny and demand to be set ashore. But a dense mist descends around the ship, threatening to swallow the craft and its men without a trace. The desperate crew's chilling fate is recounted in this compulsive page-turner by William Hope Hodgson, a master of seafaring yarns. Rich in nautical language and lore, it combines an intriguing view of shipboard life with a suspenseful ghost story. Horror author Robert Weinberg noted the occult classic's compact prose style, hailing it as "e;one of the finest examples of the tightly written novel ever published."e; And no less an authority than H. P. Lovecraft observed, "e;With its command of maritime knowledge, and its clever selection of hints and incidents suggestive of latent horrors in nature, this book at times reaches enviable peaks of power."e;
After the sailing ship The Glen Carrig sinks in 1757, her survivors are lost in a strange sea, alone in two lifeboats. They soon arrive at a bizarre island, and the creepiness begins. Written in the style of a travelogue, the narrator is one of the survivors who has decided to put down his fantastic adventures after The Glen Carrig went down.
Two Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by W. C. Morrow. Featured stories: A Man, His Mark, A Romance, and The Inmate Of The Dungeon.
Nine Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by various authors. Featured stories: The Floating Island Of Madness by Jason Kirby, The Winged Men Of Orcon A Complete Novelette by David R. Sparks, The Metal Moon by Everett C. Smith & Roman Frederick Starzl, Spawn Of The Comet by H. Thompson Rich, Disowned by Victor A. Endersby, Out Around Rigel by Robert H. Wilson, Raiders Of The Universes by Donald A. Wandrei, The Einstein See-Saw by Miles John Breuer, The White Feather Hex by Don Peterson.
Twenty Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by Fritz Leiber. Featured stories: The Moon Is Green, The Last Letter, Nice Girl With 5 Husbands, Yesterday House, What's He Doing In There?, A Hitch In Space, X Marks The Pedwalk, Time In The Round, Bullet With His Name, Bread Overhead, Later Than You Think, The Big Engine, No Great Magic, Kreativity For Kats, A Bad Day For Sales, The Creature From Cleveland Depths, Appointment In Tomorrow.
Six Classic Science Fiction Stories from the "e;Golden Age"e; by George H. Smith. Featured stories: The Last Days Of L.A., Benefactor, Narakan Rifles, About Face!, The Ordeal Of Colonel Johns, The Last Crusade, Witness.
They were two desperate scavengers in a no-man's land of radiation and death. Living in a kill or be killed world. Can they fin a new life and hope? A grim, grisly post-apocalypse story. (Goodreads)
Excerpt: "e;-SUDDEN PANIC- It was a week before the Lhari ship went into warp-drive, and all that time young Bart Steele had stayed in his cabin. He was so bored with his own company that the Mentorian medic was a welcome sight when he came to prepare him for cold-sleep. The Mentorian paused, needle in hand. "e;Do you wish to be wakened for the time we shall spend in each of the three star systems, sir? You can, of course, be given enough drug to keep you in cold-sleep until we reach your destination."e; Bart felt tempted -- he wanted very much to see the other star systems. But he couldn't risk meeting other passengers. The needle went into his arm. In sudden panic, he realized he was helpless. The ship would touch down on three worlds, and on any of them the Lhari might have his description, or his alias! He could be taken off, unconscious, and might never wake up! He tried to move, to protest, but he couldn't. There was a freezing moment of intense cold and then nothing. . . ."e;