Monday, December 30, 2024

Episode 46.4 transcription - Frederik Pohl - "We Purchased People" (1974)

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Frederik Pohl biography, non-spoiler discussion

JM:

Good evening and welcome to Chrononauts, a science fiction literature history podcast. This is J.M. and I'm here with Gretchen and Nate and we are continuing our exploration of short stories. This is our second batch of short stories we've chosen for our host choice series. This series is mine, so the last one we did was Gerald Kersh's "The Brighton Monster". And now we're doing another story, this one from the 1970s. This is "We Purchased People" by Frederik Pohl.

So Frederik Pohl is somebody we've been talking about on and off quite a bit during the podcast. His name just keeps coming up and we just kind of mention it, name drop and say he was associated with this or that and the other thing. And he's not really a writer we've gone into yet. So now's our chance to talk about it and I'm actually going to get into a lot of the stuff that came up during episodes like our fandom episode. And also talking about the magazines and the professional and even some of the non-professional magazines that started coming out around the 1930s. Basically the entire continuum of American science fiction that was born in the magazines and went on to book publishing. Pohl is somebody who lived through it all and understood very meticulously how a lot of things worked. And a lot of what I'm going to say comes pretty much paraphrased from his memoir slash autobiography, "The Way the Future Was". I guess I'll say more about it as we go but definitely if you are interested in a lot of the stuff that we've been talking about with the American science fiction markets and stuff. I really recommend this book and if you give it some time. It's definitely a different perspective than the ones we've been seeing so far which are a lot of the time told in a detached way from people who maybe became associated with that after the fact or people that were kind of involved but more on the sidelines.

Pohl is basically somebody who lived and breathed this stuff and knew it very intimately.

So Frederik Pohl was born, Frederik George Pohl Jr. on November 26, 1919 in Brooklyn, New York. He was only child, mostly raised by his mother, his father largely being absent and permanently separated from the family when Fred was 13 due to, among other things, undisclosed legal trouble. So he was one of the main actors and fandom in the early days and he helped found the Futurians. And he knew a lot of people and he seems a very affable fellow although John Campbell and his assistant apparently didn't trust him. Probably something to do with his pro-communist sympathies at the time, mainly the 1930s.

He was really into collaborations and that's something that he's definitely known for, collaborated with a whole lot of writers. Everybody from Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Judith Merril, C.M. Kornbluth and Jack Williamson. Kornbluth was probably one of his most frequent, if not his most frequent, collaborator on short stories and novels. Jack Williamson, who we covered a lot in a, we talked about in our "Prince of Space" episode, another elder statesman at the scene who lived well on into the 2000s. Pohl himself died in 2013. So again, he's around for a long time and from starting out with mimeographed zines from his home and old manual typewriters to basically writing a blog in late 2000s.

Nate:

Yeah, it's a really incredible career. He was at the first science fiction convention, which was just him and like 10 other people.

JM:

He certainly was. 

Nate:

Pretty fantastic.

Gretchen:

Yeah.

JM:

He's an editor of Galaxy and also took over the Star Trek books line in the early days when it was under the Bantam imprint. And he was a literary agent to a lot of authors and he seemed to have his ties with everything. Started something called the Hydra Club, which we'll get to in a little bit. But he won a lot of awards, including international ones. And he was also a writer of popular science and history and political articles and books. Apparently, was for a time, encyclopedia Britannica's authority on the emperor Tiberius of all things. Wrote a book on him at one point there. He didn't want to finish his autobiography with a new edition, unlike Jack Williamson. So he just made a blog called The Way the Future Blogs instead. And yeah, you can still find it on the web.

He's married five times, including to science fiction author Judith Merril, of course. And after the Star Trek thing, he got involved with Bantam with the poll selections line. And he published stuff like Delaney's "Dhalgren" and Joanna Russ's "The Female Man". Fred says he came across his first science fiction magazine, Science Wonder Quarterly, sometime in 1930. He was ten years old. On the cover was a picture of a scaly green monster. He moved around a lot as a child, his parents barely together, and him often staying with relatives.

This whole thing with fandom started off pretty early, and he starts off his chapter on fandom in his book in this sort of amusing way. I'll just read what he says because it's pretty funny. He's like kind of mocking biblical language here, I guess. And he says,

"n the Beginning there was Hugo Gernsback, and he begat Amazing Stories.

"In the fullness of time, about three years’ worth, a Depression smote the land, and Amazing was riven from him in a stock shuffle; whereupon he begat Air Wonder Stories and Science Wonder Stories, looked upon them and found them incomplete, and joined them one unto the other to be one flesh, named Wonder Stories. And Hugo looked upon the sales figures of Wonder Stories and pondered mightily that they were so low. Whereupon a Voice spake unto him, saying, “Hugo, nail those readers down,” so that he begat the Science Fiction League, and thus was Fandom born.

"If there had not been a Science Fiction League, it would have been necessary to invent one. The time was ripe. In the early 30s, to be a science-fiction reader was a sad and lonely thing. There weren’t many of us, and we hadn’t found each other to talk to. A few activists had tried to get something going, digging addresses out of the letter columns of the science-fiction magazines and starting tiny correspondence clubs, but the largest of them had maybe a dozen members, and for the rest of us we had the permanent consciousness of being alone in a hostile world. The hordes of the unblessed weren’t merely disinterested in science fiction, they ridiculed it.

"From Gernsback’s point of view, what he had to sell was a commodity that a few people wanted very much indeed but most people wouldn’t accept if it were given away free. He couldn’t do a lot about recruiting new readers, but he was aware that there were a great many in-and-outers, people who would buy an issue of Wonder Stories now and then, and thus were obviously prime prospects, but had not formed the every-month addiction that he sought. Well, sir. The arithmetic of that situation was pretty easy to figure. If the seventy percent of his readers who averaged three issues a year could be persuaded to buy every issue, he would triple his sales. These were the visions of sugarplums that danced in Hugo Gernsback’s mind."

This is a fun way of doing the whole thing. I mean, it's just kind of an interesting contrast to DeCamp's style. DeCamp kind of seems like he has a pretty high opinion of himself, and he's kind of funny and all, but, like, at the end of the day, you might start to get the feeling that he was talking down to you or his Fred Pohls kind of... He could hang out with them at a bar or something, and he'd tell you a bunch of cool stories, and he likes to go on about the kind of people that he met, especially in New York, and, well, basically throughout his life, because being all tied in with publishing and so many other things, he did meet a lot of interesting characters outside of the science fiction field as well.

He's, like, very canny about advertising and stuff like that, too. He went to school at the new and rather industrial sounding Brooklyn Tech, and he dropped out of high school before graduating. He says it wasn't a wholly unpleasant experience, appreciating the machine shops and mathematics and other technical matters. He says his biggest regret was not learning foreign languages in school, figuring that when he was older and really wanted to, he was unable to assimilate them.

He says in his autobiography that, with some slight note of pride, perhaps, "I never attended any college, though I've taught at a few." It seems like a lot of his childhood was dedicated to exploring New York City, watering around at a pretty young age, and he lists a good number of ways to circumvent ticket collecting and payment in the subway system at that time, none of which would probably work now, I'm sure, so don't try it at home.

He talks about the streets, shops, burlesque shows, etc. Also attending the very first meeting of the Science Fiction League. It's short-lived, but very cool, it seemed, to young Fred. Even if, according to him, they didn't really do very much. They did decide to produce a mimeographed zine, eventually, though, and he was its editor, possibly because he owned his own typewriter. He talks of the slightly older Donald Wollheim and John Michel, annoyed at how Hugo wouldn't pay them. And he says that's why they hung out with the younger dudes to complain and express their wrath. The Brooklyn boys were going to secede and cause lots of trouble for Hugo until he straightened up.

Funny enough, Pohl's first sale was to T. O'Conor Sloane and not Gernsback, amazing. He never sold to Wonder, and that thing that he sold was a poem written in 1935, accepted in 1936, printed in 1937, and paid for in 1938, so nothing changes.

Pohl also relates his experience with fanzines in a wry and fun way. Definitely recommended reading, if you like our piece on the fanzines of the early days. Of course, he focuses a lot on the letters and how active these columns always tended to be. Pohl's first wife was Doris Marie Claire Baumgardt. She became a science fiction writer and illustrator. I haven't read any of her stuff, but yeah.

The job market was tough in the early 30s, but he started working for an insurance underwriter delivering letters for $10 a week and commenced more exploration of old New York. He said the job was without dignity, but had its charm. Maybe this is how he started getting his experience in various fields that he would often satirize in his fiction from the 50s onwards.

He heard of literary agents, and since many of his friends were aspiring writers, he thought it might be a pretty cool idea to become one himself. He reasoned that for 10% deduction for trouble, it would be a better paying job than actually writing, which he was doing now, selling a story every now and then. But he said he never was able to work very fast.

So Pohl was a leader, a chapter of the Young Communist League as well. But when the Soviets and the Nazis signed a non-aggression pact, suddenly the slogans changed from "Death to the Nazis" to "Keep America out of the Imperialist war," and Pohl was stunned in disillusion and started distancing himself from the entire movement.

At 19, Pohl went to the offices of Popular Publications who were starting a new pulp line, half a cent a worders, and suddenly he had a new job, the editor of two magazines, Astonishing Stories and Super Science Stories, which he named himself. Budget being between $400 and $450 an issue, each issue requiring about 60,000 words of text. He really breaks it down. He had clever ways of dealing with situations like not enough budget. He had a lot of friends who did a lot of stuff, and he would hire out or borrow their services. This included artists, since he barely had enough budget to put in the magazines.

His older self reflects back on his time as editor of those cheap pulp magazines and talks about, if he knew what he knew now, he could really make a good run of it. But he didn't, and the magazines just lay there.

He did manage to print stories by Heinlein and DeCamp, stories that had been rejected by Campbell, maybe with good reason. He was also saddled with Ray Cummings, who he seemed to have bought every word from at premium rates because he was a nice old-timer, even though he hated all the stories.

In the war, of course, his magazines folded. Actually, they got taken away from him, more or less. And he thinks once again he put his foot in his mouth and said the wrong thing. And he eventually got drafted and went the same route as Jack Williamson, it seems, training as a meteorologist and going to Italy. He was already into his second marriage during the war, and this one also didn't last very long.

So one of the things that Pohl was good at, from what I've seen and what he's known for, is satirizing, among other things, the advertising industry. So his fascination with this seemed to have started during the war, when he was in Italy working on a novel about advertising in New York. And the novel was never finished, and after the war, when he dug it out, he realized it was fatally flawed. His chief problem was that he didn't know anything really about advertising, so he decided to learn about it by becoming an advertising copywriter. And he was hired on by the Thwing & Altman Agency on Madison Avenue, and became chief copywriter. I'm going to quote a couple of things he has to say about advertising writing, because I think it's pretty interesting and cool. Interesting to think about how things have changed between now and then, and yet how much they have stayed the same.

So at first he said, "Advertising writing should be under constant surveillance by the narcs; it is addictive, and it rots the mind. When you spend your days persuading Consumers to Consume articles they would never in their lives dream of wanting if you didn't tickle them into it, you develop fantasies of power. No, not fantasies. Power. Each sale is a conquest, and it is your silver tongue that has made them roll over and obey. If you do not end your day with a certain contempt for your fellow human beings, then you are just not paying attention to what it is that you do.

"Most of the advertising I did in my three years in the business was mail-order, and most of the commodities I sold were books and magazines. Book clubs were the specialty of the Thwing & Altman agency, and after six months there I moved over to Popular Science Publishing Company, pushing magazine subscriptions and our line of how-to-do-it books.

"One of the characteristics of the advertising business that rots the brain and destroys the disposition is that most people in it hardly ever know whether what they are doing is any good. You can see whether your product sells well or poorly, yes. But what did it? Is it the TV spots, the jingles, the billboards, the space ads, the point-of-sale displays . . . or maybe just the fact that the weather suddenly turned warm, so people are drinking more of your soda pop or acquiring more of your air conditioners? And even if you know that your ads are working, is it because of your copy, or the art department's layout, or none of the above?"

It's interesting because, yeah, now, of course, companies put all sorts of effort into figuring out exactly what the key is. It feels like, yeah, I mean, in the 1940s a lot of things were, you know, you can see advertisements from back then, and listen to old radio spots, and it's a lot of fun hearing what advertising was like at that time. I mean, nowadays, I think we talked about this in one of our episodes before, maybe it was the Astounding one where we actually did talk about the ads, but it seems like such an insidious thing to me when we're nowadays and looking at how advertising is infiltrated culture and everything, and we are going to talk about that some more when we talk about James Tiptree in a little while. Just really interesting how nowadays, yeah, there's all kinds of surveys done to figure out exactly that, and what is successful and whatnot, what works for different demographics and so on, and what do they call it, AB comparisons and stuff like that, and it's become a real dedicated science, I guess.

I'm going to relate another, something more humorous to do with his advertising career here, because I just think this is funny.

"Almost the first problem George (his boss) laid on me was a big coffee-table picture book called Outdoor Life's Gallery of North American Game. Mostly it was full-color reproductions of the cover paintings from Outdoor Life itself, and it was really quite handsome, if you like that sort of thing. But in the market it was no wily white-tailed deer or battling steelhead salmon. What it was in the marketplace was a dog. The company had printed fifty thousand copies of it, and forty-nine thousand-plus were still in the warehouse. They had tried everything: buckeye four-color circulars the size of a bedsheet and personalized we're-all-art-connoisseurs-together letters on embossed stationery. And nothing worked.

"I decided to test some new copy appeals. At the time, penny postcards still cost only a penny, so I wrote up a dozen or so sample appeals for postcard testing and we sent out thousand-piece mailings to test them out. I tried all the angles I could think of—

"The book is beautiful and will impress your friends. . . .

"With this book you will be better able to kill, crush, mutilate and destroy these beloved game beasts. . . .

"This book will teach your children the secrets of wildcraft and keep them from turning into perverts and drug addicts. . . .

"And then I tried one more card, which said:

"HAVE YOU GOT A BIG BOOKCASE?

"Because if you have, we have a BIG BOOK for you. . . .

"and that was the winner."

So you can see what he means by kind of feeding into your cynicism about the people that you're talking to and the market that you're appealing to.

And I'm sure that the experience figured in greatly with one of his most well-known works, the collaboration with Cyril Kornbluth, the novel "The Space Merchants", which is a huge satire of the future advertising industry. And of course, the 1953 story "The Tunnel Under the World", which is, I think, one of the first exposures to Frederik Pohl that I had on the X Minus One sci-fi radio program that was produced in the 50s, which is mostly stories from Galaxy and Astounding Magazine. Pretty cool story. You could imagine it being on the Twilight Zone or something like that. This is about, like, a guy who keeps waking up every morning and he's had the same dream of some huge explosion and he goes to work. He keeps being bombarded by all these weird advertisements and then there's a twist in the end, it turns out. Pretty dark and cruel little story.

Gretchen:

Seems to be a theme with Pohl, so...

JM:

Yeah, well, the thing is, I mean, the story we're going to cover tonight is pretty dark, but usually his stuff is kind of funny. Like, usually there's more humor to it. Again, I think this one's a little unusual, but we'll get to that.

Interestingly, Pohl's first sale outside the pulps was, for me, anyway, a detective story to the Toronto Star, and he even created a regular detective series character. And it was after the World Science Fiction Conduction in Philadelphia in 1947 that Pohl and Lester Del Rey and some other fellows, writers, got together and formed the Hydra Club. This seems like it was a big, happening thing. Meeting in several places around New York City, from Debbie Crawford's apartment to hotel ballrooms, where there would be a lot of what we would now call networking. All sorts of literary people were invited, along with other VIPs.

Around this time is when Pohl was courting Judith Merril, who would be his third marriage. And as a result of all these organized activities after the war, things were really kicking off for science fiction. And the slicks were occasionally publishing stories by Heinlein, Bradbury, and Sturgeon. Hydra/Futurian David Kyle and his newspaper publishing brother started Gnome Press, an imprint of genre books. It was a small concern, but it started to grow. And they started with a single printing press, not adapted to book printing. And it was a beginning. And the firm didn't last too long, going bankrupt in five or six years. But at the time, its catalog contained the who's who list of works from the best known SF writers of the year.

Kind of interesting because I just heard that publisher name dropped in the Deep Space Nine episode "Far Beyond the Stars", which I watched recently. And one of the writers says he's got a book published by Gnome Press. So that was kind of a cool name drop there. There's a lot of interesting references in that episode, including to Galaxy Magazine.

But despite Gnome Press going under due to distribution issues, some of the bigger publishers were starting to bite. And Pohl was responsible for selling them some works. Simon & Schuster published Williamson's "The Humanoids" and a hardback edition in 1947. Doubleday, through a connection made at the Hydra Club, planned to publish several science fiction books a year. And Asimov was one of their first finds, along with John Wyndham's "Day of the Triffids", which Pohl also helped to sell, though that one had been printed first in Collier's Magazine for what Pohl considered a hefty sum. Judith Merril got on it too, along with Cyril Kornbluth.

His favorite publisher, though, was Ian Ballantine, founder of Ballantine Books, and the Ballantine Fantasy series, and so on. Now, to guess, Pohl's agency was taking care of half the SF writers of the late 40s and early 50s. But with so many of these new ventures, as with many of them, it struggled with capital, and paying advances to the writers was very generous, but left him pretty strapped. And the office kept getting smaller and smaller. All in all, his agency lasted about seven years, and during this time, he, that is Fred, always wanted to write more, but never seemed to find the time. But now, though, he could devote himself to it.

So, he was a busy writer in the 50s, churning out short stories, novels, including collaborations, and non-fiction works. As well as the book on Tiberius, there was a book called "Practical Politics" with an American focus, and apparently that was used as a textbook for a certain time there. But it seems like it's long out of print now and impossible to find.

And he continued to do the odd non-fiction work, some of which were also collaborations. There's a book on Chernobyl and mathematics. There's ecology with Isaac Asimov, a book in 1991 called "Our Angry Earth", and most of his science fiction in this period, and that is the 50s, was done for Galaxy and editor Horace Gold. Pohl blames the demise of the vast majority of the science fiction and genre magazines in the 1950s on the liquidation of the American news company, a vast distribution conglomerate and network. And it was done by a shady stock acquisition on the market, and in "The Way the Future was", Pohl explains exactly what was done and gives his views on the market itself. Galaxy avoided this through some mysterious insider info and was able to secure their distribution with independence.

Editor Gold was becoming increasingly ill, and so he was relying more and more on his friend, Frederik Pohl, to help with magazines. In 1960, he took over on a quote, temporary basis, but that gig ended up lasting for 10 years, and along the way he started a sister magazine, If. Which is a pretty cool magazine, I actually have a couple of issues of that that I found at a shop once. Some neat stories in that. And there's also a short-lived magazine called Worlds of Tomorrow, which published some weird stuff, including an excerpt from a book by Robert Ettinger called "The Prospect of Immortality," about the possibility of freezing humans to be revived at a future time. And this book arguably kicked off the whole cryogenic craze. Pohl became a kind of spokesman for the whole thing, though after a while he had to admit to himself that he didn't particularly see any reason why anyone would care to revive him in the future. He likens it to Pascal's wager, though. Says, well, what's the worst thing that you can happen? You might die. But actually, he doesn't comment on this, but I definitely noticed some sci-fi writers did imagine some worst things that could happen to you. If you were revived in the future, and what you could possibly be used for, against your will.

He ended up becoming a frequent guest on nighttime talk radio as a result of this stuff, especially the Long John Nebel show out of New York City, which was really popular at the time. And Pohl seems like the guy who would look into anything, and he was game to try all kinds of stuff. And it's pretty cool.

He kept writing up until 2011. And, like I said, he's had a blog, which you can still read. And it's really interesting to see science fiction publishing perspective from this perspective. And, you know, somebody who lived it intimately from its earliest days to nearly the present. Pohl and his book, "The Way the Future Was," although that one's from the 1970s. It's really the place to go if you want to see really meticulous and yet not dry at all. In fact, very humorous and wry, breakdown of pretty much everything about the industry. He likes going on interesting tangents as well about all sorts of things. So that's definitely a cool nonfiction find for the podcast, I think. I might bring up again during the next bonus episode or something like that. But it's just interesting, quick read that definitely recommend to pretty much any science fiction fan, I think, if you want to get to grips with some of this stuff that we've been talking about over the last while.

But now we're talking about a little story called "We Purchased People." I first read this story in the "Foundations of Fear" anthology which is a kind of sequel of sorts to "The Dark Descent." A very large horror anthology. This one focusing more on slightly longer works although this story doesn't really qualify. It's pretty short. So there's still some shorter works in there that just feature more novella-length works so it has actually not quite the voluminous table of contents that "The Dark Descent" has, but also seems to have more science fiction adjacent content in it than the previous anthology does. And I was kind of surprised to see a Pohl story just because even though some of the stuff I read by him is dark and there's a lot of social commentary and stuff, I'd certainly never really thought of him as a writer of horror. There's usually a lot of humor in his works. This one really stands out as a surprise because this is not funny at all. That's a really, really dark story.

Kind of a funny anecdote about this. Pohl talks about how this was actually the result of a collaboration with Jack Williamson in an indirect way. They were working on one of their books called "Farthest Star" and he says, well, a lot of time when you're doing a collaboration with somebody, each one has some ideas that they're really excited about that don't seem to fit into the work that they're doing. So Jack Williamson, they both had this kind of brainwave. So Jack Williamson had this idea about a mountain and it was a majestic, tall, beautiful mountain called "The Knife in the Sky". And I don't know what the story was about but apparently because it didn't fit in and he still wanted to use it, he ended up publishing it in Boys' Life magazine and I just picture it as this really nice, wholesome thing about the beauty of nature and stuff like that.

And Fred Pohl had this.

This was originally published in Edward Ferman's anthology, "The Final Stage: The Ultimate Science Fiction Anthology." So it was called. Very lofty title. But it also made it into the best science fiction of the year, every year. Right up to nowadays, there's a couple of books published where some editors get together and talk about what the best sci-fi of the year was. And also a good way of chronologically looking at the genre and other styles of course have these kind of anthologies too.

So anyway, this one really leaves you feeling icky, doesn't it?

Gretchen:

Yeah, this one was one that I read back to back with "The Savage Mouth." This one is definitely every sort of topic that makes you just feel bad is in this one.

Nate:

Yeah. It reminds me of, I will be talking about "The Girl who was Plugged In" a little bit later, but these two stories are kind of similar to one another, I thought.

Gretchen:

Yeah.

Nate:

But yeah, this one definitely has a much nastier undercurrent.

Gretchen:

Yeah, I was also thinking about "The Girl who was Plugged In" with this.

JM:

I guess it's not exactly a spoiler, but that's to get it to later. It definitely calls to mind a couple of things. It's kind of an original and very discouraging look at first contact almost. Like, the first contact's already been made and it's like, it's almost an anti-climax. It's almost like, oh, that's all it is really. And actually it sucks and the story's dystopian, really, in a way that's like, it's not so much that the first contact made the dystopia, but it's just like, on top of the fact that life for humanity is kind of shit, we now have first contact with aliens and it's not all that you might hope that it should be.

Nate:

Really a very cynical look on the slave trade and reducing humans to commodities.

JM:

Yeah. And there's a real dissonance in this story, which I'm sure is on purpose because you can't really feel too bad for this person because he actually is kind of a monster. At the same time, you know, it's like, the solution is not to reduce humanity to this level, right?

Nate:

Right.

Gretchen:

Yeah. I mean, I feel like it works in the same way with "A Clockwork Orange" where it's like, you don't sympathize with the main character and yet you still sort of like, you don't think he deserves that, you know? It's one of those like moral questions of, sure, that is a horrible person who did pretty terrible things, but this is a fate that I don't think anyone should go through no matter who they are.

JM:

Yeah. And here they're not even trying to force somebody into being good. They're just kind of turning him into a remote-controlled zombie. And he still has moments of lucidity and being able to like function as a human being, but ultimately this is his prison sentence, basically.

Nate:

It's like a lab experiment, like we were talking about last time with "Dr. Moreau" and some of the other vivisection stories. Plays into a lot of those themes here where, yeah, I mean, it's not a paragon of virtue that is being experimented on and toyed with, but still you feel pretty uncomfortable about the level of psychological and physical torture that these people are being put through.

JM:

And there's also, I think, an element of like almost, I mean, I don't know if it's an overused word, but like almost Lovecraftian quality to the creatures that, specifically the creatures that control him. Like they're not really, he didn't go on into too much, but this idea that they're like from somewhere really far away, like further away than most of the other aliens, and they're very, very far from human in appearance and physiognomy and in thought processes. And so the fact that, you know, like they basically have possession of human beings that they can do whatever they want with is made to seem more disturbing than maybe some of the other aliens who also buy people, but maybe they're a little more relatable somehow, right? Like he actually does go into their quirks a little bit during the story and describes how some of them have their preferences about the kind of people that they're willing to use and stuff like that.

These particular aliens are not, they're not very discerning, or if they are, they're discerning in a very negative way.

Nate:

Well, I don't know, it's kind of like the experience that you get when you go to a record store that's been picked through clean by everybody else.

JM:

Oh, all you get are the bad Metallica albums.

Nate:

Yeah, right, the copies of Angel's "Helluva Band" for a dollar.

JM:

Chinese democracy.

Nate:

Yeah, later, Uriah Heep albums, and yeah.

Gretchen:

It's like going to the book sale, it's only for a few days, and you end up there at the last day, and all they have are like multiple copies of like the same James Patterson novel.

Nate:

Yeah, there's this one thrift store around here that is exactly like that, where there's always nothing of value, but so many books, like every popular Fox News host who was on TV 10 years ago and wrote a book, like it's filled with those people's stuff.

I've seen more copies of "Pride and Prejudice" there than I think like any other novel. Yeah.

JM:

So we should probably be talking about this after the summary, but I just like making this point home. So they're buying the real dregs of the criminal class at very low rates, but they're also buying works of art that humanity has made, stuffing them into rockets and sending them off into space, knowing full well that they'll take thousands and thousands of years to reach their destination. But these aliens are so detached, and so I guess like the ancient ones, they can live for presumably hundreds of thousands of years. So to them, it's nothing. It's like they'll get here in 20,000 years. That's fine.

Nate:

Yeah, I mean, it's like colonialism and the slave trade, pretty much stripping everybody's resources and goods and precious works of art overseas. It doesn't matter how long it takes to get there or how long you're going to stick it in the basement of some museum before you put it on display 300 years later. It's systematic deprivation of another culture's culture.

JM:

And meanwhile, humanity is more than willing to just do this. Hence again, I mean, it feels like this might be that not too distant future in some ways, but it also feels like it's a very 70s look at what the near future might be, because he describes Idaho as mostly a nuclear waste dump now.

Nate:

Yeah, it's interesting to think about Pohl, because again, like you mentioned, he started off very early in the 1930s fanzines world and getting into that as a teenager. But I think a lot of his most well-known work is from this later period of the 1970s, when he would have been like in his 40s or 50s writing this stuff. The only other thing I've read by him is the novel "Gateway", which I think is his most popular work, but it's from around this time as well, the 1970s. And it definitely feels like a very 70s novel, again, despite being like 40 years into the career of a lifelong science fiction author.

JM:

Oh, yeah. And he was very like in tune with the ecological concerns and stuff like that. And like, certainly it was a big deal to him right from before this time, you know, on to 90s and his collaboration with Isaac Asimov, which is probably one of the last books that Asimov participated in, which is, you know, nobody probably knows what we're talking about because we haven't described the story yet.

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spoiler plot summary and discussion

JM:

Interstellar travel has been discovered, sort of, but not really. It's actually radio. And Earth nations have various trade agreements with alien races. So the aliens can't actually visit us. They can only send radio signals. And I was kind of neat, like I kind of think about, even though I think it is a bit of an anti-climax, like deliberately, I also think kind of neat to think about, like, because we're always sending radio signals off into space, right? And like, this was a big thing in the 70s and 80s, especially, you know, like the SETI program and stuff like that. And just kind of thinking like, oh, one day, the aliens will contact us. And we're like, no, no, we never actually visited you, but we're going to give you some instructions now, and we're going to tell you how to build some stuff, and then we'll be able to be in communication forever.

And it'll be great.

We send up rockets all the time, and they, of course, don't travel that fast, but the aliens don't seem to care much.

So the story partially takes the form of a cold, dispassionate account of the activities of one Wayne Golden, a, "purchased person" who travels the world in the service of his operator, a creature from Groombridge Star are possibly multiple creatures, 12,000 years away by rocket. He makes negotiations, buying up precious earth artifacts and other items, and selling useful stuff like a device to turn nuclear waste into usable fuel cells.

He lives in a kennel in Chicago,a nd sometimes he's allowed a few minutes of freedom during which time he is himself. So we get to see his first-person narrative, too. Wayne is a prisoner, and he has a metal plate in his head. The aliens bought his bodies to use for their purposes. Wayne is basically a remote-controlled zombie, and real contact with aliens is not possible, but we do have the fast radio and can transmit signals over vast interstellar distances.

The Groombridge aliens are a strange lot indeed, seeming very cold and calculating, and apparently looking pretty scary/nasty, as Wayne knows since he looked it up once in a library.

The relationship is one-sided. They don't control his thoughts, just his body, and he thinks they probably see it as some kind of machine they use. And he wants to spend his 85 minutes of newfound freedom with his girlfriend, Carolyn. But she isn't around.

I say girlfriend, but Carolyn and Wayne haven't really spent much actual time together. Only about eight minutes, in fact. And they are seldom free at the same time. But they see each other, and even when they are on duty sometimes, they're not actively doing anything, so it can touch. And one person can talk, the free one, obviously. And there's definitely some corruption at work in the purchasing system. And he gets some condescension from the kennel clerk, but at the same time you kind of get the feeling that maybe he's reading that into it, maybe it's not actually there. Because, you know, as it becomes very apparent very quickly, Wayne is definitely not a reliable person to take trust in, or even really, necessarily to feel that sorry for.

He eats a meal in a Mexican restaurant, enjoying every minute of it, though kind of rushing everything. And yeah, feeling pretty horny. And he tips big and asks a random lady on the street to give him a kiss, when he only has a few minutes to spare. Human contact, you see? Feels good.

He makes it back to the kennel just on time for the owners from Groombridge to take over again. And we lose the first person. And he does a bunch more globetrotting, completing assigned tasks, and then is relinquished with a whole 1,000 minutes.

We do learn a bit about why Wayne is a prisoner. He is, to put it bluntly, a murderous pedophile. And he makes sure to tell us that he didn't sexually molest any of his victims. He just needed to see them die. Eventually, he's put in a ward for the criminally insane where he lived for years until the aliens from Altair make contact. And I guess they are the first ones.

And yeah, like Alex DeLarge, he's interested in being one of the ones to get the treatment. And it takes a while. We learn about the, "funny habits" of some of the alien purchasers. And they all have their preferences. It's kind of interesting. Like some of them, there's a race of aliens that are only interested in black folk. And there's the aliens that insist that their purchased people never eat fish.

But yeah, there's a humiliating experience. It's quite humiliating being a purchased person, generally. You don't get to control your body, but the body still does its automatic things. Once Wayne crapped his pants at an astronomical conference in Russia. And yeah, this kind of gone into, it's like, it would be funny, but it's really not. It's pretty nasty.

This time, with a thousand minutes, he gets a prostitute to come to his room. But is too tired and drunk off scotch and falls asleep. Wakes up to an empty wallet and just a few minutes to spare. "All I got of it were clean clothes and a hangover."

Later in the spring, Wayne has a long period of being controlled. And at one point, Carolyn, free, shows up. He's watching riots outside an embassy window on behalf of the masters. And while the room is empty of anyone else, she tries to pleasure him. It doesn't work, though. His mind must be aware of it, though.

In June, something unusual happens. Wayne's placed on indefinite furlough, though, at a 50-minute notice, the aliens can still use him. And he uses this time to go on a mad-dash hunt for Carolyn all over the place. But he keeps missing her.

He gets a call to report to a kennel in Philadelphia. There's Carolyn. But she's not happy. The Groombridge people have taken note of their human's interest and want them to be intimate while they're working.

They take over Wayne while he's screaming and upset that it isn't right, that it isn't fair, but they are owned and the aliens can do whatever they want with them.

Carolyn doesn't survive the experience or experiments, as the dispassionate third-person voice tells us. Her account is terminated. Wayne continues to function as a purchased person. But now, his control is relinquished, he is self-destructive and violent. The aliens determine to continue experiments with Wayne and other partners in the future. And it continues.

And yeah, that's the end of the story, really. Again, it's not very long, but there's a lot packed in there. And I can't really do it justice by just describing what happens. You just read it. You get sucked into the bleakness right away. It has a strange, discomforting feeling to it. Read it.

That really makes you want to take a shower, even though he doesn't describe anything. It's kind of the worst part, I guess.

Gretchen:

Yeah, the implications and also that it really is effective, the switching from third to first, depending on who's in control.

JM:

Yeah. At the same time, you can't help but feel that maybe this is how his victims fell, right? They had no control. And they were just not even, they didn't even have a chance. They were just young girls and they died after he was, I don't know, he said he didn't molest them, but who knows, really.

Nate:

Yeah, he's definitely an unreliable narrator, for sure.

JM:

Oh yeah, for sure. Even when he talks to the guy at the kennel, he's so on edge and disrespectful. And he calls him a slur and stuff like that. But any earlier kind of thinking, it seemed like he's being that mean to him, right? But he can't help but feel condescended to because it's probably because of his status as a purchased person, right? And he's always like, he feels like people who know this about him, people who know that he has a plate in his head and that he can turn into a remote controlled zombie for a race of distant Lovecraftian aliens are going to disrespect him no matter what. Like, this is like really angry inside, right? And what happens at the end makes him even angrier and he's like completely self-destructive now. He's gone over the edge.

And yeah, like he's just really fucked up too because you think about how like somebody like him, I mean, yes, he's a monster, but and maybe it's best to put people like that away so they don't impinge upon society. But at the same time, if you believe that the object of justice should be rehabilitation and not absolute punishment, this kind of stuff is really hard.

The way the society does it is so dispassionate too. You can see how the authorities convince themselves that it's not even about punishment. It's just like, well, we have this opportunity now. Nobody else is going to do it, right? Who would surrender themselves to be the moving part, the machine of a distant race of aliens, right? Nobody would do it unless they were coerced to do it somehow.

And the guy, when he's "free" he has a certain amount of freedom that he probably wouldn't otherwise have. I mean, he's able to rent a car and drive all over the place looking for his would-be girlfriend. But he always knows that like within an hour's notice he could be shut down and he could be back to traveling the globe and purchasing valuable works of art to send into space never to be seen by the human race again.

It's such a grim future.

Gretchen:

Yeah. Yeah, I think it's interesting what you said, J.M., during the non-spoiler section, that like kind of anti-climactic feel of it, because it is like these aliens don't change the way that people are treated. They're just like integrated into things that humanity has already done and is just now doing for another species.

JM:

Yeah, it's really something. I guess it seems like that's a theme that we've been hammering on with these stories a lot this batch, is this dehumanization aspect. Like, it's definitely really there in the Tiptree story that's coming up as well.

Nate:

Sure, yeah. This is definitely an interesting contrast to "Gateway" which I read kind of recently, and that "Gateway" also deals with first contact and colonialism and various other things that we see in lost race type stories, but it approaches it from a totally different angle than this. I wouldn't call "Gateway" a comic novel, but it's definitely not a horror novel, even though there's definitely like some moments in there that are just terrifying due to their sheer scale and scope. But yeah, it's interesting to see a real dark and cynical take on these themes. 

JM:

It makes me wonder what kind of place he was in when he wrote this, just because, yeah, like I'm used to seeing a pretty light touch from him, even when he's covering dark subjects. He usually, it's cloaked in a lot of satire and humor, and like, yeah, the implications are usually pretty dark, but it's not right out, like, in your face like that.

I just find the anecdote with the Williamson thing to be really funny, because like, I could just picture Williamson's thing being so wholesome and nice, and, you know, like, it's like, Pohl's like, wow, what about this? It's like, yeah, I don't think that fits in our novel. I'll do Boy's Life. You can do some crazy horror story thing. Yeah.

Gretchen:

Yeah, that doesn't really mesh well, I don't think.

JM:

Yeah.

Nate:

One nice touch I thought that this has, that has really nothing to do with anything else, but there's some nice New Jersey geography described here, in particular, a very seedy stretch on Route 35, and he talked about Long Branch a little bit, so that was nice to see.

JM:

Yeah, he talks about that in "The Way The Future Was", too. He actually describes a lot of places near your area. 

Nate:

Yeah, yeah.

JM:

So something he was pretty familiar with, I guess. Yeah. I want to share a funny anecdote online that I read online recently. This also has to do with a Pohl story that we're not, we haven't read, but it's just kind of funny because somehow, I think this was on a, probably a science fiction Facebook group or something like that. It's kind of one of the only reasons why I still stay on Facebook sometimes is because there's some kind of cool groups, and it's good for different things, including advertising the podcast, but somehow Frederik Pohl's name came up, and I think I mentioned this story, and how dark it was, and how somehow like the topic was kind of came around to Pohl's darkness or lack thereof. And yeah, this is a really dark story from him, if you want to go that far.

Somebody brought up a story and he's like, this person basically said, well, if you really want to read a dark story from Frederik Pohl, read the story "Day Million."

So, I didn't know this story. I wasn't familiar with it. I noticed that Pohl said that it was one of his favorite stories from the 60s that he wrote, and that he thought it meant a lot to him. And I read it, and one of the things I do sometimes, especially when we're doing an author that has short stories on a podcast episode is I'll read a lot of other stuff, just to get a handle on what they're like. I'd read some Pohl before, but not a ton of stuff, so I decided to read a whole bunch of short stuff. And I read the story "Day Million." So basically, it's not really a story. It doesn't have a plot. It's more of like, I don't know, maybe it's what they would have called in Astounding, a thought variant, maybe?

I don't know, but it's like basically hypothesizing a future where this couple meets, and he's a space pilot or something, and she's had all this surgery, and all this stuff done to her, to make her aquatic. So she's like, basically a mermaid, and she was also at one time a man, but now she's not. And this couple meets, and they fall in love, and they decide to get married, but he's a space pilot, so he's not there a lot of the time. And at the end of the story, Pohl basically says, but it doesn't really matter, because even though they never actually see each other in person, they're able to connect together, and, you know, what is all this wonderful intimate sensation, but things that the brain produces, and if you can reproduce all those sensations, you can have a couple that are like millions and millions of miles apart, and it's like they're still as intimate as they ever could be.

I'm like, I read this story and I'm thinking to myself, that doesn't really seem dark. That seems really nice. That seems like a really nice vision of the future, almost, in a way. And, you know, it just kind of struck me, the person that said that wasn't being sarcastic, they actually did think this was a really, really dark story.

It just kind of goes to show how divided some of our viewpoints are, and how something like science fiction can really bring that out into the open. What's like a really dark, terrible future to somebody might actually be really positive to somebody else.

So, I don't know, I just thought that was really interesting, but I said, yeah, not nearly a dark story like this one, no matter what way you look at it.

But yeah, really cool writer, I think, and again, a person that has had a lot of experience in the field, and I really like the way he breaks things down. I really like the way he talks about things, like, when he goes into the magazines he'll talk about everything from, like, what you have to do to get stories to how you can balance the budget to what kind of corners you might have to cut, and he goes into the industry and describes, like, what it's like working with distributors and how you have to deal with people who might not have a clue about your genre of choice and stuff like that, and, again, talking about publishing and all the different people that he met and stuff like that, and it's kind of a, especially contrast to somebody like Moskowitz, I mean, no disrespect to him, the guy's done a ton of research and he obviously knew his subject very well, but reading his recounts of fandom was, like, a pretty dry and un-stimulating experience, whereas Pohl actually makes it fun. And talking about the magazine publishing and stuff was actually super interesting, especially thinking about the way it was back then and how we've gotten into it, and we did our special on Astounding and where we, like, actually went through an entire issue, cover to cover, here he is talking about how these things are made and the differences between the different magazines and so on, and it's just really cool.

Yeah, just as dark and morbid as this story is, I really recommend it. It stays with you for sure. Definitely, again, like I mentioned in a previewing this one, not to be read if you're, I guess, easily disturbed and put off, but if you like kind of a horror sci-fi and you want to read something that, I don't know, I think this is, like, really unsettling story that you're not going to forget in a hurry. And I'm sure David Hartwell thought so too, that's why it's in "Foundations of Fear."

Gretchen:

Yeah, I would also recommend this story as, like, a really worthy story to read with, like, really interesting moral questions to think about. And I would just say don't go into it for light reading, but it's a great story to read.

JM:

Not only the, like, sort of scuzzy sexual angle, but also the idea that, like, robot-controlled zombies might be wandering around. It kind of reminds me of the robomen from that early Doctor Who story with the Daleks on Earth and stuff where they, like, capture humans and just put a radio transmitter in their head and, like, make them do stuff and, you know, they have no control over their bodies or anything like that. They pretty much expire and die. And I don't know, I always had this morbid thought too of, like, when I was thinking about that, like, yeah, they probably still have to do, like, normal bodily function stuff, right? Like, they probably still have to eat and sleep and crap. And these are things that probably their controllers don't really care about that much, that kind of existence. This is, like, how they must freak people out, like, that description of the incident at the Astronomical Conference and, like, the guys yelling at him, right? And just, like, you have to get out of here! Like, you smell horrible! We don't want your kind around here! Like, just, and you can hear all this stuff. But he's really talking to the alien, obviously, but, like, again, he's, like, well, this alien is 12,000 years of space travel away. I have to shout to be heard, right? So, really nasty piece of work. So, yeah.

But if you want to read a lighter, not really lighter, I mean, it's pretty dark story too, but it's, like, done in that kind of satirical, not quite so heavy way. Definitely some of his 50s stuff, like, that story, "The Tunnel under the World". I definitely recommend, because that's really good, too. And that's, like, that was one of the first pull stories that I became familiar with, so I have an attachment to that one in particular. And the X Minus One radio drama.

So, next up on Chrononauts, we have two really cool stories, don't we?

Gretchen:

Yes. Our next two stories will be "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream" by Harlan Ellison, and "The Girl Who Was Plugged In" by James Tiptree Jr., or Alice Sheldon, outside of the pseudonym.

JM:

Yes, so I'm looking forward to talking about those. I really enjoyed both those two. I had read the Tiptree and Ellison in the past, but not for a while, especially the Ellison.

Gretchen:

Yeah, I chose the Tiptree just after reading it for the first time, and it's been a while since I first read Ellison's story, so it was interesting to revisit it.

Nate:

It'll be another fun but dark time.

Gretchen:

Yes.

JM:

Yeah, more kind of dark and disturbing stories, and I have a lot to say about the Tiptree and a lot of questions, or one big question actually, but I won't spoil anything. We can talk about it when we talk about it. Yeah, I'm really looking forward to that.

In the meantime, don't sell your precious works of art to aliens thousands of light years away. You'll miss them and you'll never get them back. So keep them close and, yeah, if first contact comes with aliens, I hope it's a little nicer than that.

With all that said, we really enjoyed this. You can come and visit us on all our places online at chrononautspodcast.blogspot.com. You can email us at chrononautspodcast@gmail.com or you can leave us a comment on any of our social media platforms. And, yeah, we'll be back very soon with the next installment of Chrononauts. This is J.M., Gretchen, and Nate signing off for now.

Good night. 

Bibliography:

Pohl, Frederik - "The Way the Future Was: A Memoir" (1978)

Thursday, December 26, 2024

Episode 46.3 transcription - Gerald Kersh - "The Brighton Monster" (1948)

(listen to episode on Spotify)

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Kersh biography, non-spoiler discussion

Nate:

Good evening and welcome to Chrononauts, a science fiction literature history podcast. I'm Nate and I'm joined by my co-hosts, J.M. and Gretchen, and tonight we are taking a look at six miscellaneous short stories. If you'd like to listen to our first two segments, check out our previous installments in this episode for Kylas Chunder Dutt's, "A Journal of 48 hours in the Year 1945", and Sakyo Komatsu's "The Savage Mouth". But for now, J.M. will be taking us through the short story, "The Brighton Monster", by Gerald Kersh.

JM:

Yeah, this is my bit, and I've been looking forward to this for quite a bit. I picked this one. We all struggled kind of a little bit to pick stories because not that there's a lack of stories, quite the opposite. There's so many awesome short stories in this field, and this is the first time we got a chance to do this. Where do we go? And, you know, I have tons of science fiction anthologies and collections and stuff like that. But for this, I decided that I wanted to highlight a story that comes from somebody who's not exactly a genre writer anyway, although he does dabble in it, and we'll get to that.

Gerald Kersh is somebody I discovered, I think around 2016, maybe early 2017. I came across him, I can't remember, I think it was a list of something that I found online about unusual fiction works or something like that. And then I also came across Harlan Ellison writing about him. So Harlan Ellison is somebody we'll be talking about very shortly, actually.

Gretchen:

Yes.

JM:

He always said that Gerald Kersh was his favorite writer, so that's kind of a cool connection. There's actually quite a lot of connections between all this stuff, which I think is really neat, actually.

But Gerald Kersh was born in Teddington on Thames in England on August 26, either 1912 or 1911. There seems to be some conflicting info about that. But he was born to a large and somewhat impoverished Jewish family. He wrote a lot of genres, arguably crossing over with total ease, but it seems interestingly like the weird and science fiction communities had a large part in keeping his work alive and talked about. It seems after his death, pretty much besides that, Gerald Kersh, despite being a rising star in the 1940s, was all but completely forgotten by the general literary public. Ellison had a good deal to do with preserving his name. He wrote about him frequently.

You can also find some of his stories anthologized by people like Judith Merrill in the 1960s and in the Alfred Hitchcock anthologies, like "Stories Not For the Nervous" and "Fear and Trembling" and basically all these these creepy suspense thriller crime anthologies that I'm not sure how much Hitchcock really had to do with putting them all together. A lot of them do seem like stories that he might have made into either movies or episodes of the Alfred Hitchcock Presents series or something like that. To be fair, he does seem to really have had his ear to the ground when it comes to this kind of stuff. Obviously, a lot of his work is based on horror stories of various kinds of suspense stories, Daphne du Maurier and Patricia Highsmith and stuff like that. And I believe even our soon-to-be-discussed Frederik Pohl featured one of his stories and one of his anthologies.

A lot of the biographical and analysis work on him seems to have been done by the writer Paul Duncan in the late 1990s. So we have his website to thank for a lot of the details about him and his life right now. Supposedly he was working on a biography of Kersh for print, but I'm not sure if that come to fruition yet. He did say, "Gerald Kersh was one of those word hustlers who haunted all night coffee bars in London's Soho, writing on stolen toilet paper, making a mug last until daybreak. And when he made it, when he became one of England's highest-paid wordsmiths, fate and circumstance cruelly ganged up to throw him back in the gutter."

Nowadays, you can find additions of some but not all of his works from cool, smaller presses like the awesome Valancourt books. They've done a lot of great stuff for fantastic, weird and decadent fiction reprinting lots of obscure and interesting titles and also producing new anthologies like "The Valancourt World Book of Horror", which features writers from all over the world. So it's pretty cool. Some of them are reprints, some of them are new stuff. They reprinted "Night Shades and Damnations" in 2013 with an introduction by Harlan Ellison, and the same year is comic novel "Fowlers End" with an introduction by Michael Moorcock.

Yeah, again, it's interesting that much of this stuff is not strictly speaking in the fantastic, let alone science fiction, but it's really this community that seems to have taken such an interest in his work, and I don't know if that's because of his writing, which does tend to get a little strange at times, even when he's writing seedy crime fiction. But Valancourt did release his arguably science fiction novel "The Great Wash" called "The Secret Masters" in the US, and this book was originally published in 1953, and it is certainly a work of science fiction. I haven't read it myself yet. I've read a number of his other things by now, and this one has something to do with a group of scientists that want to basically take over the world by melting the polar ice caps, and Duncan compares it to like an Edgar Wallace kind of story. Certainly seems different from some of his other stuff, but some of his short stories definitely fit into science fiction as well. You can find electronic editions of a lot of this stuff online. Well, it doesn't seem like his entire ouvre has been reprinted. It looks like a good amount of it has been, though some of the novels and story collections, they do seem pretty rare, and they may have been only printed a few times during his lifetime and not afterwards.

He seems to have been what was called a raconteur and loved tall tales, and there's an odd sense in his biographical information I found that it's kind of characters you see in his stories, larger-than-life grandiose con men and schemers and boxers and wrestlers with big dreams. They're all wrapped up in Gerald Kersh, the person. He was a big physical presence and worked a large number of jobs from a young age, everything from cinema manager to bodyguard, debt collector, ship's cook, traveling salesman. It seems like he did it all in his lifetime, and reading about him gives a sense of a man who lived hard and fast and maybe burned out rather quickly.

From a young age, Gerald Kersh was really into writing. At some point, he did write the very successful novelist Edgar Wallace, he wrote him a five-page letter, reproaching him for his success and challenging him to read an enclosed short story, claiming it was better than anything Edgar Wallace could have written. But on the same token, he was also asking him for advice about how he could go about publishing his stuff. So supposedly he did get a perfunctory letter back from Wallace's secretary, but what that letter said, we don't know, but the kind of person that you as very, you know, in your face a little bit challenging.

He was also really into wrestling and boxing, and you can see that and a good number of his stories, including the one we're about to cover tonight. He was an all-in wrestler himself for a few years. Outside of that, he was always getting into fights, and in 1931 was apparently hit on the head with a hatchet. And he supposedly won the fight, but had nerve trouble and recurrent headaches for the rest of his life as a result of this injury. It was quite something to look at, apparently, a lot of scars all over his hands and stuff like that. There's some pictures of him online.

His first novel was published by Wishart and Company in 1934, and this was a semi-autobiographical work called "Jews Without Jehovah", which would kind of set a pattern for many of the titles to come in his work, like "Room Without Walls", "Clocks Without Hands", "Profit Without Honor", "Men Without Bones", etc. It really seems to like this format.

This book was the tale of the trials and tribulations of a lower-class Jewish family living in London. But unfortunately, the book was read by some of his relatives who banded together and sued him for libel, and the book was quickly withdrawn. And as far as I can see, it's now impossible to find anywhere.

For the next year, he was working with the larger publishing house, William Heinemann, and his big breakthrough came in 1938 with his third novel, the book "Night and the City". This is a sordid tale of dirty, so-ho nightlife clubs and cons and vicious people, but also very funny at times, and was filmed twice, once in 1950, and once in the 90s with the action of movie in New York. The 1950 movie is directed by Jules Dassin and stars Richard Widmark, and includes actors like Herbert Lom and Gene Tierney. I really like that movie, but it's quite different from Kersh's story. And Kersh himself was paid $40,000 for it and joked that he was the highest-paid writer in history, as he got paid $10,000 of work for four words, the title. This is a really good book, though, and introduces one of, if not his most famous character, the incredibly slippery and devious con artist Harry Fabian.

Short stories were also an important part of his ouvre, and he cranked them out pretty steadily for 30 years, and were all sorts of magazines, large and small. His first book of shorts was in 1939 called "I Got References", and even during the war years, Kersh was extremely prolific, putting out a very large number of novels and short stories in multiple genres, with all sorts of intriguing titles like "Prelude to a Certain Midnight", "The Ugly Face of Love," "The Terribly Wild Flowers", "A Long, Cool Day in Hell," "The Nine Lives of Bill Nelson", "The 1,000 Deaths of Mr. Small," and so many more.

During the war itself, Kersh joined the Coldstream Guards in 1940, and he wrote at night, and ironically, it was while on leave in London, during the blitz that he was injured during a bombing raid, causing him crippling knee trouble, and also destroying a half-finished manuscript he was working on.

To illustrate the kind of guy Kersh was, once again, an anecdote, but he apparently had cartilage removed from his legs, from his knees, and kept it as a souvenir, and years later, while living in America, traded it to a random stranger, one would hope at a bar or something like that, for a zippo.

His injury got him transferred to non-combat duty stuff, associated with the war office, and he was asked to write propaganda pieces. So he wrote what was supposed to be a pamphlet on infantry training, but the war office disliked it and rejected it, so he fleshed it out and sold it as a book called "They Died with Their Boots Clean", a story about young, fresh recruits being heartened into guards, and this 1941 book became a huge seller, and was highly regarded in the war years. Despite this, the radio play adaptation he wrote for the BBC was apparently bad.

He was no stranger to radio, though, having done comedy scripts for the BBC as early as 1936. He had an anonymous column in The Daily Herald called "The Private Life of a Private," and did films for the Army unit. He wrote under a number of pseudonyms around this time for newspapers, one of which was for the people, where he wrote under the name Piers England for pretty much the duration of World War II.

Generally, though, the Army was dissatisfied with his war performance, and he failed to make officer grade, and so was no longer allowed to work with the film unit, but he really wanted to participate in the war, and he managed to talk to some people and got himself flown to France as an American war correspondent. Here, he was on the ground in Nazi-occupied territory, and he had family in France, and he discovered that some of them had been sent to Nazi death camps. For others, he stole food from the Army mess hall to bring to them.

Technically, he'd actually deserted the Army to fly to France, but it seemed he mostly got away with it. Of course, he continued to write, and back in England, he co-wrote the screenplay to the film "The True Glory", which is an Oscar-winning documentary production about the victory in Europe. Perhaps as a result of his position as American war correspondent after World War II, he started spending more time in the United States, where he began to crack the magazine market and also get his stuff published by companies like Ballantine.

"Prelude to a Certain Midnight" was published by Doubleday in the US in 1947, and that's the first Kersh book I personally read. Really great book, kind of a dissection of the detective mystery genre set in, once again, grimy SoHo of the 1930s with a host of really interesting and eccentric characters and a really dark point of view shift in the last quarter when the narrative suddenly changes to the point of view of the murderer.

The Saturday Evening Post seems to have been a favorite magazine of his, but he also had stuff published in Esquire, Playboy, and Colliers. Unfortunately, bad luck or bad business seems to haunt Gerald Kersh, like it hangs around a lot of his characters, and he soon fell into heavy debt. He had lots of money on taxes and started searching for a place he could live and basically not have to pay. He bought a house in Barbados, but it burned down, and he lived in Canada for five years, I think somewhere in rural Quebec, and then moved to Upstate New York, where he lived the rest of his life. It seems like his hard living was really starting to catch up with him, and along with his financial woes, he started to suffer serious health problems in the 1950s and 60s. His second marriage ended in bitter divorce in 1955, and that may have taken another toll on him.

He would have been the first person to tell you, you should take care of the body you have, but it seems like that was a lesson he himself learned too late in life. He was still writing, though, and very prolifically. genre didn't seem to mean anything at all to him, as he just casually crossed boundaries all the time. I mentioned the novel "The Great Wash", though, earlier, and this was published in '53, and this book Paul Duncan links to the sort of downfall of Kersh with a literary establishment. And seemingly, that was not at all what the critics especially were looking for at the time, and sales of his work would decline after this.

Indeed, it seems like Kersh's later period stuff is actually harder to locate than his earlier material nowadays. Still, people did notice his novel "Fowlers End", 1957, was considered by Anthony Burgess an utter comic masterpiece, and that year he also won the Edgar Award, the prestigious American Mystery Writers Prize, for his story "The Mystery of the Bottle", which was an account and speculation on the disappearance of Ambrose Bierce. A writer we haven't covered on the podcast, but we might do someday.

In 1961, he produced a historical novel, "The Implacable Hunter", about Saul, the persecutor of Christians who became Saint Paul, the late apostle. And this novel was again favorably reviewed by Anthony Burgess and compared with Robert Graves' "Claudius" novels.

Kersh died on November 5, 1968, in Middletown, New York, only at age 56, throat cancer, or complications due to throat cancer. So Kersh's short stories in particular often do take the form of a tall tale, often told as though it was a story delivered to the narrator, Gerald Kersh, himself.

And this story here is very nearly an example of that, not as much as some of his others, which literally, oh, Gerald Kersh was sitting at a bar one day and this crazy guy came up to me and started telling me this weird story.

Yeah, this is kind of similar to that in some ways. I read this first in the collection "Night Shades and Damnations", which has a lot of really cool stories from him. It's been reprinted a bunch of times. It first appeared in the Saturday Evening Post, February 21, 1948. And it was actually anthologized a year later in an anthology called "The Other Side of the Moon", edited by August Derleth. It ended up being printed first in his collection "The Brighton Monster and Other Stories" in 1953.

So very, very busy times for Gerald Kersh in the 40s and 50s especially. This one was originally just called "The Monster". Somehow the addition of the word "Brighton" does make it stand out a lot more.

But yeah, what do you guys make of this piece?

Nate:

Yeah, I thought that was pretty good. And it's one of these ones that are difficult to talk about in non-spoiler sense because so much of it does hinge on the ending. But overall, I think it was definitely a good one. And this is an author I'd never heard of before you picked the stories.

Gretchen:

Yeah, of course, I only really knew about Kersh after we had talked about him, J.M. I did not know about him before that. This is still the first thing I've read. I would like to read more by him, but I thought this was a great story. I know that we've kind of mentioned before that we have quite a few stories that we've read this for the host choice here that are disturbing in kind of the more traditional horror ways, and then there are stories that are disturbing in more subtle in ways that cut closer to our real world issues. And that's definitely what we get here. It is really just a very sad story. And of course, it's hard to say why without getting into spoilers, but it is quite... This one is definitely a heavy story in the same way that some of the other ones we've read for this section have been.

JM:

Yeah, and I just spent a few minutes talking about Kersh's life and from all that stuff, you would kind of expect this really grandiose, big, larger-than-life kind of crazy story. But this is actually very understated, very calm. It doesn't really feel like some of his other stuff, although it seems like also what's come of learning about his entire output is that he was capable of a lot of different things and moving around a lot in different areas of genre and everything. And I don't know, I'm really... Since I started reading his stuff, I really got into his work a lot. The short stories are really diverse and really good. The novels, although I mostly read the kind of London crime, con-type novels and stuff like that, they're really, really awesome. Really, really cool writing, really sharp, really funny. Very interesting characters that he really makes you understand and relate to, and sometimes it's really painful, and especially you're reading about somebody who seems like a really, really shitty person at first and then you get to the core of what kind of person it is and why they're that way, and suddenly you end up empathizing with them more than you thought you would. It's pretty cool.

Yeah, I like this one a lot. Most of the stories in "Nightshades and Damnations" are maybe not quite as fantastical, but they can be a little bit that way. "The Man who Collected Clocks" was a good one in there, and "Busto Is a Ghost". "Too Mean to Give Us a Fright!", a story about a despicable landlord who ends up having, again, a tragic underside to him.

This one, yeah, we'll just get into it, because like you said, Nate, it's not really, you can't really talk about it too much without describing...

Nate:

I mean, I guess you could say it is good in the atmosphere. The atmosphere reminded me a little bit of the beginning of that Visiak novel, "Medusa" we covered a while back, where it's just kind of weird stuff happening around this coastal sea town. Yeah, you get a lot of weird goings on here for sure, but yeah.

JM:

Yeah, I didn't make that connection, but you're totally right.

Gretchen:

Yeah, I didn't think about that either, but I like that comparison.

JM:

Yeah, definitely. It was actually from that book that I learned that Portishead is an actual place, not just a band.

Nate:

But I guess, generally speaking, if you're into that weird sea kind of stuff that we covered a whole while back, this could definitely fit in there, and I think it has some similar atmosphere to some of those stories.

Gretchen:

Yeah, kind of even like with Hodgson, it kind of has that same sort of vibe to it.

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JM:

So yeah, the way this is told is really interesting, because again, it's kind of like a story within a story, and until you get to, you kind of think that maybe the narrator is just going to talk about his manuscript and nothing else, but then in the end you kind of get the addendum to it, which adds the cap onto the whole story and gives it a lot of its weight.

But the Brighton Monster purports to be a thing discovered by Gerald Kersh, and he's going to summarize a dusty old 18th century manuscript he found and add something to it. So it's an extraordinary tale full of sad coincidence.

The newspaper office was clearing out some garbage, and of course it's London in 1943, and there is a paper shortage, and well, everything has to be salvaged. So the corridor is full of moldy old paper by the sound of it, and most of the paper was pulped, hundreds of pounds of it. But Kersh saved this weird little pamphlet entitled, "Account of a Strange Monster Captured Near Brighthelmstone  in the County of Sussex on August 6th in the Year of Our Lord  1745".

That was probably at the bottom of a drawer somewhere, and this, of course, is in 1943, and the significance of this find took a bit to become clear, but, of course, our friend Gerald is publishing this in 1948.

He says the only reason he grabbed it was that he was born on August 6th, so I guess he thought it'd be amusing. And he read the thing, and it languished unattended in his uniform pocket until two years after the end of World War II. And he offers 250 pounds to any lady or gentleman who comes forward who might have sent this to the paper.

Anyway, he calls the document rubbish from a literary standpoint, a pretentious piece of, "natural philosophy written by an idol reverend in the church." Kersh exhibits some contempt for the writer, so that's somewhat amusingly named Arthur Titty.

Nate:

Yeah, I was kind of just curious why he went with that name. I mean, we've covered a lot of silly names on the podcast, but that has to be one of the silliest.

JM:

Add Art Titty to the collection. But he does say the manuscript makes him afraid in a succinct paragraph while it's on. So the monster was found in the summer of 1745 by a couple of fishermen off Brighton, then generally called Brighthelmstone. Not the tourist attraction it would later become.

These two fishermen, though, brothers-in-law Hodge and Rogers, are out in a boat, and they had a bad night, and Hodge, a notorious drunkard, is in desperate need of money. So he was just about to turn for home in discouragement when it's like there's a huge bubble bursting nearby in the sea, and suddenly something's there, a monster of the title, a thing the likes of which the parochial Englishmen have never seen, but which George Rogers instantly identifies as a man, nonetheless.

Hodge says, it can be no such thing! He thinks it's a merman. The body is naked and covered in tattoos of snakes, dragons, and birds with yellow skin. And Hodge is excited, instantly smelling profit. He wants to sell his find and thinks it's worth a lot more than his usual catches.

The man, or creature, is definitely alive and bleeds profusely when they hook him and pull him into the boat. The tattoos the men find frightful, but they are described rather beautifully and are done in many colors.

"It was shaped  like a man and covered from throat to ankle with brilliantly  coloured images of strange monsters. A green, red, yellow  and blue thing like a lizard sprawled between breast-bone  and navel. Great serpents were coiled about its legs. A  smaller snake, red and blue, was pricked out on the  Monster’s right arm: the snake’s tail covered the fore-finger and its head was hidden in the armpit. On the left-hand side of its chest there was a big heart-shaped  design in flaming scarlet. A great bird like an eagle in  red and green spread its wings from shoulderblade to  shoulderblade, and a red fox chased six blue rabbits from  the middle of his spine into some unknown hiding place  between his legs. ‘There were lobsters, fishes, and insects  on his left arm and on his right buttock a devil-fish sprawled, encircling the lower part of his body with its  tentacles. The back of his right hand was decorated with  a butterfly in yellow, red, indigo and green. Low down,  in the centre of the throat, where the bone begins, there  was a strange, incomprehensible, evil-looking symbol."

So you can see why a couple of poor English fishermen would be pretty surprised and not know what to make of this. Rogers covers him up and gives him bread to eat while Hodge gives him some gin and a live fish and goes on about how much money he'll fetch, despite Rogers' protest that they should throw him back. The, "monster" looks very distressed and cries out in a strange voice.

When they get to Brighton, this is where Arthur Titty comes into the picture. Everyone's excited about the find, and the Reverend leaves his book and breakfast, throws on his hat, and marches down to the pier. Titty also recognizes, instantly, that it's a man, but he doesn't respond to any of the languages that the Reverend knows. And the Reverend thinks it's a shipwrecked sailor, but Hodge says, that's impossible, no wind, no wrecks of any kind nearby, no foreign ships, and he points out that the stranger's skin is free of the signs of immersion.

So they have an argument while the monster looks on in distress, and the Reverend agrees to give Hodge a crown for the loan of the stranger, whom he takes to his house to examine. All this not before the stranger's doused with buckets full of seawater, though, and there's a bit of a pattern going forward. Lots of people think that the fact that this revives him from a faint proves that he is a deep sea merman, and they don't know how to feed him, so lots of things are tried. Go figure, he doesn't like seawater or rob meat, prefer it fresh and cooked, respectively.

In their ignorant way, I guess they try to look after him, and he's got a bed of straw and a blanket, only the blanket is damp with seawater, as if he'd prefer this somehow. The Reverend also does all sorts of experiments for his natural philosophy document, weighing, measuring, and bleeding. When the stranger revives, the Reverend's account says he likes to walk and seems extremely strong and agile. He can pick up and throw a man twice his weight, as demonstrated when a surly blacksmith tries to pinch him, but it soon becomes clear that the stranger is not a well man. Not only is he dejected and won't eat much, but sores start to appear on his skin, and they keep assuming he's some kind of air-breathing aquatic mammal, and seawater is really good for him.

Meanwhile, Hodge and the Rev have a small, legal battle, and the former gets seven guineas for the fine, but then hears that a showman offered the Reverend twenty-five for it and basically goes nuts. He ends up in the stocks for being a nuisance, and he immediately starts a fight with his brother-in-law and brains him with a heavy ale can, and gets hanged for his trouble. So none of this stuff makes the Reverend a popular man, and the find is now considered unlucky. Things get pretty intense with an attack on his home, and he ends up moving to London eventually. But meanwhile, the stranger is getting worse, and his sores now turn to open, suppurating blisters, and his teeth begin to fall out. He's locked in a room regularly soaked with water, while a learned doctor pours boiling pitch on the man's sores, and the man does occasionally seem to want to escape captivity, and at last three months after his capture, he does, and he pushes past a manservant at lightning speed on a windy, stormy day.

The stranger runs at full tilt out into the bitter November, plunging into the sea, swimming like hell, and eventually being lost forever. In a room where he'd been held, using one of his dislodged teeth, the man has scratched some markings on a wood paneling, which the Reverend faithfully duplicated in his account. The bright, cobblestone fisherman said, "the sea devil" is what they called it, and this is when the Reverend Arthur Titty packs up for London, and is totally forgotten about his pamphlet of natural history making not even a splash.

But in 1947, our narrator, Kersh, meets up with a Colonel friend of his who works in intelligence, and the guy's retired, but he's spoken about with some reverence, like a romantic wandering character who has seen and done many things which most normal people would never imagine. And this man's really into sports, and like Kersh, he loves boxing and wrestling, and over coffee and cigarettes, the Colonel's waxing enthusiastic about wrestlers from Asia in the West Indies. And here's where Stanislaus Zbyszko is name-dropped, having been beaten by Gama, a West Indian wrestler of considerable age, and mentioned Zbyszko because he actually ended up in the film version of "Night in the City", which hopefully maybe was one thing that may have pleased Gerald Kersh a little bit. The only film he ever acted in, and he played a pretty cool character in that movie.

Anyway, they start arguing about Japanese wrestlers, Sumo vs. Jujitsu, I guess, and the Colonel expresses his favor for the light Jujitsu masters, and it's here that he mentions an incredible wrestler named Sato, whom he had seen in Japan, and who he thought of taking around the world, and I guess this is a hobby of his, but Sato disappeared without trace, and described his looking frightful. He has a picture of him in his wallet, hanging on, and he's like, he has a picture of him there, and he's like, hang on a sec, let me get this picture, and lo and behold, standing among a group of big, strapping, strong men of various types is a compact man, covered in colorful, mythological, and animal tattoos, and Kersh, getting a strange feeling, runs for his old uniform, where that pamphlet has been hanging out, smelly, and neglected, and the Colonel reads the document and is quite astounded.

It's quite a coincidence we have here, but a kind of a cool one, and he can describe easily how Sato's behind was tattooed. It's the same with the octopus and the fox chasing rabbits. Kersh points out the pencil representation of the weak, sick man's teeth scratchings, although it's distorted by time and degredation the Colonel can tell it's Japanese and eventually translates.

"I was asleep. I thought it was all a bad dream, from which I should wake and find myself by the side of my wife. Now I know that it is not a dream. I am sick in the head, pity me poor Sato, who went to sleep in one place and awoke in another. I cannot live anymore. I must die. Hiroshima, 1945."

And Sato had indeed lived in Hiroshima and was on leave from the Navy in August 1945. Did he catch the middle of the bomb blast? Did they somehow shunt him backwards through time and through space, of course. What's more, the symptoms Sato had definitely sound like radiation poisoning, and he speculates on various monsters exhibited in the 18th century at fairs and such. Makes you think, both men agree.

The Colonel expresses a shuddering pity for Sato, and he says, "It scares me, Kersh my boy. It puts a patch to trains the thought of the most disturbing nature. It makes me remember that past and future are all one. I shall really worry in future when I have a nightmare. One of those nightmares in which you find yourself lost, struck down, completely bewildered in a place you've never seen before, a place out of this world. God have mercy on us. I wish I'd never thought of that disgusting secret weapon."

So, yeah, it's really something, and Kersh is writing about this, and obviously had a lot of reason to participate in the war and to hate Nazis specifically. And yet, he says through his characters in this work that the worst invention that mankind ever came up with was basically the atomic bomb, and that was used against Japan, obviously. And certainly, during this time, we definitely see a lot of impending fear of what would happen with the development of first the A-bomb and then the hydrogen bomb, future nuclear weapons that would come to pass that could indeed make the bombs that fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki look like minor incendiary devices.

Nate:

Yeah, and definitely the nuclear apocalypse paranoia is a major theme in science fiction for the decades to come. And we've seen a couple of stories of the effects of the bomb in culture before, the Judith Merrill story we covered it a couple episodes ago as a really good example of that. And I don't know, it's really effective at what it does. I mean, it's basically, it's simple and it's messaging, but it combines two concepts of the damage that the bomb does to people with out of this weird time travel story in a way that kind of reminded me of the Poul Anderson, "The Man who Came Early", where we have this one figure just kind of thrust into a time period where this character has even less of an idea of what's going on or how to function or engage with the society as at least the character in the Poul Anderson story could at least speak the language of the Icelanders whereas this, our Sato here is completely illiterate and unable to speak English, French, German and whatever languages the Reverend speaks to him.

JM:

Yeah, and the Reverend apparently knows a good number of European languages and he tries them all and none of them really make any difference, right? He can't understand a word. He's also sick and lost and there's no success at communication and it doesn't seem to occur to the Reverend to really put a lot of effort into that aspect of things. So he's basically like just stuck there getting buckets of water dumped on him the entire time and like this must be so such a miserable existence, right? It's just like, and yeah, like just thinking like, you know, we think of, I guess, yeah, I mean 1745 Britain during that time, like there were novels and other works and stuff like that and the Enlightenment was in full swing and stuff, I guess, but it really makes a point of how 200 years in the past pretty much there's no hope of bridging the gap between Sato and the people in this stupid village, right? It's like, it's really, it might as well be the medieval times or something like that.

Nate:

It almost adds another horror to the bomb in addition to the physical torture. It's the mental torture and estrangement that he experiences.

JM:

Yeah, yeah, definitely a very emotional piece. And it kind of strikes me too that this was published in a quite a mainstream magazine too. I mean, I guess by this time the larger magazines were starting to try their hand at publishing the odd science fiction story in America. And of course, looking at some of the older ones like Argosy and stuff, I guess, yeah, they did regularly feature these kind of, well, sci-fi adventure stories and stuff like that at least. But this was like even more mainstream than that, right? It's like the Saturday evening post. So this is interesting, you know, he was cracking these markets and really seemed to want to tell this strange story. Yeah, it's powerful. I mean, it's the kind of thing that you can reread a few times and just like it really, he sets it up so well with this like intriguing situation of finding this old manuscript and not thinking much of it. And he's like, well, now the time has come for me to tell you what it contains and then to find out about "The Brighton Monster". And yeah, it definitely partakes in the tradition of, I mean, I don't even know if "paranoia" is the right word because yeah, I mean the...

Nate:

Well, maybe fear and dread and, you know, "paranoia" probably isn't the right word because it is a very rational fear.

Gretchen:

Yeah.

JM:

Yeah. And it's not like, you know, fear of a specific enemy, even in this case, it's just like the weapon itself, right?

Gretchen:

And like even that implication, of course, at the end that this is something that didn't just happen to this one individual, but like it's a situation that many people could have gone through with the use of this bomb and maybe even future uses of this bomb, people being sent back if this weapon were to be used again.

JM:

Yeah. And I guess I didn't look this up and it kind of got me thinking like, so how many people during that time, especially people who were in Hiroshima, for example, how many bodies were never recovered, right? Not saying like they definitely went back in time, but it's just kind of weird, creepy feeling, right? It's like, we don't know, especially in 1948, like he was kind of thinking like, I don't know what the consequences of this could be. Not only terrible radiation sickness and stuff like that for the survivors, but something else that's still unknown, right? We see that decades in the future too with all kinds of ideas that like radiation can cause really strange things to happen and stuff like that. I guess in this case, you know, it's the blast itself. You know, he's kind of even talking about how, well, of course, it's not just movement in time, it's movement in space as well, right? So it's very short story, but it packs a lot into its few pages.

Gretchen:

We've talked with some of the other stories about the idea of eugenics and certain kinds of sciences that have exploited certain people and like have made us look at people differently, different groups of people in dehumanizing ways, and even that is kind of covered in this and like that idea of this person who everyone thinks is just this monster, this beast that is a spectacle that should be put on display or be made as like something to have profit made off of him.

JM:

But it's interesting too because like you got the two brothers, right? The one of them was like, oh, it's obviously a person, right? And the other was like, no, no, it's a profit making machine, right? I need my beer money, right? The contrast, I mean, it's too bad that the more somewhat perhaps somewhat more sensitive brother who actually tried to feed him real food and stuff didn't make it to the end of the story. But yeah, you know, even he was like fearful, you know, it's like, oh, we should like it's bad luck. We should throw him back in the water, right? Where he would obviously die pretty quickly. Just this is an interesting contrast there. And the Reverend, I guess, learned it for his time, you know, he still can only do so much. And he's like thinking of this more as a "natural philosophy" study than an actual. Well, I have a mysterious person on my hands. I should try to help him somehow, right? This doesn't seem to really cross his mind.

Kersh's own war experiences and stuff like that might sort of play into this a little as well. Thinking about people being turned into, you know, something less than human by their circumstances and by the war machine and by Nazi deprivations and stuff like that. But yeah, and when you read that message from Sato at the end and you know what it says, it's just so like, it's not like a long death note or anything like that. But it's just so, just a poignant few sentences, right? It just makes you feel like really bad. Just, oh man.

Gretchen:

The image of him writing it with his own tooth is really also just really, really sad and really quite effective.

JM:

Yeah, yeah, and to think like he did that knowing probably that nobody would ever see what he wrote, but he had to have something. He leaves something behind, right? Yeah, as it turned out, somebody did see what he wrote. Gerald Kersh gave it to the public in the way that Gerald Kersh does.

But yeah, I mean, I would definitely, I'm not sure if this story ended up in any of the general, I mean, it's obviously in a few Kersh collections that you can get now, but some of his stories, like especially the one "Men Without Bones" seems to have been anthologized a lot. But I think this one did show up in a couple of places. I think I came across it and I can't remember what it's called now, but it's actually a collection of, I can't remember the title. I have to see and maybe I can add this in, but it's a collection of stories from non-science fiction authors, basically writing science fiction. And I think it was put together in the 60s or 70s or something like that.

Nate:

Yeah, I see one that's called "Tales of the Supernatural". That was from the 60s, 1962. And there's a later one, "The Young Oxford Book of Time Warp Stories" from 2001.

JM:

Oh, interesting. That seems like it'd be, that would be a cool one to get.

Nate:

Yeah, it looks like there's another Poul Anderson story in there. There's a Ray Bradbury story, Arthur C. Clarke. A couple of authors I recognize, a couple, a lot more than I don't.

JM:

Yeah, these anthologies that have been published over the decades are really gold mines of interesting stuff, and what I really like about them too is that you can go down big rabbit holes where you find an author and you really like it, and you're like, oh, I'm going to, I want to find out more about that person, right?

Nate:

Yeah, definitely.

JM:

And this is just such a cool thing to discover. Just looking at the table of contents, you're like, oh, I know that name. Let's see what this one's like. And yeah, I mean, when I started becoming aware of Gerald Kersh, I found a few of his stories and collections and stuff like that. Oh, you know, that's really cool. And he has a style that's really awesome. And although this one definitely feels a little different, like it's a bit more reserved, I guess, like it's got that wartime sobreness to it. But it's still got that thing that he does so well, or it's like, well, let me tell you a strange tale. This one, he seems like genuinely, like he said, he's afraid, right? So he's thinking about the consequences of this great scientific discovery and secret weapon.

And also, yeah, dehumanization, you know, major theme in this work. So, but yeah, I definitely recommend this one a lot. This is a really great little story. And again, if you can read this, probably only take you maybe 45 minutes or something like that less. And it's powerful little piece.

Gretchen:

Yeah, even though it is effective, especially if you don't know the twist, even knowing it, it's still a very good read.

Nate:

Yeah, it's one of those stories that do benefit with a reread knowing that, going into it.

Gretchen:

Yeah.

Nate:

Looking at it from a different angle. Because when I first read this, I had like no idea that that was what the twist at the end was going to be, this nuclear time travel thing. I don't know what I was expecting, but not that.

JM:

Well, yeah, were you expecting something different?

Nate:

Yeah, I just didn't know it was going to go in this sci-fi direction. I thought it was, I didn't know what it was going to do really.

JM:

You thought it was going to be an actual monster or something?

Nate:

Yeah, I don't know.

JM:

Yeah, my rampaging monster in 18th century and whatnot, right? That would have been fun, but yeah, it's not like that at all. And yeah, I mean, it's got that thing where I think sometimes people have trouble with that, like the beginnings of stories because they have no idea where it's going and they don't know how to like align themselves. And it's a little harder in a novel sometimes, but with a short story like this, it doesn't take him long to get to the main narrative. I don't find it a waste to set it up this way. I think it's a really good way of setting it up and using like this. Yeah, like Kersh does come back into the story in the end, puts the pieces together with his friend there. And yeah, it's a huge coincidence. But like I said earlier, I think it's actually a pretty cool way of using a coincidence. To like make the story work. There's sometimes you see a big coincidence in a story and you're just like, Oh, that would never happen, right? But I don't know for some reason that didn't really cross my mind here. Like didn't cross my mind. Oh, like it's a nice coincidence that he just happened to meet this colonel who just happened to know who this guy was. And he just happened to find this manuscript in this like happened, you know, it's just like, yeah, well, sometimes weird shit like that is what makes a story good. I think it really worked here, even though it seems improbable. But I mean, it also seems probably not likely that a man would be shot backwards in time by an atom bomb, but it's still a cool way of showing how weapons like this can be dehumanizing and terrible.

All right, well, I'm not sure we'll be coming back to Gerald Kersh on Chrononauts because there's really not a ton of science fiction content. Maybe one day we could do that book, "The Great Wash". There's a couple of other stories that might fit in, but even if we never talk about Gerald Kersh again, I'm glad that we had the chance this once because, yeah, in the last few years, he's definitely become an author I really, really appreciate. And I'm glad that we were able to bring him in this episode. Glad we all enjoyed it. And I think it's time to talk about another story, another very, very dark story written by Frederik Pohl. 

Bibliography:

The Nights And Cities Of Gerald Kersh https://web.archive.org/web/20160212044247/https://harlanellison.com/kersh/

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