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by Fiona Moore
Once again, greetings from London. The big news this month is that Britain is now a space power! Yes, thanks to the launch of the Skynet 1-A satellite, we now have our very own presence in orbit. Can regular rocket launches from Woomera be far behind?

Skynet 1-A is GO!
In news thatâs closer to home, Royal Holloway College has acquired a colour television for the student lounge, and Iâve been taking advantage of my position as Staff Advisor to the Film Club to make use of it. The studentsâ new favourite programme is a delightfully surreal childrenâs stop-motion SF tale called The Clangers, featuring aliens that look like pink mice and live on an asteroid. I much prefer it to Monty Python, myself. One of my more enterprising students has worked out a knitting pattern to make her own; Iâm sure an official one will be not long in coming. I shall keep an eye on the Radio Times.
The Clangers, I love them all
On to this monthâs, sadly rather thin, issue of New Worlds. Sadly, Britainâs new space-faring ways are not reflected in the magazineâs content. I tend to like New Worlds best when itâs being a SF magazine with a literary sensibility, but this month it is thinking of itself as a literary magazine with a few weird or surreal touches, so I found this issue disappointing. I even found myself missing the Jerry Cornelius segment!
Cover of New Worlds for December 1969
Although it is advertised as a ânew writersâ issueâ, only two new writers are actually included. Once again, book reviews take up almost a third of the publication. There is no art this issue, only photographs, and by only two photographers, which makes me wonder if theyâre saving money by not commissioning drawings.
Their 1970 preview advert suggests they should be back in more SF territory with the next issue, which purports to âlook ahead to 1980â, and I hope thatâs not wrong.
Lead-in
A short one this issue, mostly highlighting the two new writers, C.R. Clive and Michael Biggs, and encouraging people to buy the abovementioned 1970 first issue, promising us Brian W. Aldiss, Pam Zoline and Thomas M. Disch as well as the usual suspects. We all know how well that went last time, so Iâm not holding my breath.
Rise and Fall by Marek Obtulowicz
Photo by Gabi Nasemann
A man named Lykke goes on a few dates with his neighbour, Janet. They have sex and a lot of rather pretentious conversations about autumn leaves. Itâs all really rather banal. I struggled to see the point of it all. Two stars.
Hemingway by Michael Biggs
As the title suggests, a Hemingway pastiche about a reporter going to Vietnam. Itâs a skilful enough evocation of Hemingwayâs style and fairly exciting, and I suppose itâs got the subtext of comparing the current ongoing, seemingly neverending, conflict with the wars Hemingway himself covered. Iâm not a huge Hemingway fan but it at least held my attention. No illustrations. Three stars.
Graphics and Collages by Ian Breakwell
One of the better collages
As the title suggests: collages of text and pictures forming illustrated short-short stories or prose poems. A portrait of squalor, a joke about an electrician, something about sports and physical culture, a factual article about skin grafts juxtaposed with images of radios and televisions, a piece of what looks like found poetry about business. As with a lot of these things it didnât really appeal to me, though apparently it appeals to the editors of New Worlds. Two stars.
The Last Awakening by C.R. Clive
Photo by Gabi Nasemann
This is the only story this issue that could really be described as SF, a postapocalyptic narrative mostly involving a forty-four-year-old man leching over a teenage girl with the excuse that theyâre the only ones left alive. If I didnât know the author was 27 I would have put it down to wish fulfilment. The prose is pretty good, with some nicely evocative touches about the postapocalyptic landscape, but I wish it had been put in the service of something less predictable. Two stars.
The Wind in the Snottygobble Tree Part II (a Jack Trevor Story)
Photo by Roy Cornwall
Not much of an improvement on part I, really, other than that thereâs less improbable sex and more time devoted to making it ambiguous whether our protagonist, Marchmont, is a secret agent or just an innocent caught in the crossfire. Apparently itâs to be continued next month. I canât say Iâm terribly looking forward to it. One star.
Book Reviews
Our esteemed editor has told me that I donât need to review the book reviews, so I wonât go into too much detail about these. However, there are a couple this issue that are worth checking out. J.G. Ballard reviews Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler, treating it as a psychological portrait of a man obsessed with hygiene and pseudo-biology. Elsewhere, John T. Sladek reviews Erich von Daanikenâs Chariots of the Gods, getting more and more scathing as he gets further and further into the weeds; as someone who absolutely loathes that book and rues the impact it has had on some of our more impressionable undergraduates, I giggled all the way through it. Finally, Michael Moorcock has a go at The Neophiliacs, which is somewhat more long-winded than Sladekâs review of von Daaniken but no less scathing.
Advert for John and Yoko's Wedding Album, because I can.
In closing, I shall torment the Yoko Ono anti-fan club in my audience by revealing that the last page is an advert for her and John Lennonâs Wedding Album. Sorry, people; sheâs here to stay. I understand that her husband is handing back his MBE in protest at the British governmentâs positions on Biafra and Vietnam. Sadly, I donât think itâll make much difference.
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