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Sci-Fic Variety, issue 4 and issue 5, December 1941 and March 1942

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The book is titled The Amulet -- publisher unknown.

Allington Parmay is a writer and he has an amulet. It is a very unusual amulet which he found in the men's room of a Chinese bar on Doyers st. It takes him some time to discover that the amulet has the power to give him anything he wishes for.

When he first discovers this he becomes afraid of the amulet and won't touch it for a week, during which time he drinks a good deal of rye and thinks fearful thoughts. Gradually his fear leaves him and because he is a funny sort of duck, as most writers are, he dosn't wish for money, or women, or fame, or even a closetful of cigarets, altho he thinks of all of them.

Instead, with the aid of his charm, he builds a tremendous underground vault and recreates in it a typical jungle, a battle-field, city streets, country lanes, a bedroom, a factory, an office and a ladies' powder room. Then he creates people with problems and psychoses. He puts them in the settings they fit, and invisible, watches them.

Then, with time out for spasms of disgust, or incredulity, he writes a-bout life. He becomes a very successful author. Many of his books are banned.

After awhile he becomes bored with his life-play. Parmay projects him-self into the adventures that he creates for his characters. He has a lot of fun. He sails on pirate ships, flies in atomic-powered planes, wanders thru jungles in Africa, dodging cannibals and hangs out in a pseudo-Bowery.

Once, in a moment of weakness, he creates the prototype of an exotically beautiful blonde movie star, gives her a sumptuous bungalow and lives with her for a week.

After awhile Parmay's fiancee from the world of reality begins to get curious about his unusual "working hours" which sometimes keep her from seeing him for a month or more. She lets herself into his suburban house, and while looking for him stumbles on the door in the basement that leads to the subterranean testing grounds.

After much amazed wandering thru the huge, variegated rooms, quite by accident she finds the bungalow of the blonde pseudo-actress. She finds Parmay there, in the bedroom.

Suddenly her love, never too strong, turns to hate. Without having been seen, she hurries back thru Parmay's house to the police. The police come, not without much persuading, and break into Parmay's fantastic realm. A set-to with a bunch of gangsters whom Parmay has forgotten to obliviate in the South State street, Chicago, division whets the appe-tites of the police for blood and vengeance.

Because the fiancee has forgotten the way, the cops keep stumbling into dens on lions and Arctic terrains and Dante's inferno and similar un-pleasant places. At last they come upon the bungalow, the bedroom and the blonde. Parmay is doing well by all three.

The cops break in with drawn guns. Parmay grabs a gun off the night ta-ble and fires away, having no compunctions about killing what he considers products of his imagination, probably under the impression that he is a wanted criminal.

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The book is titled The Amulet -- publisher unknown. Allington Parmay is a writer and he has an amulet. It is a very unusual amulet which he found in the men's room of a Chinese bar on Doyers st. It takes him some time to discover that the amulet has the power to give him anything he wishes for. When he first discovers this he becomes afraid of the amulet and won't touch it for a week, during which time he drinks a good deal of rye and thinks fearful thoughts. Gradually his fear leaves him and because he is a funny sort of duck, as most writers are, he dosn't wish for money, or women, or fame, or even a closetful of cigarets, altho he thinks of all of them. Instead, with the aid of his charm, he builds a tremendous underground vault and recreates in it a typical jungle, a battle-field, city streets, country lanes, a bedroom, a factory, an office and a ladies' powder room. Then he creates people with problems and psychoses. He puts them in the settings they fit, and invisible, watches them. Then, with time out for spasms of disgust, or incredulity, he writes a-bout life. He becomes a very successful author. Many of his books are banned. After awhile he becomes bored with his life-play. Parmay projects him-self into the adventures that he creates for his characters. He has a lot of fun. He sails on pirate ships, flies in atomic-powered planes, wanders thru jungles in Africa, dodging cannibals and hangs out in a pseudo-Bowery. Once, in a moment of weakness, he creates the prototype of an exotically beautiful blonde movie star, gives her a sumptuous bungalow and lives with her for a week. After awhile Parmay's fiancee from the world of reality begins to get curious about his unusual "working hours" which sometimes keep her from seeing him for a month or more. She lets herself into his suburban house, and while looking for him stumbles on the door in the basement that leads to the subterranean testing grounds. After much amazed wandering thru the huge, variegated rooms, quite by accident she finds the bungalow of the blonde pseudo-actress. She finds Parmay there, in the bedroom. Suddenly her love, never too strong, turns to hate. Without having been seen, she hurries back thru Parmay's house to the police. The police come, not without much persuading, and break into Parmay's fantastic realm. A set-to with a bunch of gangsters whom Parmay has forgotten to obliviate in the South State street, Chicago, division whets the appe-tites of the police for blood and vengeance. Because the fiancee has forgotten the way, the cops keep stumbling into dens on lions and Arctic terrains and Dante's inferno and similar un-pleasant places. At last they come upon the bungalow, the bedroom and the blonde. Parmay is doing well by all three. The cops break in with drawn guns. Parmay grabs a gun off the night ta-ble and fires away, having no compunctions about killing what he considers products of his imagination, probably under the impression that he is a wanted criminal.