New Goodreads Group: Classic Pulp Review

New Goodreads Group: Classic Pulp Review

 

So I’ve got the itch to go diving through some old pulp fiction magazines once again and I thought rather than write up a review of it and post it somewhere with the off chance that someone who reads the same obscure things goes looking for someone else who has read it, it would start a group to talk about the story.

I’ll be posting the first story at the beginning of next month, so stay tuned.  But it will be in the public domain on the Pulp Magazine Archive, so anyone with an internet connection will have free access to it.

This will be my first Goodreads group, and so I don’t know how much traction I’m going to get, but I figure what the hell. So if you are interested in talking about a fun, quick, and probably over the top little read, this is going to be the group for you!

Here is the link to the group: https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/1099571-classic-pulp-review

It’s an open group, so feel free to join now, even if you plan on participating later. All are welcome!

Forgotten Fiction: The Stolen Mind

Forgotten Fiction: The Stolen Mind

Right now, as you are reading this there are thousands of works of fiction sitting on dusty shelves waiting for our adventurous minds to seek them out.  It is the goal of this little effort of mine to seek out these shuttered tales and see how well they hold up.  Are they hidden gems full of contemporary meaning?  Or are they clunky relics of the past whose time has long slipped through the hourglass?  Let us find out.

Today’s Forgotten Fiction:

The Stolen Mind by M. L. Staley

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[S]o I was originally drawn to this issue of Astounding Stories because of the absolutely ridiculous cover illustration of some sort of white-fur collard and cuffed aeronauts from a crashed plain fighting off gigantic and garishly colored man-sized beetles with their fists.  It’s the kind of art that only could come from the pulps of yesteryear and it is the kind of thing that warms the cockles of my heart.  The story The Stolen Mind is definitely a piece of forgotten fiction, it isn’t the cover piece, nor is it even mentioned on the front of the magazine.  It’s the kind of thing that you would never have seen unless you were perusing the issue, and luckily for you, that is exactly what I was doing.

Initially before reading the piece I was thinking that with a title like The Stolen Mind I thought I was going to be in for some sort of Lovecraftian mind swapping tale.  Perhaps not space aliens or malevolent preternatural creatures, judging from the leading art, more likely from a mad scientist or rogue psychological experiment.

So diving in we learn that our protagonist, named Quest, is a young man who has responded to an advertisement in the paper about a potentially high paying job.  He is meeting with a scientist of sorts, named Keane Clason, that offers him a thousand dollars upfront for him to sign on.  It’s a great lead in to a story because you can put yourself in the position of the protagonist and say, “yeah, I’d take that kind of money” (because remember this is 1920s dollars) but at the same time you know that there must be something really bad here for him to be offering that kind of dough up front and for the protagonist to say yes before really knowing hat he is signing up for.  Here is the quote:

“You say you need money.  How much immediately?”

Quest was unprepared for the question.

“A thousand dollars,” he ventured.

Without hesitation Clason counted out ten one-hundred-dollar notes from his wallet and laid them on the table.

“There’s your advance fee.  You’re ready to go to work immediately, I hope?”

“Certainly,” stammered Quest.  Stunned by the swiftness of the transaction, he sat staring that money that lay untouched before him.  To accept it would be like signing an unread contact.  But he had asked for it; to refuse it was impossible.

Clason explains that he and his brother have invented two marvelous devices.  The first is a kind of radio tower that destroys all life in a 500-mile radius.  His brother wants to sell it to a Balkan country, but Clason thinks that it will lead to horrible destruction and can’t allow his brother to do it.  That’s where the second contraption comes in, some sort of mind-altering device that he plans to use to convince his brother not to sell the invention, and for some reason, Clason can’t use the device on his own and needs out protagonist to help him.

The plan is a kind of convoluted one.  Clason wants to use his device, which he calls the Osmotic Liberator, to knock Quest’s mind out of his body.  Once floating free he is going to absorb it into his own body and carry him to his brother.  Once physical contact is made with his brother then Quest will invade his body and battle for control over it.  Quest will then decline to sell the device, and with Clason’s help return to the machine and be returned to his own body.

There are just so many points where this plan could go wrong that I would have slapped that 1k back on the table and got out of there.  But Clason sees the apprehension in Quest’s eyes and tells him that once the plan is done that he is going to pay him an additional $10,000.  I did the calculation and that is the equivalent of 150 thousand dollars in today’s value.  So as you can imagine, Quest is still in.  However, he sends out a note in the outgoing mail as insurance, saying that if he is not heard of in 24 hours that the police should come swarming into the office looking for him.  It’s kind of hard to think of posting a letter in a covert way in a moment when someone leaves the room, but this is the protagonist being somewhat clever so I guess I’m cool with it.

But Ho- A twist! Clason hits a hidden button and while displaying the full-sized version of his Osmotic Liberator he dumps Quest into the center chamber and absorbs his mind into his body.  Quest surmises that Clason is the real dastardly one, and wants to sell the plans for the destructive invention for a boatload of cash.  Despite his best efforts, however, Quest can’t fight back inside the mind of Clason and is essentially along for the ride, observing and feeling the movements of a body not under his control.

We learn that Clason has arranged for his brother to be kidnapped and held in a particular location.  Clason then arranges for the police and him to rescue his brother, and at the time of rescue to transfer Quest’s mind into the body of his brother.  His entire plan hinges on the fact that he has Quest’s mind under hypnotic control to do whatever he says.  There is some great writing here where Quest tries desperately to give control of the body back to Clason’s brother Phillip or even to break the control himself through sheer force of will.  But in both instances, he finds that he is unable, and the hypnotic commands that Clason gives him must be obeyed without question.

There is a real conceit here in the story that I stumbled over.  I just find it hard to believe or perhaps a better way of saying it would be that I find it hard to suspend belief in the fact that Clason is able to hypnotically control another person.  There seems to be at least a modicum of science behind some of the other devices and theories that permeate this story, but in this case, there is only the cold claim that Clason can do this with his mind.

The mad scientist Clason and the possessed body of his brother meet up with their eastern European agent and take a small pane out to the facility where Clason has constructed a full-sized version of the machine.

Now I thought that at the beginning that this device looked like a little radio tower, and that it broadcast a frequency that killed all life in a huge radius around it.  But as we will see in this scene, what is constructed is a tower of sorts, but with a directional set of barrels that can point the radio waves in a particular direction.  It seemed kind of strange to me because earlier in the story Clason laughs at the thought of a “death ray” and says that his invention is so much more devastating than anything that would be considered a “death ray”, but then here you go with what is essentially a pointable weapon that kills everything living in its path.  I mean, it kind of sounds like a death ray to me…

Anyway, despite Quest’s attempts at resisting the will of his master, he is forced to play the part of the brother.  The three leave the plane, and take the machine for a test drive, killing everything in a 500-foot swath.  The agent is impressed and horrified, and the deal is struck.

The story gets a bit muddy at points, with both Clason and his brother being referred to by their shared last name, and with our protagonist being in the body of another man, yet controlled by the antagonist.  The author uses many of the names interchangeably, referring to the antagonist as Keane and Clason.  But by reading slowly you can parse out what the next few scenes are without too much trouble.

Clason’s death ray has overshot the mark in the little experiment and killed several people out on a boat beyond where the range of the device should have stopped.  Quest is not hell-bent on stopping the mad scientist at all costs but still has a very hard time doing anything against the master’s will.

Clason then gets an idea, he is going to pin the deaths of those on the boat on his brother and Quest, but before he can put that into motion, what the police are already there!  He is certain that the police won’t believe the body-switching story if the two try and tell the truth, and he will live out the rest of his days super-rich.

Then, a Deus ex Machina event! Clason begins to suffer from chest pains, which we find out later is heart disease.  Exersaiubated by the arrival of the police the mad scientist is weakened enough for Quest to exert some control over the master.  He hits the secret switch over the vat that was once used on him and sends Clason into the center ring of the device.

The switch is thrown and Quest is thrown back into his original body, yay.  The police come bursting in and find Quest naked, Phillip (Clason’s brother) disoriented and Keane Clason dead at the bottom of the device’s liquid.  Despite the strange circumstance, they are instantly clapping Quest on the shoulder congratulating him on a job well done.  Which, yeah, is more than a little abrupt and weird.  Then the story ends with a statement saying that for Quest’s involvement with the whole ordeal he was given a promotion, which doesn’t make any sense because he was not really a on the books kind of employee, and is sent a heartwarming letter of thanks from the president of the united states.

Oof, talk about a hasty and forced ending.

Final Thoughts

While the interplay of wills within Phillip’s mind was novel and well written, the story, on the whole, didn’t really grab me.  The quasi-science was honestly pretty good, and the death machine was understandably a terrifying thing, and definitely something that you wanted to see out of the hands of any kind of military.  But poor scene flow and poor setup of the rules for mind control left me with a lot more questions and frustrations than anything else.  That coupled with the abysmal saccharine ending made me wish I had picked some other story from the issue.

Weirdness| 03/10

Horror | 04/10

Novelty | 6/10

Entertainment | 3/10

Forgotten Fiction: The Specter Cuts the Ace

Forgotten Fiction: The Specter Cuts the Ace

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Right now, as you are reading this there are thousands of works of fiction sitting on dusty shelves waiting for our adventurous minds to seek them out.  It is the goal of this little effort of mine to seek out these shuttered tales and see how well they hold up.  Are they hidden gems full of contemporary meaning?  Or are they clunky relics of the past who’s time has long slipped through the hourglass?  Let us find out.

Today’s Forgotten Fiction:

The Specter Cuts the Ace by Stinson Hosey

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[T]he title of this story is what caught my attention.  It seemed intriguing, although admittedly I didn’t know what exactly what was meant by “cutting the ace”.  It’s the cover story for Ghost Stories Magazine, which is usually also a good sign, since I have to believe that the editors of these periodicals must have wanted to put their best foot forward.  The scan of the yellowed pages was fun to dive into; so let us examine this little blast from the past.

The story begins with the narrator named Stinson spying on his wife as she gets ready for a night out on the town.  We learn that there are rumors of perhaps infidelity on her part with his friend Randolph.  The narrator comes across as hot tempered and jealous by nature, and as I read along I couldn’t help but feel like he was unjustified in his actions/emotions.  We learn that the couple are planning a trip to Washington, but that he would rather not go.

Approaching his wife who’s name we learn in Jean, the narrator sees in her minuscule reactions things that confirm his growing suspicions.  We find out that they are both leaving for separate trips, the wife leaving with friends to “The Forresters” and then via a late night train, and our narrator by other means.  Their dialogue starts off light, with Stinson raining compliments down on his wife, but quickly things get a bit weird.  Stinson makes a comment about being jealous of another man, and his wife picks up on a bit of his underlying rage.

We then learn about a weird quirk in their relationship.  Apparently they agreed to be together for five years, during which time if they fell in love with another they would be allowed to leave the relationship.  At the time when I read this I was thinking that this might be a marriage of convenience, so that perhaps the woman could become an american citizen or something.  Our narrator then might have caught feelings for her, and complicated this plan that they had going.

Stinson then bids farewell to Jean before they can really conclude their conversation and jumps off into a cab.  He reflects as he is speeding away how he has felt followed the last few times he has left, but since he can’t seem to spot anyone on his tail he gives it no further thought.  What he does however is say the following:

Jean Riviere had been mine for three years.  And, pledge or no pledge, I intended to keep her as long as I chose.  I did not live her; I had never expected her to love me.  To her I was simply a middle-aged protector- and a source of money, gowns, and jewels.  Her pledge, I believed, was merely an effort to salve a passing qualm of conscience.  But she could not trick me.  My hands clenched at the thought.  I would not be made a laughing-stock.

So needless to say my opinion of our narrator sank even further.  He’s basically keeping a woman bound to him out of some strange loveless pledge, and then still conjuring up rage against her and and another man.  Either he’s lying to himself about his own feeling towards Jean, or he’s just psychotic.

Stinson continues to feel like he is being followed, and so ditches the cab and walks a distance in front of a series of reflective shop windows.  He watches the windows to see if he is being followed, and discovers that yes he is!  There are two men watching him from across the street, one looks to be a rather clumsy detective type, and the other looks like an aged and stooped version of himself.  Doing his level best Stinson evades his pursuers in the train station, making it appear as if he boarded the train, but secretly slipping out the back and to the street behind the building.

The narrator then goes through several motions with Sinson, sowing how cautions he is being, and building a bit of tension as he comes closer to completing his plan.  He goes to a poor set of brownstone houses, and we learn that he had rented a room there.  He then dresses in disguise, a shabby coat over evening ware, and puts a silenced revolver in his pocket.  He then slinks his way to the Golden Peacock, the ritzy night club that he knows Jean will be at with another man.

Stinson greases some palms and makes his way unnoticed to an upper balcony that overlooks the dance floor below.  His rage grows as he watches Jean flirt and dance with Randall (her new love).  He watches as they ascend to the upper level where he is, and he remains hidden nearby as they take a private booth that overlooks the inn courtyard.

As an aside, as I was reading this story I thought about how cool it would be to experience a swinging 1920s nightclub like this Golden Peacock.  The smokey rooms, the live swing music, the glitzy art deco, flapper dresses and Stetson have a certain allure to me.  I wasn’t sure just where this story was taking me, but I appreciated the fun images it was conjuring up in my mind along the way.

We learn here that Randall and Jean intend to marry and run away to japan together.  Randall wants to run off and leave immediately, while Jean wants to party the night away knowing that she is truly free with Stinson out of town.

Our narrator knows that they will have to return to his house to pack Jean’s things, and so he leaves the club to go lie in wait for them.  We get another glimpse of the strange doppelganger that is seemingly following our narrator here, but Stinson just shrugs it off.  It’s one of those things where I wish I hadn’t read the title of the story; because knowing that there is going to be a specter kind of spoils any kind of surprise about what this strange double actually is.

The author does a good job of conveying the stuffy tense atmosphere of Stinson’s apartment as he waits to kill the two lovers.  His nerves are tense, and he paces and plays solitaire to try and keep focused.  Ultimately he slumps in a chair, waiting and listening for the two to come.  But when Stinson looks up he sees- his doppelganger!

In a very corny exchange we learn that the look-alike is really a sort of spirit of his better self.  Translucent and independent, the specter tells Stinson that he was exorcised from him during his teenage years, and accuses him to be driven only by selfishness and hate.  Stinson denies this, asserting that he is only reacting to Randall cheating him out of Jean.  The specter tells Stinson that he has never been a fair man, and would never take a risk unless he was sure to win; and so a contest is set.  Each will take turns cutting the deck of cards until one draws an ace, if the doppelganger cuts the ace first Stinson will leave and not come back, and if Stinson wins he will no longer be haunted by the spirit.

As you might have guessed by the title of the story the specter cuts the ace, and Stinson honors the bargain.  He leaves a note for Randall telling him that he knew about everything and that he shall not return.  The end.

Was this a scary story? No.  Was this an innovative story? No.  This was entertaining only for the atmosphere and the build up of tension as we learn that the narrator intends to commit murder.  There is no twist, or unexpected challenges, nor is there really any kind of explanation as to why Stinson’s ghostly better self comes into play at all.  It’s a battle of  conscience that does not really involve the narrator learning any sort of lesson save for the fact that he will lose a game of chance.  Not recommended.

Final Score

Horror  |  01/10
Innovation  |  2/10
Entertainment  |  4/10
Sexiness  |  2/10

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