The Complete Short Stories: The 1950s
Volume one takes us from his very first story – A Book in Time, published in The Bookseller in 1954 and never seen again until now – right up to his establishment as a major new voice in science fiction by the end of that decade.As he enters his 89th year this is a long-overdue retrospective of the career of one of the most acclaimed science fiction writers of all time, and a true literary legend.This ebook was updated on 6 October 2014 to include three stories missing from the earlier version.
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The Complete Short Stories: The 1950s
BY BRIAN ALDISS
The Friday Project An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 77–85 Fulham Palace Road Hammersmith, London W6 8JB
This ebook first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2013
Copyright © Brian Aldiss 2013
Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2013
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FIRST EDITION
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Source ISBN: 9780007482085
Ebook Edition © August 2013 ISBN: 9780007482092
Version: 2014-10-03
We are indebted to the following individuals who provided rare source materials: Jim Linwood, Richard Fidczuk and Phil Stephensen-Payne.
Contents
A Book in Time
Criminal Record
Breathing Space
The Great Time Hiccup
Not for an Age
Our Kind of Knowledge
Outside
Panel Game
Pogsmith
Conviction
Dumb Show
The Failed Men
Non-Stop
Psyclops
T
There is a Tide
Tradesman’s Exit
With Esmond in Mind
The Flowers of the Forest
Gesture of Farewell
The Ice Mass Cometh
Let’s Be Frank
No Gimmick
The War Millennia
The Sterile Millennia
The Dark Millennia
The Ultimate Millennia
The Shubshub Race
Supercity
Judas Danced
Ten-Storey Jigsaw
The Pit My Parish
Blighted Profile
Who Can Replace A Man?
The Carp That Once …
Carrion Country
Equator
Fourth Factor
The Megalopolis Millennia
The Star Millennia
The Mutant Millennia
The New Father Christmas
Ninian’s Experiences
Poor Little Warrior!
Sector Diamond
Sight of a Silhouette
They Shall Inherit
Are You An Android?
The Arm
The Bomb-Proof Bomb
Fortune’s Fool
Intangibles, Inc.
Sector Yellow
The Lieutenant
The Other One
Safety Valve
The Towers of San Ampa
Three’s a Cloud
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About the Publisher
I was browsing in Albert’s, down Cecil Court, when I saw another customer slipping books under his coat. Indignation high, I made a grab at him, but he had seen my glance and was out of the shop before you could say ‘Limited signed edition’.
I followed hot-foot (crepes always do that to me). Luckily, he did not run far. He had something that looked to my wild glance like a car, hidden behind a pile of crates in a hotel yard. As I jumped on to the running board, I realised it was a queer make. It had no steering wheel, no driving wheels. A publisher? The wild thought flashed through my head, and then my quarry at the dashboard flipped a lever …
London was gone! At least, the old one had disappeared. It simply blurred and vanished, and a new one of smooth stone and metal took its place. We seemed not to have moved. I was bowled over; indeed, when the fugitive opened his door, I was knocked over.
‘Never impede a passing time machine,’ he said, helping me up.
‘Time machine?’ I queried. Could that really be the hideous explanation of the strangeness around about me?
‘What year is this?’ I asked.
‘2054,’ he said.
‘You’re sure your watch isn’t fast?’
‘Look friend, I’ve got no time for jokes. I’ve got just an hour off duty to snatch some lunch, and then I must be back into the past again. Goodbye.’
By the time I had come out of the nearest thing a non-yogi gets to a trance, he had gone. I was stranded a century into the future! To think that a love of law and order should result in this, when I had only meant to pop out of the bank for five minutes. And what would they say there if I did not return? ‘He said he’d be back in no time.’ How right they were!
Abruptly my misery vanished. My time traveller had said he was coming back in an hour! Then I was saved – I had an hour, just an hour, to look around in. Immediately I was filled with a thousand curiosities, but I knew there was time to gratify only one.
