I was first introduced to Milton Lesser by reading Deadly Sky (1971) by Ivar Jorgensen. I didn't know it at the time, but this was one of Lesser's many, many, many pseudonyms. I found Deadly Sky to be a straight forward novel with little or no punches pulled. It had a fairly good plot, with a fairly decent cast... it was a fair novel in general. At the time, I couldn't find any other work by Jorgensen, but only recently did I come across Lesser's obsession with pseudonyms. Having been known for his plethora of short fiction in the 1950s (157 pieces written, forty-four of which were written in 1956), I sought out some of his free work on Project Gutenberg. I've hotlinked the titles of each story to its respective link in Project Guternberg.
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“A World CalledCrimson” (3/5) is a novelette (≈ 14,100 words) published in 1956 in the
September edition of Amazing Stories. The author is cited as Darius John
Granger, a pseudonym for the prolific 50s shortstory writer Milton Lesser
(birth name Stephen Marlow). Comprising fifteen pages of the magazine, this
opening story has a juvenile feel to it with two child-cum-adult protagonists
who hold reign over a planet they were deserted on. With imagination and wonder
bubbling, they quickly make the planet of Crimson all their own… or all that
their imagination can conjure up.
The Star of Fire is
stuck by an asteroid and disables all of the lifeboats. Robin and Charlie are
running through the corridors in a fit of playfulness when they alone are saved
from the soon-to-be airless spacecraft. The fully functioning miniature of The
Star of Fire launches them into space to automatically seek out a habitable
planet. Landing on a green-tinted beach, the childish duo magically summon
pirates coming ashore, red Indians to ward the pirates off, and an elevator to
ascend the cliff face.
The children name
the planet Crimson after Robin’s favorite color, which will later be renamed
Aladdin’s Planet by explorers. Crimson lies,
…almost exactly at the heart of the galaxy, where matter is spontaneously created to sweep out in long cosmic trails across the galaxy, is the home not merely of spontaneous creation of matter, but spontaneous formed creation, with any human psyche capable of doing the handiwork of God (Section 9, para. 1).
After twenty years
of peaceful existence, the two have dreamt up wonders they have found within
the pages of the One Volume Encyclopedic History: “Phoenicians, Greeks, Mayas,
Royal Navymen, Submariners, mermaids and Cyclopes” along with “Polynesians,
Maoris, Panamanians and Dutchmen” in addition to the eclectic mix of “Indians,
farmers, Russians, Congressmen and Ministers” (Section 12, para. 1). They are
able to create but they cannot destroy what they have manifested: people,
monsters, food, environment, etc.
Only when a ship of
explores descend to the planet are their skills first witnessed by outsiders.
Captain Purcell sends his obdurate crewman Glaudot to scout the area which they
see is inhabited by a plethora of earth-based myths. The Indians kill one
crewman with arrows but the arrival of Robin halt their aggressions. When Robin
insists the she created the Indians, Glaudot wants her to prove her ability to conjure
up a piano. When the piano is manifested before his eyes, Glaudot then asks for
a copy of his dead crewman to be made. With this feat easily conjured, the
obdurate man eyes grandeur in the galaxy with the unlimited resources offered
by Robin: “Infinite wealth from creativity out of nothing—and eternal life by
copying our bodies each time we die” (Section 24, para. 20)!
Playing on her
naivety, Glaudot elopes to land of the Cyclops with Robin so he can begin to
build his empire and plot his taking over the galaxy. However, Captain Purcell
intuits the man’s evil plans and sends his crew out to hunt him down. The news
of Robin’s capture reaches Charlie who joins forces with the ship’s crew to
hunt down Glaudot, rescue Robin, and staunch the avarice which Crimson has
inspired.
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“A Place in the Sun” (4/5) is a novelette (≈ 7,800
words) published in 1956 in the October edition of Amazing
Stories. The author is cited as C.H. Thames, another pseudonym for the Milton Lesser. Comprising twenty-two pages of the magazine, the story starts
off with a burst of detail regarding a ship in peril, the attempt to contact
the authorities through SOS, the engagement of rescue, and a last minute power
play. Sadly, unlike the heat built up in the near-sun spaceship, the plot’s
steam loses its heat in the last few paragraphs… not with a bang, but a whimper.
Captain Stapleton is
aboard the maiden voyage, along with President and his cabinet of the Galactic
Federation, of the starship The
Glory of the Galaxy. The ship approaches within twenty million miles of the sun
but is unable to divert course, so an SOS is sent through the subspace to the
one place that could, just possibly, help the ill-fated ship:
…the one unofficial, extra-legal office at the Hub of the Galaxy. Lacking official function, the office had no technical existence and was not to be found in any Directory of the Hub… Their sole job was to maintain liaison with a man whose very existence was doubted by most of the human inhabitants of the Galaxy but whose importance could not be measured by mere human standards in those early days when the Galactic League was becoming the Galactic Federation.
The name of the man with whom they maintained contact was Johnny Mayhem (para. 19-20).
Johnny Mayhem is
a bodiless “elan” capable of inhabiting a dead body in static in order to carry
out a risky mission. He’s also able to possess a living body, but it’s never
been tried!
[Mayhem]… had been chased from Earth a pariah and a criminal seven years ago, who had been mortally wounded on a wild planet deep within the Sagittarian Swarm, whose life had been saved—after a fashion—by the white magic of that planet. Mayhem, doomed now to possible immortality as a bodiless sentience… doomed to wander eternally because it could not remain in one body for more than a month without body and elan perishing (para. 133).
Johnny is shifted into the living body of
Secret Serviceman Larry Grange, once a coward to face the ship’s impending doom
but now, against his own volition, attempting to save the ship single-handedly.
Johnny plans to counteract the mutinous behavior of the crew, led by veteran
space Technician Third Class Ackerman Boone. Where the captain wishes to shift
the ship into subspace, exposing everyone to 20 Gs of strain, the mutinous crew
aim to disable the subspace control board, board the lifeboats, and escape the
fiery fate of solar immolation.
With the temperature on board wising to 150
degrees Fahrenheit, sweat stream, blisters form, and vision blurs. Johnny’s
plan will see his Larry-bodied self approach even greater heat in order to save
the men on board and divert the mutinous crew from destroying the ship, its
crew, and Johnny… so that he can live another day for another mission.
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“My Shipmate—Columbus” (3/5) is a
novelette (≈ 8,900 words) published in 1956 in the October edition of Amazing
Stories (actually, in the same issue as “A Place in the Sun”). The author is cited
as Stephen Wilder, yet another pseudonym for the prolific 50s shortstory writer
Milton Lesser. Comprising twenty-five pages of the
magazine, the story is a historical one rather than a space-faring one.
According to Wikipedia, Milton Lesser used to write fictional autobiographies
of Christopher Columbus (I guess everyone needs a hobby). While this isn’t a fictional
autobiographical account of Columbus’s
journeys, it does paint the man in an unorthodox manner.
Danny Jones
challenges historical fact in his history class, with the professor and other
students giving him ever so slight banter for his devious historical opinions.
He merely wanted to posit that maybe Christopher Columbus wasn’t the
spectacular he’s been made out to be. That same day, as he leaves his history
class at Whitney University
in Virginia, he receives a letter announcing
the death of his uncle in St.
Augustine, Florida.
Danny
wasn’t particularly close to his Uncle Averill, but it seems the iconoclastic
uncle has left him a machine, of sorts. The uncle had been known for his
“secret machine and strange disappearances,” (Section 4, para. 1) but you’d
never suspect that he’d keep it locked within a bank vault in his basement! The
lawyer handling the inheritance, Tartalion, gives Danny the key to the
basement, in which Danny discovers, “A
small case… the interior of the trunk was larger than he had expected. A man
could probably curl up in there quite comfortably. But the case—the case looked
exactly like it ought to house a tape-recorder” (Section 4, para. 7).
Along with the tape recorder and steamer
trunk, his uncle has left little nuggets of knowledge for Danny to follow
through his life: “They're teaching you too much at school, son. Too many wrong things,
too many highfalutin' notions, too much just plain old hogwash” (Section 2,
para. 13), “Too much
so-called knowledge which isn't knowledge at all, but hearsay” (Section 3,
para. 13), and “Don't let them
pull the wool over your eyes. History is propaganda—from a winner's point of
view” (Section 3, para. 14).
But what Danny doesn’t expect is a
highfalutin story of a time travel machine within that man-sized steamer trunk.
Danny curses himself to become gullible to his uncle’s tales and ensconces
himself within the trunk, keeping in mind his uncles only instructions: “…you got to have
the proper attitude. You've got to believe in yourself, and not in all the
historical fictions they give you” (Section 6, para. 1).
When Danny finds his faith in not having
faith, he opens his eyes to find himself in another man’s body… the body of Don
Martin Pinzón, commander of the caravel Niña in Columbus’s three-ship exploration fleet
to challenge the notion that the world is flat and that “Here be dragons”
doesn’t apply to the westerly route across the Atlantic Ocean.
Interesting, I'll have to head over to Gutenberg and read those. I read some of his on there years ago, but not these.
ReplyDeletePart of the reason for the pseudonyms was that an author's name could only appear once in a given magazine, hence two pseudonyms in one issue. The other part... well, there was still a big social stigma around SF, and Lesser's magazines of choice (Amazing, Imagination) were considered low-brow even by SF fans.
:D I've reviewed a few other Gutenberg stories on Amazon, but with this self-combined Lesser collection, I hope to collate a few more. (Lesser's pseudonym factory reminds me of Silverberg's sci-fi and "erotica" dichotomy... none of which have ever appealed to me. Joachim still has hope for me, I reckon.)
ReplyDeleteAt one point I was going through Gutenberg and reviewing its SF stuff, never got around to posting any of them (or writing more than a half dozen). Keep at it, there's a lot of good stuff to read/review in there... and a lot of junk, but so goes Sturgeon's Law.
DeleteSilverberg is a very specific taste... IMO his best is Downward To The Earth. It's thought-provoking and very well done, but even then, it has a hard time standing up against something from the same era like Dangerous Visions or The Lathe of Heaven... Silverberg's much more subdued. The mind-blowing experience is less visceral.
Downward to the Earth is amazing.... Except or the only scene with the female character -- Silverberg is then up to his normal misogynist self. But the rest (excpet for perhaps the very end) is brilliant.
DeleteI found a few of Lesser's works on Project Gutenberg as well a few days ago -- I was tempted to review them.... thanks for stealing them ;) haha
Forgot to mention... Ivar Jorgensen was a pseudonym also used by Randall Garrett, Robert Silverberg, and Paul Fairman during the '50s. It had this inane history where Fairman came up with it at the same time Garret & Silverberg had some collaborations printed under Ivar Jorgenson. Confused editors kept switching or misspelling the similar names, and at one point it was one magazine's "house name" while Fairman was trying to make it his personal pseudonym.
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Just imagine if we were still in an era where we couldn't easily check who was who.... And then the shock knowing that your favorite author had twenty other books that you hadn't read yet (not really knowing that works published by a famous author under a pseudonym are usually crud).
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