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2023 December 31st:   

THANKS TO YOU, READERS

2023 has been a breakthrough-year for Solar System Heritage.

May 2015, eight and a half years ago, was when I began the site.  The monthly total of visitors first topped 1,000 in the September of the following year, 2016.  It first topped 2,000 in the August of the year after that.  Since then, it has only once (February 2021) slipped back below 2,000.  On the other hand, for most of the six-year period 2017-22 it stayed in the 2,000's.

There were spurts of greater interest: particularly during September-October 2018, and January-February 2020, with all the excitement surrounding the preparation of the Vintage Worlds anthologies, which pushed the totals up to over 4,000.  But each time it went back down again - to the 2,000's, with the occasional 3,000+.

I was getting accustomed to the idea that 2,000-3,000 was the natural numerical limit of this niche, elite, ultra-crème-de-la-crème community of elevated souls.

Then came 2023.  During every single month the total of visitors has been over 3,000; in eight of those months it has been over 4,000; in six of them, over 5,000; and in two of them (including this one, which is ending the year on a record total) over 6,000.

Moreover, the increase can't be ascribed to any particular short-term stimulus like that which the anthologies had provided.  It must, I guess, be more solidly based, a natural expansion as the word gets around and the site itself grows to provide more of what you, the readers, wish for.

For all your support, I'm grateful: to the silent majority of readers and to the select few of contributors, this year in particular including the anonymous "Lone Wolf" researcher who has provided so many of the popular Guess The World scenes.  I expect it's only a matter of time before more such stars emerge in the OSS firmament - if that isn't an invalid mix of solarian and interstellar metaphors...

2023 December 26th:   

CELEBRATING VENUSIAN EMPERORS' CORONATIONS

For various reasons, including the fact that this is the season for celebratory moods, and besides that I live in a kingdom which has experienced a Coronation this year, my thoughts have wended their way to our sister planet and an extremely cute idea mooted in the early nineteeth century, regarding the (unconfirmed) Ashen Light. 

Franz von Paula Gruithuisen, noting observations made in 1759 and again in 1806 (i.e. after an interval of 76 Venusian years), suggested:

If we estimate that the ordinary life of an inhabitant of the planet lasts 130 Venus years, which amounts to 80 Earth years, the reign of an emperor of Venus might well last for 76 Venus years. The observed appearance is evidently the result of a general festival illumination in honour of the ascension of a new emperor to the throne of the planet.

(For a fuller account, from which I obtained the above quote, see the delightful article by Izzy Ehrlich.)

It was too good to last, and later on Gruithuisen switched to a more humdrum explanation, based on the idea that the Venusians were lighting fires for agricultural purposes.

As Izzy Ehrlich says in her deadpan way, There are objections to both of Gruithuisen's theories, but my point is that you can sometimes find that scientific explanations don't lag far behind fiction in inventiveness. 

And it's interesting that even now the Ashen Light is an open question!

You'd think, would you not - considering that Venus is the closest planet to Earth, and what with all the probes that have been sent there - that by this time scientists would have at least decided whether or not the mysterious illumination actually exists. 

2023 December 21st: 

DETECTION WITH THE TOLKIENOSCOPE

Before we say goodbye to 2023, the 50th anniversary year of the death of J R R Tolkien (1892-1973), I feel moved to say something about him despite the fact that, not being an sf writer, he might be viewed as irrelevant to this site.

What particularly moved me to say what I'm about to say is a comment by John Greer in his Ecosophia blog this week.  John is my fellow-editor of the Vintage Worlds anthologies.  His blog is something unique, a refreshment for the mind which I look forward to reading every Wednesday.  The occultist stuff is usually over my head but the social, historical and philosophical comment is profound and fascinating, and I'm in agreement with 99% of it.

Now for an instance of the 1%...

This week's Ecosophia blog is well up to par, but what I'm focusing on here is what (to me) is a lapse: it's where John refers to what he calls "the strident moral dualism that is the worst flaw of Tolkien’s work". 

It's not clear whether he is saying (a) that each character in the story is either wholly good or wholly bad, with no shades in between, or (b) that this dualism applies to the societies in the story, or (c) both.

Point (a) is dealt with by C S Lewis in his review, much more deftly than I could do.  I propose here to deal with point (b): the idea that the societies or cultures in The Lord of the Rings are entirely and simplistically either good or evil.

First let me point out that, since a society is made up of individuals, to some degree it cannot be free of flaws if the individuals have flaws.  But I concede that such flaws arising purely from individuals are not "systemic", so what about the lack of systemic evil in (say) The Shire or Gondor?

I would argue that if this is what John is criticising, he's right about the fact but he's wrong to call it a flaw.  If it were a flaw, it would mean that the book is as boring as the phrase "strident moral dualism" suggests it must be.  On the contrary, part of its special fascination lies in what it demonstrates can work in literary terms - and if it works in literature (suggests the whisper in the soul) might it perhaps work in practice?  At least, it's worth bearing in mind!  And what is this "it"?

Ah, that's the thing that amazes me most, about Tolkien's popularity.

He actually succeeded in a work published in the second half of the twentieth century in portraying - believably - a wholesome culture.

A culture that isn't putrid with sex-addition, slobbish vulgarity and pervy yuck. 

Believably portrayed: for the story internally coheres; it's true to itself.  Here I am, it says, and you must face the fact of my real-in-my-own-terms existence.

Literature doesn't just amuse us, it can be an instrument of detection, a sort of sensor that indicates truths about ourselves and our moral natures despite the fact that the objects in the story may have no existence in the real world.  Just as in a good vampire story we learn - we cannot help learning, if the story works - that good and evil are not simply matters of the will, that involuntary evil is a terrible possibility, so in reading The Lord of the Rings we must take the hint that we DON'T NEED to regard our quotidian cesspit as "normal" and Middle Earth as unrealistic.

It could be the other way round. 

And perhaps these comments aren't so inappropriate on an sf website after all - or at any rate on this one, if we view the classic, yuck-free Old Solar System as a kind of Middle Universe...

2023 December 18th:

A TWO-AUTHOR OSS

Quite a few tales have been written in collaboration, but it's much rarer to find a fictional scenario held in common by more than one author writing independently.  In fact, right now I can only think of one example, which I'll call "the Barnes-Kuttner universe" or BKU.

This site already has a page devoted to part of the BKU, namely Arthur K Barnes' Interplanetary Huntress series, or at any rate the five tales in the book of that name.  At the time I composed that page I thought the book gave us all of that universe.  Thanks to contributor Lone Wolf, I now know that this is far from the case. 

In an ideal world, I'd immediately get cracking on a full-blown page on the BKU as a whole, but the way things are, with so much else on my plate, the project must be postponed; meanwhile, however, I can at least share with you the data which Lone Wolf has sent me, and from which I learned of the BKU's extent.

The list he's emailed me contains twelve related stories.  With the exception of The Seven Sleepers, unavailable online as yet, he has included links to access them:

1. Green Hell by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, June 1937)

2. The Hothouse Planet by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, October 1937)

3. Hollywood on the Moon by Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, April 1938)

4. The Dual World by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, June 1938)

5. Doom World by Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, August 1938)

6. Satellite Five by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, October 1938)

7. The Star Parade by Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, December 1938)

8. The Energy Eaters by Arthur K. Barnes and Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, October 1939)

9. The Seven Sleepers by Arthur K. Barnes and Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, May 1940)

10. Trouble on Titan by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, February 1941)

11. Siren Satellite by Arthur K. Barnes (Thrilling Wonder Stories, Winter 1946)

12. Trouble on Titan by Henry Kuttner (Thrilling Wonder Stories, February 1947)

2023 December 12th:   

RUGGED VERSUS UN-RUGGED MOUNT PICO

Currently, if you search on the Web for Mount Pico (the one on the Moon, not the one in Portugal), you are likely to find references to an interesting comparison between a 1874 illustration and one derived from space-age imaging.

Mons Pico is a dramatic solitary mountain in the northern part of the Mare Imbrium.  The peak and its surround feature in the climax of Earthlight, the 1955 novel by Arthur C Clarke about the build-up and the short course of an interplanetary war.  (For some reason, it seems that the Mare Imbrium area is, with the possible exception of Tycho, the most written-about zone on the Moon.)

Flick your glance between the 1874 and the modern versions and you'll see the obvious contrast in ruggedness. 

2023 December 1st:    

HOMAGE TO BARSOOM - "SLEEPING SILKS AND FURS"

It's very cold at the moment where I live, in Lancashire in the North-West of England.  Cold for me, anyway - whatever a Russian or Canadian might think.

I've made a handy discovery, which is that, in my view, when lying down for an afternoon rest, four old cardigans plus a dressing-gown arranged over me is actually much more comfortable and convenient than a blanket, duvet or throw, and less stifling and a lot less expensive than to rely on the central heating or electric fires.  To give the arrangement glamour I have taken to referring to it as my "sleeping silks and furs".  Now my wife Mary, who has never read the Barsoom books, likes to use the phrase too.

All credit therefore to Edgar Rice Burroughs for making his version of Martian culture so vivid that its usefulness extends thus to Jasoom.

Also, it gets me thinking about the subject of the Barsoomian climate.  Mars must get only about half the solar heat that we do, yet the Barsoomians go around attired in next to nothing, except the folk of Okar and other polar lands who do wrap up somewhat more.  On the face of it, this is a glaring mistake by the author, yet I seem to remember that somewhere or other he does make the point that the Martian sky, being usually cloudless and clear, admits more of the sun's rays than does the atmosphere of Earth, which is why it's quite warm there.  Just about the thinnest excuse one could dream up; yet the important point is, in such cases, that the excuse is made at all. 

That's what separates science fantasy from "mere" fantasy: the excuse-dimension.  It can be as implausible as this one is, yet that perfunctorily respectful nod suffices for the retention of genre-membership.

2023 November 23rd:

LORE OF AN ISLAND ON PLANET THREE

At work on the new Gazeteer page and searching for useful references I came across a very attractive link for the locations in The Day of the Triffids.  (If any of you have not read read John Wyndham's 1951 classic, you've got a treat in store.) 

As a Briton I already knew that the main places in the book are real, but for those of you who can't be expected to know this, the news may satisfy some extra curiosity. 

Personally I prefer terrestrial locations in fiction to be real whenever it's reasonable for them to be so.  For instance I like it that Providence, Rhode Island, exists, and isn't just invented by H P Lovecraft!  Trouble is, one can't claim the same for Arkham and Innsmouth...

Anyhow, one thing is for sure: planet Earth is amazingly real, fantastic though it seems.

2023 November 17th:   

VENUS ISN'T JUPITER

Tex stirred uneasily where he lay on the parapet, staring into the heavy, Jupiterian fog. The greasy moisture ran down the fort wall, lay rank on his lips. With a sigh for the hot, dry air of Texas, and a curse for the adventure-thirst that made him leave it, he shifted his short, steel-hard body and wrinkled his sandy-red brows in the never-ending effort to see.

2023 November 11th:

LEAVING WELL ALONE

In his unputdownable non-fiction book Profiles of the Future Arthur C Clarke is his bullishly optimistic usual self with regard to the benefits of knowledge.  Whether or not Man measures up to his potential, the message is clear: it's good to try.

In one of his best novels, though, the mood is somewhat different.  Childhood's End is the odd-man-out in the Clarke oevre, like The Island of Dr Moreau in Wells' (I only thought of this comparison today).  The tone is basically sombre, although (in the Clarke novel, not the Wells one) we do find some lightness and humour.

It is in the attitude to the Quest for Knowledge that they strike (for me) similar notes.

The Overlords who come from the stars to impose their benevolent rule on Earth have an ultimate and an immediate motive.  The ultimate motive I won't spoil for those who haven't read the book.  The immediate motive is the one that is relevant to what I'm arguing here.  To quote the chief Overlord's words when he finally explains:

"...All down the ages there have been countless reports of strange phenomena - poltergeists, telepathy, precognition - which you have named but never explained.  At first Science ignored them, even denied their existence, despite the testimony of five thousand years.  But they exist and if it is to be complete any theory of the universe must account for them.

"During the first half of the twentieth century, a few of your scientists began to investigate these matters.  They did not know it, but they were tampering with the lock of Pandora's box.  The forces they might have unleashed transcended any perils that the atom could have brought.  For the physicists could only have ruined the Earth: the paraphysicists could have spread havoc to the stars.

"That could not be allowed.  I cannot explain the full nature of the threat you represented... Let us say that you might have become a telepathic cancer, a malignant mentality which in its inevitable dissolution would have poisoned other and greater minds.

"And so we came - we were sent - to Earth..."

Quite profound, for Clarke.  (I regard him as a great writer but a shallow philosopher.) 

Larry Niven's The World of Ptavvs ends with the reluctant concession that some scientific marvels are too dangerous to allow in our culture - hence the suppression of the thrintun thought-amplifier helmet, lest it be used to establish a tyranny.  I like the scene in which it is stipulated that the helmet be thrown into the atmosphere of Jupiter - the statesman who insists upon this step also says he would have preferred to have been dropped into the Sun, but Jupiter would have to do.  (I'm fascinated by the implication of this doubt that even to drop something into the depths of Jupiter might not be to lose it for all time.  How not?  Would the churning clouds possibly bring it to the surface again?  Or might men eventually invent force-fields that would allow them to explore the Giant Planet at any level?)

Then there is Asimov's tale, The Dead Past, in which the invention of a time-viewer turns out to be a disaster.  Another dark story by a writer who is usually a sunny optimist as regards the benefits of Science.

How can knowledge be bad?  Well, remember the saying, "Knowledge is power".  Then perform the substitution and ask: How can power be bad?  Answer: quite easily.

And it's not just that we as a species are corruptible; it's also that we may be insufficiently tough to endure the secrets of the universe.  This thought brings us finally to H P Lovecraft.  Again and again in his best stories his narrators plead for the safety of ignorance.  For if you know too much, the knowledge may destroy you.

...If that abyss and what it held were real, there is no hope.  Then, all too truly, there lies upon this world of man a mocking and incredible shadow out of time.

That speaks to me profoundly.  You may ask why I, a Christian, am such a fan of the atheist Lovecraft who never tired of belittling Man's place in the cosmos and denying any meaning to life.  My answer is: the Lovecraftian view is not the ultimate truth, but I suspect that there are vast stretches of reality where it applies: the non-ultimate but formidable forces of night and chaos.

On that cheery note, let me finish by saying that in the next Roll Off A Tangent YouTube podcast I and my team-mates will be discussing Lovecraft's The Shadow Out of Time.

2023 November 9th: 

MATURE MARTIANS

With a view to spotting literary overlaps which develop the characters of worlds, doubtless I've already (somewhere, on this vast site) compared two different authors' accounts of Martian cultures which, while far from primitive, nevertheless reject the idea of space travel or the technological "rat race". 

This pair of examples comprises C S Lewis' Malacandrians portrayed in Out of the Silent Planet (see my brother's overview of that novel), and Heinlein's enigmatic, formidably mind-powered Martians in Red Planet. 

To be accurate, in Lewis' account it's not so much the Martians themselves but their invisible ruler the Oyarsa, who rejected the option of space-migration as an escape from the primordial cataclysm which rendered most of Mars' surface uninhabitable.  Still, the renunciation theme is clear.

Now, so far as I can remember I haven't yet associated with these two a third example, that of the denizens of the isolated city in Leigh Brackett's The Last Days of Shandakor.  I ought to have thought of it before.  It fits well.

It came to my mind recently because I'd put an extract from the Brackett tale in Guess The World (see A mysterious fortress city on Mars): thinking further about the story I realized that here again is the theme of wise, intelligent Martians who can't be bothered with much technology because their minds dwell on higher things. 

"...we humans of Earth have outstripped yours a million times.  All right, you know or knew some things we haven't learned yet, in optics and some branches of electronics and perhaps in metallurgy.  But..."

I went on to tell him all the things we had that Shandakor did not.  "You never went beyond the beast of burden and the simple wheel.  We achieved flight long ago.  We have conquered space and the planets.  We'll go on to conquer the stars!"

Rhul nodded.  "Perhaps we were wrong.  We remained here and conquered ourselves."  He looked out toward the slopes where the barbarian army waited and he sighed.  "In the end it is all the same."

So there you are: the third example.  When one gets to three, I reckon it must mean something. 

As for what it means: it probably springs from the logic of that sub-genre of OSS tales which portrays a Solar System where space-travel is entirely or mostly in the hands of Terrans.  Something has to explain the fact of Earthlings being spacefarers to the exclusion of other native System cultures.  The easiest answer is that of the natives' renunciation, stemming from their different scale of values. 

The Jovians might be an exception: their world's gravity, rather than their psychology, might be the obstacle to their development of space-flight.  But apart from that, we could just say that Terrans are uniquely restless and - who knows - immature!

2023 October 31st:   

LAWLESS SCIENCE: STYLE AND MOOD

Thinking of the recurrent "realism" issue, I'd like to mention some recent examples that have shouldered forward to claim attention.

I shall start out in the stellar neighbourhood and then work my way in to the OSS heartland.

To fill gaps in the Fictional Dates timeline I have recently been adding reference to some of Lovecraft's tales, and of these the latest that sprang to mind was Beyond the Wall of Sleep.  The chief value of the story for the OSS consists in its exquisite CLUFF regarding the "the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter." of Callisto.  But right now I wish to mention something else. 

In the climax of the tale, we read of the release of a cosmic being from imprisonment inside the body of a patient in a terrestrial mental home, and the almost simultaneous appearance of a nova close to Algol: not just line-of-sight close, but really close, according to a message from the entity.  And the nova is said to stem from the entity's release: this despite Algol being light-years away, so that any nova in that region would not be seen on Earth for many years after its birth.

Well, says I, who cares?  It ought to be child's play for a veteran OSS excuse-maker to think up an explanation.  Spiritual events, psychic events, or whatever one calls them, perhaps do not obey the law forbidding superluminal velocity.  Or maybe it's not velocity at all but instantaneousness.  Hence we could have psychic explanation that performs the same sort of function that the more technological one does in James Blish's A Case of Conscience, where we find another instance of an explosion contemporaneously witnessed at stellar distances.

The point is, however thin the excuse (and I'm not sure it is thin here), the act of bothering to make it shows respect for the role of science in science fiction.  Sure, it's not hard science.  But here's another thing:

Even "hard science" sf authors seem at times to be straining at the restrictions which they believe in.  I'm reminded of this by some recent Guess The World entries set on Europa and Saturn. 

The extract from Clarke, which I've titled Light-seeking creature on Europa, and that from R L Forward, which I've titled Jet-powered inhabitants of Saturn, are both from the pens of extremely "hard" sf writers, yet what really motivates them, I suspect, is the romantic longing for a version of our solar system that harbours extraterrestrial life.

Perhaps they might have objected that their fiction is none the less hard-sf for being also the embodiment of hope.  They might have cited calculations that show that the energy budget of Europa (with energy from tidal forces due to proximity to Jupiter) and that of Saturn (due to gravitational contraction of the gas giant) are sufficient to provide for the evolution of life.

Well, perhaps (though I doubt it).  But if the authors are not romantic, that still leaves the reader with the option...

2023 October 21st:

CYRANO'S GLIMMER OF SOLARIAN SF

My edition of Cyrano de Bergerac's L'Autre Monde (1657) is the translation by Geoffrey Strachan in the New English Library paperback "SF Master Series", and from the date I wrote in biro on the inside cover I see I purchased it on 15th February 1980.  So long ago - and I never had a proper crack at reading it until a couple of days ago, when it occurred to me that I might find something appropriate for Guess The World therein. 

2023 October 17th:   

HUGH WALTERS AND THE RUN-UP TO INTERPLANETARY VOYAGES

Having chosen a few paragraphs from Expedition Venus for yesterday's Guess The World, I got to thinking about why that particular book succeeds so well for me.  It's not an easy thing to explain.  In the story, the time actually spent on Venus is measured in minutes, and the rocket crew don't get any view of the landscape.  Not a promising scenario, one might think.

2023 October 16th:  

LOOKING AHEAD WITH EXCITEMENT TO....  1981

Once as a youngster when in my local library (that of Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, England) I saw a poster on the wall giving information about plans for urban development several years in the future... the completion date being 1981.  Wow, thought I: that date has a really futuristic ring.

Somehow the emotional message "1981 = exciting future" has got stuck in me, a recording that won't stop playing.

And if 1981 is way out in the future, what about 2023?

The beauty of being an sf fan is that if one scenario doesn't work out, you can pick another.  The Clarkeian future hasn't happened and from where I'm standing it's too late for it ever to happen, because even if we get to Mars and further, we're no longer the same human race as existed when I was a space-struck lad.  HOWEVER -

Zip, along comes a different scenario!  Not the cleanly inspiring future of The Sands of Mars, but the weird macabre future of countless other sf visions.  Decline can be as colourful as progress; in fact it is progress, albeit in a different direction.

Towards Clark Ashton Smith's Zothique cycle, perhaps - in the long term.

No, actually, it won't be as cuddly as that - I was just kidding. 

But to get back to the topic of 1981: that was just one year on from the date in which was set Clark Ashton Smith's Master of the Asteroid.  And I've also imagined, with a habit of mind that has become traditional with me for some reason, that the action in The Immortals of Mercury took place in 1981 itself, though the tale doesn't say so.  Somehow it seems the right date for it.

Dates, it seems, have personalities; even more so as the years go by and those in the real continuum catch up with the ones written about fictionally in advance.

For example it's not so long now till 2025, when the voyagers in Burroughs' The Moon Maid reach their destination, while NASA is making its own bid to return to Luna at more or less the same time!

2023 October 14th:   

THE WSQ ARCHIVE - FOUND!

Further to my Diary entry of two days ago, I was happy to get the following email from ace GTW-contributor Lone Wolf concerning Wonder Stories Quarterly:

You mentioned in the OSS Diary that the issues of WSQ from 1930 online have disappeared and since those Neptunian stories seemed interesting to read, I tried to search for them and found them here:

https://comicbookplus.com/?cid=2607

This site (Comic Book+) is one of my sources, not so abundant as Internet Archive, but sometimes I find here some rare issues, that I haven't been able to find  elsewhere. The problem is that they are in format cbz, which I cannot open on my laptop. I used to download them and then convert them into pdf online, but for some reason I cannot do this now (the connection breaks if I try to upload the files to the online converters), so now I can only read them online. So I too live in fear that they may disappear in some moment... 

2023 October 13th:   

STAPLEDON, BESTER, AND RESCUE BY THE WILL

During a breather between chapters of a long epic I thought I'd sketch out possible connections between some of the themes to be found on this site.  What follows here are notes to invite comment rather than a full-blown article.

My remarks on the kallomantle a couple of days ago in this Diary were focused on what I regard as an unconscious, automatic process whereby past cultures acquire an immortal posthumous aura which is additional to, and immune from criticism of, what the cultures used to be during their mortal lifetimes.

But this theme can shade into something more deliberate.  If true reality-engineering is ever achieved, some of the psychic nuts-and-bolts of the kallomantle may well have to form a part of it.

Alfred Bester's great short tale Disappearing Act has the theme of wounded soldiers, hospitalised during a horrific future war, who learn to disappear into some alternate reality which they create themselves.  Probably they don't know how they do it - but they do it.  Olaf Stapledon in his history of mankind's future, Last and First Men, has the enormously powerful and advanced Eighteenth (and Last) Men making backwards contact through time to learn some primitive vigour from the First Men, that is to say ourselves, leaving the reader with the suggestion that the horrors of the past are redeemable through vision and contemplation.  And my own frequently-expressed opinion (si parva licet componere magnis) that the literature of the Old Solar System, in swathing the worlds with associations of story, gifts them with something genuinely intrinsic to their character, is a sort of mystic fun that might count as a light-hearted prelude to a future breakthrough in the moulding of reality.

Risky, though!  I'm reminded of Stephen King's 11.22.63, in which (spoiler alert) the repeated attempts to go back in time to rescue JFK from the assassin's bullet - with the idea that history might thus be spared the Vietnam War - succeed but only at the cost of dangerously weakening the fabric of reality.  The same theme of reality change being overdone occurs in Ben Elton's Time and Time Again, where the object is to prevent World War One, and the attempt to murder Franz Ferdinand at Sarajevo is indeed foiled, but the price is unexpectedly high.

Maybe it's all right if done in moderation.  To quote from Keith Laumer's Knight of Delusions:

"...I thought to frighten you, make you amenable to my wishes - but instead you seized on my own sources of energy and added them to your own.  As a result, you've acquired powers I never dreamed of - fantastic powers!  You'll rend the very fabric of the Cosmos if you go on!"

"Swell; it could stand a little rending..."         

2023 October 12th:

NEPTUNIAN DIFFICULTIES

I thought I'd revisit the online archive of Wonder Stories Quarterly from which, some years back, I had gained access to the two Neptunian adventures by Henrik Dahl Juve, which appeared in the Summer and Fall issues of WSQ respectively.  I well remember how hugely exciting it was for me when I learned that the archive had become available, as for decades I had longed in vain to get hold of the tale depicted so fascinatingly by Frank R Paul in his magazine cover for that Summer 1930 issue (see Neptunian Allure). 

I read both tales and from them had obtained material for the discussion in Neptunian Allure; sometime later, The Monsters of Neptune provided a scene for a December 2017 Guess The World.  Now my idea was to choose some excerpt from the sequel, The Struggle for Neptune, as part of my continuing efforts to stay "ahead of the game" in the matter of ensuring a steady supply of GTW scenes.

I did not expect any problem.  Yet today when I tried to access WSQ for 1930, it was not available!  Issues for the following year are online, but not 1930.

Why should availability fluctuate like this?  Can a story be copyrighted after having been in the public domain?  I don't know.  What I do know is that I shall no longer take the blessings of archival access for granted...

2023 October 11th:   

THE GREATEST TERRAN RPG

Among the nine classic planets of the OSS, Earth is the one whose foibles we are naturally apt to take for granted, but every now and then it's fun to ponder them objectively...  A noteworthy, though mostly unacknowledged, phenomenon of life on our planet is the kallomantle.

An aura, a field of power detectable by the emotions in the form of a retrospective glow, the kallomantle [κάλλος ("beauty") + mantle] can perform some weirdly unexpected feats.  It can belatedly endow historical periods and situations with a glamour which would have been unrecognizable to those people unlucky enough to inhabit the said periods and situations.  But that's not to say the phenomenon is an illusion.  It is absolutely real: only, it is a late-flowering reality.

2023 September 27th:  

ORTS - 2:  THE MARCHING MOUNTAINS OF PLUTO

"We are as good as dead!" yelled Tharb, the hairy Plutonian's big phosphorescent eyes dilated with terror.  "Listen to that!"

Curt became aware of a thunderous, cracking, crashing sound that seemed growing louder and nearer by the minute.

"The Marching Mountains!" Tharb howled.  "We fell right in their path!"

Edmond Hamilton in Calling Captain Future thus plonks his hero in front of the speeded-up glaciers which eternally circle the frigid ninth planet.  What their source of energy is, we are not told, as far as I can recall.  Certainly this is one of the most over-the-top scenes in the entire C.F. canon, which is replete with OSS extravaganzas.  However, the Marching Mountains are not completely unrelated to the real Pluto, as I propose to demonstrate...

Stid:  I reckon, Zendexor, that you're as over-the-top as Captain Future.

Zendexor:  I try, at any rate.  It's my job.  Someone has to perform the altruistic task of reassuring the inhabitants of the RSS that the higher OSS dimension remains imaginatively contiguous...

2023 September 23rd:

ORTS - 1:  THE POLES OF MERCURY

One of my annoying traits is the tendency to create too many acronyms.  In recent years this foible has abated somewhat, but today it surged back, because one occurred to me which I can't resist.

An ORT is an OSS-RSS Trace.  It's some locatable aspect of the Real Solar System which (accidentally or not) can remind us of the fictional Old Solar System. 

Symbolically it's like a vein of actual situational ore from which the imagination may extract a traditional-style fictional idea, and indeed I could have called it an ORE if I'd chosen an E for Extract instead of a T for Trace.  But ORE sounded too ambiguously like physical ore, so I've plumped for ORT, which has the advantage of suggesting the German for "place".

For a general philosophical underpinning see Relations with the real, and for news of discoveries see Science catching up.  Here, however, the term ORT is reserved for places, spots where one might stand and think, hmm, this tingles with closeness to a dimensional boundary between fiction and fact...

My first example comes from the planet Mercury, and I don't know why I haven't thought of it before.  It's intriguing to reflect, that since that planet has no axial tilt, its north and south poles are just as much "Twilight spots" as the old "Twilight Belt" was supposed to be.

In other words, the actual polar Twilight Spots can be viewed as ghostly reimbursements for the loss of OSS Mercury's Twilight Belt.  They are compensatory phenomena, giving us relics of what we used to be able to believe in, and allowing us a couple of OSS-haunted sites in our more humdrum RSS.

Belatedly it has dawned on me that I could have made something of this theme in my novel Valeddom - it would have fit nicely - but there you go: a missed opportunity.  I did mention, in the flashback to ancient Mercury, that the polar zones were the sources of life which crept along the terminator as the planet ceased to rotate.  But it would have been poignant to go further and reflect that men might still one day visit those twilit poles and, perhaps, feel haunted by a scenario that prevailed only in classic sf.

2023 September 21st:

OCTOPOID ALIENS BECALMED IN THE "SARGASSO OF SPACE"

Reading Edmond Hamilton's Star Trail to Glory I came across a memorable passage in which Captain Future discovers an interstellar craft with its voyagers in suspended animation (a theme Hamilton developed much later in The Weapon From Beyond):

2023 August 27th:

ROCKLYNNE'S FAR-FUTURE MARS

"Lone Wolf" sent me this comment on Liam Hankins' new page, What makes a good Mars story:

I saw the new Liam Hankins' article on the site about the Mars stories and their types and something came to my mind - he mentions about what he calls "Phase Four" type of story that he hasn't heard of any such which takes place explicitly on Mars, and then I remembered that I've actually read something like that, but couldn't remember what and where... Anyway, the thought bugged me and after a lot of rummaging in my archives and online I finally found it - it's a story by Ross Rocklynne called The Empress of Mars, first published in Fantastic Adventures, May 1939 (https://comicbookplus.com/?dlid=37041). It is set on Mars of the far future - 3000 years after the collapse of the interplanetary civilization, when the remaining descendants of the Earthmen live on the planets as isolated barbaric societies. Apart from that it's more like a Conan-type heroic fantasy, only set on Mars and involving a lot of world-building about the local culture and native life (most of which is provided as footnote quotes from fictional research works) and still leaving some controversies - for instance, it doesn't become clear who build the canals, were there any real native Martians before that, when were written those fictional surveys, if this is a feudal society in the far future, etc.

2023 July 27th:   

SEARCHING FOR FURTHER ADVENTURES ON SASSOOM

This morning I finally got round to something which has been on my "to-do" list for a while: search online for possible sequels to Burroughs' last story, Skeleton Men of Jupiter.

Apart from a reference to one comic, Lost on Jupiter, which isn't what I want, all I found were references to people saying what a pity it is that ERB didn't continue with his Jovian saga.

I find it hard to believe, however, that during the years since 1943 nobody has written a continuation of the unfinished story.  Would any readers care to comment?

Well do I remember the last sentence of Skeleton Men: "Soon my Dejah Thoris would be again in my arms."  That's a heavy hint, is it not, that when John Carter alights from his sky-craft he will nevertheless find that she's not there waiting for him after all: something will have happened, as it usually does, to place the Incomparable further out of reach for a while.  And personally I also read into the last paragraph or so a hint that Carter's own reception is not going to be what he expects: he may well be detained, imprisoned, threatened for some reason in a manner he didn't expect, as he was among the people of Horz in the first part of Llana of Gathol.  So there you have two clues.

Next one could focus the Implicizer onto the whole business of working out what happens next...

Incidentally, while searching online as mentioned above, I came across a chronology of events in ERB's fiction.  It contains references to many works written by other people as additions to the oeuvre, including various rather ridiculous attempts to mix the personnel (Tarzan going to Venus and meeting Carson Napier, for instance).  But no solid-looking continuation (yet) of Skeleton Men.

2023 July 12th:

THE MINIMUM NOD OF RESPECT FOR SCIENCE

The Minnorfsci is nicely exemplified by the specimen given here.

To start with, our invaluable researcher/contributor "Lone Wolf" sent me an extract from a tale by Nelson S Bond set on the tiny asteroid Eros and endowing it with a lush landscape.  (I used the extract in Guess The World.)  Lone Wolf remarked:

It is mentioned... that Eros has neutronium core to explain its Earth-like gravity, that permits existence of atmosphere and life.

2023 July 4th:

TRAVEL AND ITS EFFECT ON MARTIAN CIVILIZATION
IN BRACKETT AND BURROUGHS

Now that's a good title for a Ph.D. thesis.  Here, though, just a few lines on the subject, following on from the previous Diary entry.

I simply wish to point out a contrast, or rather a reversal, which I've never so explicitly noticed before:

In the Brackett Mars tales, travel by advanced means (i.e. spaceships) is plentiful to and from the planet, but once you're there your mobility is quite primitive: you can only ride slowly from point A to point B on the surface of the planet.  The situation on Burroughs' Barsoom is the opposite.  Space travel in the normal sense of the word hardly exists (Swords of Mars is a partial exception) but, on the other hand, for those who live on it, fast travel around the planet itself is plentifully available, by means of the wonderful Barsoomian flyers and aerial navies.

The Ph.D. thesis - which I'll leave for one of you to write - should explore this contrast's literary consequences. 

Talking of travel, I shall be away from home for a few days from tomorrow.  (I'll be back the following Monday, the 10th.)  I'm going with my spouse to a 50th-anniversary matriculation dinner at Churchill College, Cambridge, where I read History from 1973 to 1976.  Little did I know then about websites...

2023 July 3rd:   

BRACKETT, BRADBURY AND "PAST-FUTURE" DATES

To start with, here are some comments from the contributor "Lone Wolf" on questions which arose from the page on the Chronology of Captain Future: 

Since you mentioned the universe of Leigh Brackett in the foreword on the page and that a similar research might be done on it too, I'll say that this has already been done, more or less. There is this quite informative article in Wikipedia about the Solar System of Leigh Brackett, which I used once to find the titles of the stories to read, related to particular planets:  https://en-academic.com/dic.nsf/enwiki/1845110# (there are also links to the separate articles for every planet). The chronology is discussed in the end - it seems some of the stories here are also set in the late XX - early XXI centuries (for instance the date of establishing of the trade city of Kahora on Mars is derived indirectly from these stories as being as early as 1981!).  There is also this author - Blue Tyson, who does a detailed investigation of Leigh Brackett's "future history": https://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/14784/1/leigh-bracketts-future-history-connecting-the-stories-an-exa.

I get a peculiar feeling of nostalgia when I read these stories, which are supposed to happen in a future that is now already past, but their Zeitgeist belongs to that era, when they were written, or even earlier. At that time they were considered as a fictional projection into the future, while now we perceive them as a kind of alternative history. And the same with The Martian Chronicles of Bradbury - I've read that in their latest edition the dates given in the book were changed to 31 years later, so that everything begins not in 1999, but in 2030. But somehow this doesn't seem right to me - I'd rather change it to 31 years earlier, as if the first interplanetary flights have begun somewhere in the 1960s, and all the characters and events would seem more proper to that era, if not even earlier. And I actually came across an earlier version of the story The Long Years, published separately in some magazine in the 1940s (I think it was "Planet Stories", but unfortunately I don't remember the details), where the events were actually set somewhere in the 1990s and not in 2026, as in the book, so maybe my idea is not so crazy...

2023 July 1st:

LIFE BEGINS AT 69 (FOR ZENDEXOR ANYWAY)

Sometimes my wife Mary comes up with a really good idea, of which a noteworthy example is her recent suggestion that I retire from tutoring.  Financially this is possible because she will receive her state pension soon - from September onwards - and with hers added to mine we can get by.  Yippeee!  Not that I don't like my pupils; they've been a great bunch, and a thought-provoking corrective to horror stories of repulsive Yoof.  But since I'll turn 70 next January and lack the dynamism of yore, I feel entitled to a rest.

This will, I hope, mean that I can devote more attention to this website and to my ongoing online epic, Uranian Throne.  Already, ideas are fizzing in my head at an increased rate.  And it's just as well that the planet Ooranye should get more careful attention, since the more the story grows the greater the need to guard against the inconsistencies which naturally tend to creep in to such a sprawling opus.

2023 June 20th:   

A MERCURIAN CUSS-WORD, AND OTHER MATTERS

Some notes sent me by Lone Wolf along with his contribution of Guess The World entry 277:

...A funny short story, set as reportages from Mercury, and I wish there was more of it. The authors did quite a world-building for just one short story, but if they ever wrote more of this like a series (for instance, continuing it on other planets), I don't know... There is also mention of a tenth planet in the Solar system, called Hermes, discovered from the observatory on the night-side of Mercury. And here are some examples of the native Mercurian speech: 

"Bonskosk, Chief: Which in the local patois means Good morning, Hello, Howdy, Cheerio, Have-a-Drink, How's-your-liver... Take your pick, Chief. The natives have only two hundred basic terms – grunts would be more descriptive – to take care of all their lingual needs."

"...Ransmurl! Which is a Mercurian cuss-word, that covers all cuss-words in the Milky Way galaxy and ten others…"

2023 June 13th:   

HOPING AGAINST HOPE

Swirling around in the depths of my mind, a vast number of classif sf tales undergo intermittent bondings with one another, associations which surprise me, such as the following which I will introduce to you in the form of a riddle.  It's a riddle which none of you could guess - I would safely bet any money on that.

Here it is:

What created my recent mental bond between Isaac Asimov’s The Dead Past and Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Swords of Mars?

The Dead Past (Astounding Science Fiction, April 1956) is one of Asimov’s best stories.  A scientist learns to dread the use of the Chronoscope, a device to view the past.  He realizes that his wife would not be able to stop herself from obsessively watching the end of the life of their little girl who died in a fire; repeat viewings, in the insane hope that somehow the child's fate would turn out differently, would be impossible to resist, bringing psychological disaster.  The moral of the tale: not all great technological advances are a good thing (which is an interesting message to come from the progressive Dr Asimov).

How can Swords of Mars bear comparison with that sombre message?  Because, equally insanely, I keep re-reading it in the hope that the book’s great disappointment will somehow cease. 

The let-down comes after a great promise.  I always thrill to what looks to be a great adventure for John Carter and his companions as they approach Phobos, which is subject to a unique physical law whereby all inhabitants and visitors shrink proportionately in such a way as effectively to increase that tiny satellite to the dimensions of a planet.  A whole world, waiting to be discovered!  Yippee!  But then, almost immediately, the protagonists get captured, their movements restricted, and I'm allowed hardly anything of the big scene.  Again and again, every few years, I pick up the book and enjoy its prospects only to groan inwardly as I approach the castle of Ul Vas…  which doesn’t stop me from the next re-reading…

Cue the narrator’s plea in the Asimov tale:  “Let the dead past go!”

2023 June 5th:

HEINLEIN IN SUPPORT OF OSS VENUS

Having provided the answer to the latest Guess The World scene - see Wielding a machete on an insect on Venus - the reader who contributed the excerpt, Lone Wolf, has informed me regarding the story (Tenderfoot in Space by Robert A Heinlein, Boy' Life, May-July 1958):

...it was published in three parts in this boy scout magazine (the excerpt is from part 3 from July 1958). It seems that it was written a year earlier and then republished only after the death of the author [Heinlein died in 1988]. I am not sure to which of his versions of Old Venus it is related (he seems to have created several), it could be that from Space Cadet, but in an earlier age, since some amphibian creatures called "kteela" are mentioned here, although in this story it is not sure whether they are intelligent and there is no contact with them yet. 

It's interesting what says Heinlein himself in a short introduction, added to the manuscript he sent to the library (according to the information here ):

" This was written a year before Sputnik and is laid on the Venus earthbound astronomers inferred before space probes. Two hours of rewriting—a word here, a word there—could change it to a planet around some other star. But to. what purpose? Would The Tempest be improved if Bohemia had a sea coast? If I ever publish that collection of Boy Scout stories, this story will appear unchanged."

2023 May 29th:   

BANK HOLIDAY THOUGHTS

A pleasant, sunny Bank Holiday Monday - what used to be the Whitsun Bank Holiday and coincidentally this year is actually the day following Pentecost - today was full of warm sunshine where I live (Heysham, Lancashire, England, Earth) and I sat out some of the time re-reading some of David Fromkin's In the Time of the Americans, a sort of multiple-biography centred around those decision-makers who moulded America's foreign policy and directed America's rise to world power in the years 1900-1960.  It's a great read.

It got me thinking, wouldn't it be great if a book of the same structure could be written about the great American SF writers of the Golden Age, say 1920s to 1960s.  It really cries out to be written: a big fat book interweaving the biographies insofar as they can be interwoven (and much could be done in that line; a lot of the writers knew each other) and taking all available opportunities to link the various life-stories to the history of the time.

It could be a wonderful book.  The explosive efflorescence of the sf imagination in those years bears comparison, in my view, with the sudden leap in human thought in the sixth century BC (the Ionian philosophers and the Buddha, and possibly Zoroaster)...  but as a culture we're too close to the phenomenon to appreciate it in perspective.  Indeed a book which tried to deal with the whole thing might try to generalize so much as to seem dull; but one which concentrated on the USA and on the anecdotal / biographical approach could be a riveting read.

2023 May 15th: 

THE GOOD GUESSES OF YORE

I'd like to share with readers a recent email I received from Guess The World's contributor, Lone Wolf.

It concerns the way some pre-Space-Age writers have scored hits or near-hits in their descriptions of other worlds.  Lone Wolf writes:

I remember reading somewhere in the OSS Diary on the site about C.S. Lewis describing a blue sunrise on Mars (I hadn't noticed this when I read the book in the early 90s, when there still weren't pictures from the space probes available to view) [note: this was in Eastern Europe]. Recently I was rereading O.A. Kline's Martian novels and found something similar, although quite short and without any details. In "The Swordsman of Mars" there is such a passage:

"Presently the sun, heralded only by a brief dawn-light in this tenuous atmosphere, popped above the horizon, its blue-white shafts instantly dissipating the cold, and swiftly melting the shell of ice which covered the canal. " 

It's probably just a fluke, but still curious. 

Then, while reading A.K. Barnes' story "Trouble on Titan" (from "The Interplanetary Huntress" series), I stumbled upon another curious piece:

"Saturn loomed gigantic in the sky. Its eternal rainbow rings looked so near, it seemed almost as if one could reach out and break off a piece."

No more details again, but I don't remember any other author mentioning the "rainbow rings" of Saturn before the pictures taken by Voyager 2. 

Perhaps there can be made a whole collection of such right or almost right guesses from the old SF, together with that of Lewis and also Carl Selwyn's description of the moons of Pluto, which I sent you some time ago. ["The three moons of Pluto hung low in the east and the enormous Great Moon, the nearby satellite of the planet, arose beside their departing light, a darker green." From Exiles of the Three Red Moons (see What to see on Pluto).]

2023 May 2nd:   

LOPER CIVILIZATIONS

...Yes, they could find things.  Civilizations, perhaps.  Civilizations that would make the civilization of Man seem puny by comparison.  Beauty and, more important, an understanding of that beauty.  And a comradeship no one had ever known before...

On re-reading the above passage in Desertion - Clifford Simak's immortal ten-page classic - I got to focusing more sharply than before on the possibilities of a civilization created in the vastness of Jupiter by the long-lived and multi-sensory Lopers.

Such a civilization wouldn't be characterized by physical cities; on the tale's version of Jupiter, the construction materials and techniques for building would not be available.  Nor would they be needed.  Lopers are so strong, they can live in the open, the giant planet's howling maelstroms being mere gentle breezes to them. 

Nevertheless these creatures' bodies and minds are so equipped, that they could create realms and empires of awareness.  Here's how I imagine it might work: if for example a Loper notices some new relation or aspect of his environment, he can share that connection with his fellows, who in turn might build on it with further bolt-on bits of awareness, till a new "city" of appreciation arises, as firm and solid in the mind as London weighs on the banks of the Thames.

Then again - who knows - maybe I'm wrong to dismiss the chance of material buildings: in addition to the edifices of mind, mind-over-matter might also enable the construction of new types of physical cities too, types which can withstand the worst that the Jovian weather can hurl.

No doubt about it, Desertion is an open-ended tale par excellence.

2023 May 1st:   

THE WEAVING FLOW OF ERB'S PROSE

More thoughts from my re-reading of The Master Mind of Mars:

I took the trouble to note an unexceptional paragraph which seems to embody the unobtrusive enchantment of the author's style.  It's not quite a "conversational" style - though, more often than not, it goes with first-person narration.  Rather than "conversational", I would pick a term like "loose, flexible and relaxed", with the proviso that it's not at all rambling or diffuse; and it can vary its direction like a yachtsman is able to tack to and fro while keeping his aim in view.

Here is the paragraph - it's from page 38 of my edition of the book, and is from the chapter entitled "The Compact":

But I was presently to learn that he had an excellent reason for what he was doing - Ras Thavas always had an excellent reason for whatever he did.  One night after we had finished our evening meal he sat looking at me intently as he so often did, as though he would read my mind, which, by the way, he was totally unable to do, much to his surprise and chagrin; for unless a Martian is constantly upon the alert any other Martian can read clearly his every thought; but Ras Thavas was unable to read mine.  He said that it was due to the fact that I was not a Barsoomian.  Yet I could often read the minds of his assistants, when they were off their guard, though never had I read aught of Ras Thavas' thoughts, nor, I am sure, had any other read them.  He kept his brain sealed like one of his own blood jars, nor was he ever for a moment found with his barriers down.

Now to mark each of the four supple inflection points [SIPs] - the tacking-style changes of direction - in this piece of prose:

But I was presently to learn that he had an excellent reason for what he was doing - Ras Thavas always had an excellent reason for whatever he did.  One night after we had finished our evening meal he sat looking at me intently as he so often did, as though he would read my mind, [SIP] which, by the way, he was totally unable to do, much to his surprise and chagrin; for unless a Martian is constantly upon the alert any other Martian can read clearly his every thought; [SIP] but Ras Thavas was unable to read mine.  He said that it was due to the fact that I was not a Barsoomian.  [SIP] Yet I could often read the minds of his assistants, when they were off their guard, [SIP] though never had I read aught of Ras Thavas' thoughts, nor, I am sure, had any other read them.  He kept his brain sealed like one of his own blood jars, nor was he ever for a moment found with his barriers down.

2023 April 30th:   

THE SNAG TO BRAIN-TRANSPLANTS FOR MARTIAN RULERS

In general my trouble with re-reading the Barsoom books is that I know them so well, I can hardly read them anew...  but a few days ago I did, after all, find within me a yen to re-read The Master Mind of Mars.  It appears I chose the right moment.  The ever-rolling stream of Time had finally reached the stage where I was ready to be refreshed by volume 6 of the Barsoomian saga.  Indeed some details I had forgotten...  a sign it was about time for a re-charge.

However, something else also happened.  It occurred to me for the first time, the risk Xaxa was taking in getting Ras Thavas to give her old brain a new body.  For a despotic ruler to undergo a radical change of outward appearance, in a culture which is based on the personal recognition of that ruler, is more or less to invite rebellion. 

I mean to say, just consider the issues if England's Henry the Eighth had had the services of Ras Thavas.  Henry in his mid-fifties, going to pieces physically, might well have yearned for a younger body - but would he have dared to go for the option?  I very much doubt it.  Perhaps if the operation had been carried out in a blaze of publicity, with observers ready to attest that the King's brain was the one placed in the young body, he might have tried it.  On the other hand plenty of people might have had motives to cast doubt on the proceedings.  Look what happened at the birth of the son of James the Second.  People didn't want to believe the baby was his, or that there was a baby at all; so they invented the "warming pan plot".

Now then - am I criticising Burroughs and accusing him of implausibility?  Perish the thought.  I am not accusing but praising him for his implausibility; admiring him for the way he bamboozled me for so long.  One test of a great writer is how far he can suspend not only our disbelief but our critical faculties.  

Besides, you could say it just goes to show how old Xaxa's nasty personality shone through.  Even when she was no longer ugly to look at, her courtiers had no doubt it was she.

So, come to think of it, ERB can be awarded his certificate of (psychological) plausibility after all.

2023 April 28th:   

A WORD PUT RIGHT

Recently re-reading an old favourite, Clark Ashton Smith's The Door to Saturn (due to be discussed in Sunday's up-coming podcast), I came across the jarring use of "hardly" in the final paragraph:

At length they were recalled by a special dispensation from the hierophant who had been chosen as Morghi's temporary successor. But the result of the whole affair was hardly regrettable from the standpoint of the hierarchy of Yhoundeh. It was universally believed that Eibon had not only escaped by virtue of the powerful magic he had learned from Zhothaqquah but had made away with Morghi into the bargain. As a consequence of this belief, the faith of Yhoundeh declined, and there was a widespread revival of the dark worship of Zhothaqquah throughout Mhu Thulan in the last century before the onset of the great Ice Age.

You can tell, I'm sure, that "hardly" can't be the right word to make sense in this context.  We want something which means more or less the opposite.

I was reading the tale in my much-loved old Panther Books edition of volume 2 of Lost Worlds.  Probably it's not the first time I noticed the mis-matched word.  This time, however, I checked it against the online text in the Smith website www.elddritchdark.com (a great, convenient-to-use site) and, despite my habitual pessimism, the text of the tale contained what must be the right word - 

...the result of the whole affair was highly regrettable from the standpoint of the hierarchy of Yhoundeh...

Sigh of satisfaction.

2023 April 17th:   

"HEROID": NEVER WASTE A GOOD TYPO

I can't resist telling people of a recent instance of the above principle: I was busy on my trawl through past episodes of Uranian Throne for my ongoing compilation of an index of proper names, when I came across a word that I'd typed as "heroid" instead of "heroic".

By golly I like that one, thought I - always on the look-out for free accidental help in the world-building business.  Must think: what could "heroid" mean?  A heroid is someone who is ambiguously heroic, uncertainly or marginally heroic; relating to the main word as "humanoid" relates to "human" maybe.  Anyhow, it stands as it is and goes into the Reference Page.

How fortunate that the "c" and the "d" are close to each other on the keyboard.

2023 April 10th:

LIFE ANYWHERE

It would have been good if I had spotted the following passage yesterday: it would have made the perfect life-affirming Easter entry for the Diary.  Still, better a bit late than never; Easter Monday will have to do.

...I lay, still awake, still watchful, looking up at the star-filled sky, and considered a form of life that had never been on Earth.  On Earth no life could exist that was born of dryness, that dissolved and became something else at a touch of moisture.  Even on Mars only a narrow region, a valley sheltered by hills from cloud and moisture, could have been its birthplace, and that near the equator of the planet.  Thinking of it, and seeing the inevitability that life would be born in, and adapted to, all conditions, I wondered what form what we knew as life would take on gaseous bodies like the sun, on worlds of snow and ice and frozen gases like the planet Neptune.  For what I had seen seemed to imply, to me, that life was not a unique thing, existing only in a form adapted to the special conditions of our planet, Earth, but a fundamental regenerative quality of all matter...

What a marvellous phrase: a fundamental regenerative quality of all matter.  I've read Rex Gordon's No Man Friday more times than I can count, but this shows that even now I can still find things in it that I hadn't noticed or appreciated before.

It makes one think whether, even now, we might find truly alien life in the Solar System.  It's a half-justification for seeing the OSS as real.  Only half, because we know we won't find terrain in which Earthmen can wander about without wearing pressure suits... though perhaps (depending on the temperature gradient) there's the possibility of ballooning in one's shirtsleeves in the clouds of the gas giants!

2023 April 7th:   

DATING THE DEMISE

Arthur C Clarke's Profiles of the Future is a delightful work of non-fiction that ought to charm any reader.  I possess the original which came out in 1962 and the 1982 revised version.  Despite some differences between them, I find the similarities more interesting.

One which I noted just when browsing today, is a surprising bit of carelessness in the 1982 edition.  In speaking of the difficulties of planetary colonisation on page 118, Clarke says that Mercury

...has such a slow rotation period that the sun takes 88 of our days to cross the sky.  As the solar radiation is also ten times more intense than on Earth, the temperature at the centre of the illuminated hemisphere must rise to 700 or 800 degrees Fahrenheit.  And on the dark side, where the only heat received is the feeble glow of starlight, it is as least four hundred degrees below zero.

This doesn't sound like an account written by someone who has been apprised of the lamentable discovery, made in the 1960s, that Mercury in fact does not have sun-synchronous rotation.  I might playfully apostrophize: "Who'd have thought my retro-sf yarn Valeddom would be backed up by Clarke, of all people!"

He took more care when revising his earlier thoughts on the possibility of finding ancient Martian life.  In the first edition, back in 1962, he had approached the topic this way (p.91):

The existence of extra-terrestrial life is, of course, the greatest of the many unknowns awaiting us on the planets.  We are now fairly certain that there is some form of vegetation on Mars; the seasonal colour changes, coupled with recent spectroscopic evidence, give this a high degree of probability.  As Mars is an old and perhaps dying world, the struggle for existence may have led to some weird results.  We had better be careful when we land.

Where there is vegetation, there may be higher forms of life; given sufficient time, Nature explores all possibilities.  Mars has had plenty of time, so those parasites on the vegetable kingdom known as animals may have evolved there.  They will be very peculiar animals, for they will have no lungs.  There is not much purpose in breathing when the atmosphere is practically devoid of oxygen.    [Shades of Rex Gordon's Martians!]

Beyond this, biological speculation is not only pointless but distinctly unwise, since we will know the truth within another ten or twenty years - and perhaps much sooner.  The time is fast approaching when we will discover, once and for all, whether the Martians exist.

The twenty years went by, and in 1983 he introduced the topic as follows:

The existence of extra-terrestrial life is, of course, the greatest of the many unknowns awaiting us on the planets. Venus, with its searing temperatures and poisonous, high-pressure atmosphere, is a total write-off; but the case of Mars is still an open question.

Now that we have mapped the whole surface of the planet from space, we know that there are no large-scale artefacts - cities, road systems, canals...  The two Viking landers, which surveyed a few acres on a world whose area equals that of all Earth's continents, found no trace of life, or even of organic compounds.  Today, Mars seems to be dead; but there is evidence that at one time it had running water and a much denser atmosphere.  Why should Nature, which never misses an opportunity, have overlooked this one?

Scattered over the face of a world with a topography at least as varied as our planet's may be many oases harbouring life, like the thriving colonies recently discovered around the hot springs on the bed of the Pacific.  Mas has continually surprised us in the past; long-held preconceptions have been overturned again and yet again.  Until we have explored it thoroughly, we cannot dismiss the possibility of Martian life forms - even, improbable though it now seems, of "Martians".

It is much more likely, however, that if Mars ever produced intelligent life, we have missed it by geological ages...

I titled this diary entry "Dating the Demise", but it seems from the above extract that the idea of Martians may not be dead even now.  For what we know about Mars in 2023 isn't decisively different, as far as that question is concerned, from what we knew in 1983.

To finish, I'll cite another quotation from both editions of Profiles of the Future:

...in a universe of a hundred thousand million suns, almost any possibility is a certainty - somewhere, some time...

Could it be that somewhere, some time, some beings invent how to bring wishful thinking to life?  

2023 April 4th:   

THE SANDS OF MARS AND PERELANDRA - AN OVERLAP

Both the above works are among my super-favourites, of which I have long lost count of the re-readings. 

Last night I regretfully came to the end of yet another re-reading of The Sands of Mars, and wondered if I might manage to say something about Clarke's novel that hasn't yet been discussed on the site.  Today it came to me that there is room for a surprising comparison.

Ostensibly it would seem far-fetched to link the writing of the profoundly religious C S Lewis with that of Arthur C Clarke, whose intellectual grasp of theology never advanced beyond caricature.  Yet in one respect the two masterpieces mentioned above are akin.

I myself would gladly live either in Clarke's Martian colony or in the unfallen Venusian realm which Lewis describes, and my reasons for taking those options would be that my life would be sustained by an endless glow of wonder and sense of purpose.

Purpose - that is what critics of Lewis' vision fail to take into account: those who call it a "candifloss paradise" (I believe someone called Mike Ashley used that term) are ignoring the care that the author took to emphasize that there is a lot more to Perelandra than the realm of Tor and Tinidril: an additional largeness exemplified by the protagonist's glimpses of the world of the deeps and the underland.  Besides, a fairly non-entrepreneurial type like me would be happy on the idyllic floating islands, since I see no inherent value in bustle and hustle while a numinous value shines its infinite and gratuitous light through everyday things.  But in any case, as is explained towards the novel's ending, Venus is going to be prepared, over the ensuing ten thousand years (Venusian years, presumably) for an eschatological outcome, a battle against the evil of the Silent Planet.

Therefore, against the superficially ambition-less life on Perelandra must be weighed a huge cosmic destiny.  And something immensely positive can likewise be weighed against the restrictions of life on Clarke's Mars.  Thus, if I were going to live there I would say to myself, the landscape might (though beautiful in its way) be more monotonous than Earth's, and life has to be lived with fewer embellishments, but in return for that I'd be accorded the fantastic privilege of participating in the renewal of a world, as the years go by and I can watch and experience the gradual warming of the planet in accordance with Project Dawn.

Purpose and meaning - they show, when they are so brilliantly portrayed, that Clarke's irreligion did not reach downward into his heart.  At the deepest level his work accesses that same spiritual spring from which Lewis' fully conscious vision flows.

2023 February 23rd:   

EARTH ACCRETION - ROBOTIC INITIATIVE

I am currently re-reading Barrington Bayley's The Rod of Light, his sequel to Soul of a Robot.  Both volumes of the duology are equally stunning.  In the sequel, Jasperodus, the construct into whom consciousness has been ducted, strives to prevent robotkind from learning the secret of stealing the souls of men.  As in the first volume, the action takes place on Earth several thousand years in our future. 

The OSS-style relevance to Earth-considered-as-a-planet comes from an event some eight hundred years before Jasperodus' career:

...The hill, a huge lump of iron, nickel and other metals in lesser amounts, including rare earths, was the source of all the building material in the robot city, and had also supplied the bodies of many of its inhabitants.  It was, in fact, an impacted asteroid shard, one of hundreds scattered about the world.  Jasperodus had pieced together the story of their arrival on Earth, and they were testimony to the most risk-ridden period in all history.

The bombardment dated from the last days of the Rule of Tergov.  Earth's minerals were long since exhausted: for centuries she had imported all her raw materials from elsewhere in the solar system.  Evidently there had been someone in those last desperate days - someone who still commanded resources and had the power to act - who knew that organised society was irretrievably lost and that the Dark Period, as it became known, lay ahead.  That same someone had also realized that, without metals, Earth could never again give rise to a technological culture.

The solution was a ruthless programme to reprovision the planet before it was too late.  A number of ferrous asteroids had been deflected from their transmartian orbits and placed in near-Earth orbit, where they were broken into smaller pieces and directed into the atmosphere...

Jasperodus has no proof of who had decided upon this drastic scheme, which must have involved appalling loss of life.  But, he concludes:

...No human would have had the nerve for it - it was too horrendous.  A human would have hesitated, delayed, hoped for another solution... until finally there was no longer the possibility for taking action.

It must have been robots.  Robots, servants of Tergov with an undending sense of duty...

And so some extra mountains of stuff were added to Earth's mass. 

Now for a statement in Sky and Telescope magazine's July 2006 issue:

All things considered, says meteor specialist Peter Brown (University of Western Ontario), roughly 40,000 metric tons of interplanetary matter strike Earth's atmosphere every year.

Most of this consists of tiny particles of meteoric dust, but even so, it adds to Earth's mass, since presumably it gradually falls to the surface.  This is fact, not fiction: our planet is increasing, is gradually being augmented.  Of course the increase is tiny compared to the total existing mass of our world, but even so, it's real, it's something.  In say a hundred million years, it would (if the increase was kept up) amount to 4,000,000,000,000 tons of extra material. 

This, in round figures, is roughly a million millionth of the mass of the Earth.  Distributed evenly over Earth's surface, how much would such an amount of rock and metal increase the surface area of our world?  Two hundred million square miles divided by a million million means... duh... (readers please check my arithmetic) an extra one-five-thousandth of a square mile, or about 5500 square feet.  Oh well.  Enough for a good-sized detached house and garden, I'd say.

But of course if the robots of Tergov take a hand, it might be more.

2023 February 16th:   

POCKETS OF ATMOSPHERE

Re-reading Barrington Bayley's masterpiece Soul of a Robot - the action of which takes places almost entirely on Earth, with a short scene in low Earth orbit - I noticed this time an aspect which I'd previously overlooked. 

It's in the press report of the Emperor Charrane's rash attempt to extend his rule to Mars.  I have put the key words in bold:

"...It is now little over a year since explorers first discovered that human communities still exist on Mars despite having been cut off for eight centuries from the mother planet, basing their way of life on the deep fissures and rills in the Martian surface where they have learned how to maintain a breathable atmosphere..."

I'm slightly surprised I hadn't swooped on this reference in previous readings, as it gets me going on one of my hobby-horses, namely the idea of separate pockets of atmosphere, as contrasted with a continuous envelope of breathable air.

So far as I know, there is not a single novel in OSS literature which is centred on the possibilities of this theme, though it would richly allow the blend of two types of thrill: that of a voyage between worlds, and that of a trek across a planet - since if a surface trek involves crossing a vacuum from one air-pool to another, the fascinations overlap. 

I can think of a couple of stories which touch on the theme: Weinbaum's Redemption Cairn, involving a trek across Europa, and Brackett's Shannach - The Last, which (if memory serves me correctly) contains the suggestion that habitable valleys in Mercury's Twilight Belt are cut off from one another by airless ridges.  I dare say there are others.

Preponderantly, however, the idea remains virgin territory - so my advice to literary geniuses is, go to it!

2023 January 29th:   

FROM CHAUCER TO PLUTO

For my birthday my brother game me Confessions of a Philosopher by Bryan Magee, and since then I've been reading it with enthralled fascination.

Perhaps it has played its part in nudging me to instantiate or reify [good words, these; just can't resist them] my tendency to regard Pluto as a proper planet despite the 2006 IAU decision which demoted it to "dwarf planet".

First, to explain where Chaucer fits in:

For my A-level English course in the sixth form at Hemel Hempstead school, one of my set texts was Chaucer's long poem in seven-line stanzas, Troilus and Criseyde.  Appreciation of this medieval work naturally involved learning something about what and how people of that period thought about the world.  One aspect I found memorable was their view of the mechanics of eyesight: that's to say, of what actually happens when we see something.

It's the opposite of our modern scientific view.  Chaucer's characters believe sight occurs by means of a beam of radiance shooting out from the eye and impacting the object of vision, not the other way round.

The implications are thought-provoking, to say the least.  It would mean that the more people look at a thing, the more that object gets splattered with the force of the various glances or stares. That ought to have some actual physical effect, if we apply Einstein's e = m c-squared and rearrange the equation to show that m [the gain in matter from reception of the radiation] = e [the energy of the process] divided by c-squared.  The effect is small of course.  But over time it should amount to something significant, I should have thought, in some cases; and here I tend to get diverted into one of my favourite unanswered questions, that of Earth-accretion.  I ponder how the Earth must must have gained a measurable amount of mass from all its bombardment by solar radiation over the ages... though maybe in the Earth's case this gain is smaller than the net loss caused by atmospheric leakage due to being knocked about by that same solar radiation... but hold on, I'm digressing.

Back to the Chaucer-Pluto line of argument, I shall develop the theme from that of sight as agency, to that of thought as agency:

The people who considered Pluto to be a planet, during the years 1930-2006 when officially it was so regarded, were affecting it physically, splattering it with their belief.  Every thought-missile hurled at it helped to accumulate its load of planethood.

Such an idea seems fanciful, yet reading Bryan Magee's book makes me more inclined to take it seriously (though that's not to say Magee would).  The distinction between observer and observed is, as we're frequently told, blurred in physics; but also I increasingly doubt the sharpness of the distinction between one object and another.  Without degenerating into some kind of monist mush, I nevertheless think that a kind of slurry, in which objects never achieve total separation one from another, is rather like how it is...  and so it's not so hard to view the planet Pluto and the folk on Earth who think about it as in a sense part of one ramshackle linked system.

The term "planet" is a cultural one anyway.  A planet is whatever people decide is a planet.  One can make up rules, but they are akin to descriptions of how we tend to feel, rather than scientifically meaningful constraints.  I suggest that apart from the giant Galilean satellites and Titan, a planet is an object with an average diameter of at least 1,000 miles [note this useful swipe at the metric system] which orbits a star, or (in the case of rogue planets) doesn't...

2023 January 14th:   

COMMUNICATION WITH THE MOON

A remark in an email some weeks ago which I received from my correspondent and contributor "Lone Wolf", has prompted me to tell any readers who may not already know, that the nineteenth century saw some fascinating thought given to the possibility of getting in touch with the Moon and Mars by means of visual signalling.

By searching for "Gauss' Pythagorean triangle proposal" you can find a long Wikipedia article which examines the possibility that the great mathematician proposed drawing a great right-angled triangle in Siberia which would be visible from another world.  The idea, in that pre-radio age, would be that the aliens might then respond by drawing a figure of their own, which we would recognize.

What haunts and fascinates me most about these old episodes in intellectual history, is the idea of how in those distant days circumstances allowed us to contemplate a solar system that was so enormously greater in human terms, compared with the probed and traversible one which we have now.

Also, it seems that Gauss in the 1820s was interested in using the visual technique to signal our neighbours in the Moon!  Imagine looking up at the Moon and seeing not a dead world but one which, according to prevalent ideas, was fairly likely to harbour intelligent life.

In a letter of 25th March 1822 to Heinrich Olbers, Gauss (according to the Wikipedia article) said: 

"With 100 separate mirrors, each of 16 square feet, used conjointly, one would be able to send good heliotrope-light to the moon ... This would be a discovery even greater than that of America, if we could get in touch with our neighbors on the moon."