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Thing, whole no. 1, Spring 1946
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reviews ...if we don't slam you here, try pages 29--30. GIRLS LIKE to be where men are. That's a very nice place to be but it breeds, among other things, the nuisance of ajay membership lists padded with Mary Twiddles and Flossy Flounce's who think that Amateur Journalism (which includes Fantasy) is a more or less literary Lonesome Hearts Club. Sometimes they conceive, but mostly they're sterile. If they do produce, their papers are inclined to be girly-girly, or at least pastel, or even downright literary in a pink-tea way. In a man's hobby, why must Florence Stephenson publish Household Hines like "Hold a piece in the mouth for two minutes before taking...medicine. It will not taste nearly so bad." or "Reheat Biscuits: in a wet paper bag tied tightly and in a warm oven." The first page of Her Scrap Bag Fantasy Mag (catch a man behind that title!), though one-half reprint, shows Florence knows what Fantasy is about, but the other three pages are regrettable filler. I can't cook and I can't housekeep (and when Shep comes home, I'd darnwell better learn!) but when I do need advice on Fruit Stains, I shan't turn to Fantasy, of all things. someone passa hunka ice. Or else - to get back to girls again - if they do make a niche for themselves, just let another gal try to sway-hip in. Venus was no part of any Welcommittee I ran into. Though she received the all-Wesson "Standpipe Editorial Publications" through NAPA, I'm still pounding at the Crosetti portcullis for a copy, just one lone, itty bitty copy. Please? ......HELEN book review......THE MAZE.....by Maurice Sandoz Illustrated by Salvador Dali - Doubleday, Doran & Co., Inc. - 1945 DESPITE WHAT I MAY SAY about the Maze for my reactions to it are varied, buy it anyway. It is a collector's item, and for $2.50 you can't go wrong. I don't know whether I'm letdown or not! For the first few chapters, the story reads like any Spectre-of-the Castle that Lord Halifax may recount. Guests at Craven Castle have be in their rooms before midnight, doors locked. Then strange sounds are heard by the guests from the dark halls. The Baronet and his servants listen at dinner for sounds upstairs. The maze, built of yew trees in the 18th century custom, holds a dread secret. Then the impression changes with wettish footprints in te hall and I was sure it was a Lovecraftian Thing. This is nearer right, but never would Lovecraft be so casual or natural - so that what the reader feels there was nothing supernatural about the denouement after all. Yet there is!, What piqued me most, however, is tat the Baronets of the Castle were denied female company. No wives. Few guests and far between. It is here that the explanation, so very natural in itself, seemed inadequate - or had I been expecting an Amorous Ghost? The book is delicately written - the macabre theme of primogeniture to an extreme is sketched in pastel. The cover jacket and 13 full-page illustrations (including one repeat upside-down) by Dali, though not his best according to the New Yorker, sell the book - unless you don't go i for women with pouter pigeons for breasts. (I feel absolutely old-fashoned.) Dali muffed his chance at the solution, however, unless he doesn't rust readers who might thumb through the back of the book first. None of his usual amorphous watches, though, thank goodness. The Maze is is the first book review I've undertaken for Fantasy readers. It might be well, therefore, for me to explain my tastes.. I disagree, almost violently with Virginia Lelake in Black Flames; "to me 90% of the pulp are crap; what isn't, will eventually be recognized and included in the anthologies of the classics." In all of my years of reading, the only book I ever laid down unfinished was Merritt's Face in the Abyss. ...HELEN
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reviews ...if we don't slam you here, try pages 29--30. GIRLS LIKE to be where men are. That's a very nice place to be but it breeds, among other things, the nuisance of ajay membership lists padded with Mary Twiddles and Flossy Flounce's who think that Amateur Journalism (which includes Fantasy) is a more or less literary Lonesome Hearts Club. Sometimes they conceive, but mostly they're sterile. If they do produce, their papers are inclined to be girly-girly, or at least pastel, or even downright literary in a pink-tea way. In a man's hobby, why must Florence Stephenson publish Household Hines like "Hold a piece in the mouth for two minutes before taking...medicine. It will not taste nearly so bad." or "Reheat Biscuits: in a wet paper bag tied tightly and in a warm oven." The first page of Her Scrap Bag Fantasy Mag (catch a man behind that title!), though one-half reprint, shows Florence knows what Fantasy is about, but the other three pages are regrettable filler. I can't cook and I can't housekeep (and when Shep comes home, I'd darnwell better learn!) but when I do need advice on Fruit Stains, I shan't turn to Fantasy, of all things. someone passa hunka ice. Or else - to get back to girls again - if they do make a niche for themselves, just let another gal try to sway-hip in. Venus was no part of any Welcommittee I ran into. Though she received the all-Wesson "Standpipe Editorial Publications" through NAPA, I'm still pounding at the Crosetti portcullis for a copy, just one lone, itty bitty copy. Please? ......HELEN book review......THE MAZE.....by Maurice Sandoz Illustrated by Salvador Dali - Doubleday, Doran & Co., Inc. - 1945 DESPITE WHAT I MAY SAY about the Maze for my reactions to it are varied, buy it anyway. It is a collector's item, and for $2.50 you can't go wrong. I don't know whether I'm letdown or not! For the first few chapters, the story reads like any Spectre-of-the Castle that Lord Halifax may recount. Guests at Craven Castle have be in their rooms before midnight, doors locked. Then strange sounds are heard by the guests from the dark halls. The Baronet and his servants listen at dinner for sounds upstairs. The maze, built of yew trees in the 18th century custom, holds a dread secret. Then the impression changes with wettish footprints in te hall and I was sure it was a Lovecraftian Thing. This is nearer right, but never would Lovecraft be so casual or natural - so that what the reader feels there was nothing supernatural about the denouement after all. Yet there is!, What piqued me most, however, is tat the Baronets of the Castle were denied female company. No wives. Few guests and far between. It is here that the explanation, so very natural in itself, seemed inadequate - or had I been expecting an Amorous Ghost? The book is delicately written - the macabre theme of primogeniture to an extreme is sketched in pastel. The cover jacket and 13 full-page illustrations (including one repeat upside-down) by Dali, though not his best according to the New Yorker, sell the book - unless you don't go i for women with pouter pigeons for breasts. (I feel absolutely old-fashoned.) Dali muffed his chance at the solution, however, unless he doesn't rust readers who might thumb through the back of the book first. None of his usual amorphous watches, though, thank goodness. The Maze is is the first book review I've undertaken for Fantasy readers. It might be well, therefore, for me to explain my tastes.. I disagree, almost violently with Virginia Lelake in Black Flames; "to me 90% of the pulp are crap; what isn't, will eventually be recognized and included in the anthologies of the classics." In all of my years of reading, the only book I ever laid down unfinished was Merritt's Face in the Abyss. ...HELEN
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