Showing posts with label 1977. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1977. Show all posts

Thursday, December 3, 2020

The Right Hand of Dextra, and, The Gods of Xuma by David J. Lake (DAW, 1977 and 1978)


TO THE PURPLE BORN

The key to life on Earth is the DNA helix, which determines all the characteristics of every living thing.  The helix, a series of molecules within the life cell, is a spiral—with a left-hand turn.
The planet called Dextra could have been a duplicate of Earth.  It teemed with life, both fauna and flora.  But on Dextra the helix of life had a right-hand thread.  And there could be no viable combination between the two life forms, the native and the invading Terran. 
So it became a battle on the part of the colonists to uproot the native Dextran ecology—purple plants and beasts with surprising intelligence—and replace it with Earth-born green.  But the planet fought back in its own way.  And the result is a science fiction novel that is unusual, exciting, and highly original. 

(I'm tempted to make a joke about Dextra's right hand, but all I'll say is that there's some very strategically placed vegetation on this cover.  Moving right along...) 


BARSOOM REVISITED?
If the universe is infinite, it follows that there may be somewhere real physical worlds that duplicate those of the imagination.  And when Tom Carson caught sight of the third planet of 83 Eridani he recognized at once its resemblance to that imaginary Mars called "Barsoom" of the ancient novelist Burroughs.
Of course there were differences, but even so this planet was ruddy, criss-crossed with canals, and its inhabitants were redskinned, fought with swords, and had many things superficially in common with the fantasy Mars of the John Carter adventures. 
But there were indeed vital variations that would eventually trip up the self-deceived science-fiction-reading travellers from 24th century Earth.  Therin hangs a tale that will delight and surprise everyone who enjoys the thrill of exploring a new world, especially one that seems peculiarly familiar.
(Why is our hero wearing ski boots on a desert planet?)

By the 1970s paperback covers had grown exceedingly dull—except for the genres of fantasy, science fiction and (oddly enough) gothic romance.  These DAW covers with their bright colours and exotic creatures are definitely eye-catching!

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Three more books by Agatha Christie (Fontana 1976,1977 and 1980)

And one last set of books by Agatha Christie.  Last week I wrote about the same titles published in the late 1950s and early 1960s:

A Pocket Full of Rye (1976)


A sick joke brought the sharp-tongued Miss Marple to the Fortesque home...
     Sergeant Hay looked up at Inspector Neele from the bottom of the stairs.  He was panting. 
     "Sir," he said urgently.  "We've found her!" 
     "Found who?"
     "Gladys, Sir, the maid.  Strangled, she was, with a stocking around her throat—been dead for hours, I'd say.  And sir, it's a wicked kind of joke—there was a clothes peg clipped on her nose..."

Peril at End House (1977)


Accident Number One: the heavy picture that falls across Miss Buckley's bed
Accident Number Two: the boulder that thunders past her on the cliff path 
Accident Number Three: the car brakes that fail on a steep hill 
Accident Number Four: the bullet that misses her head by inches 
But the would-be murderer makes a grave mistake—he shoots at his victim while she is talking with Hercule Poirot!


The Labours of Hercules (1980)

A modern 'Labours of Hercules'...
The idea appeals to Hercule Poirot's vanity.  Before he retires to grow superb vegetable marrows he will undertake  just twelve more carefully chosen cases.
All of them will resemble the remarkable feats of strength performed by that brawny hero of ancient Greece, the first Hercules.  But when the fastidious Hercule Poirot faces his modern monsters, his only weapon will be his brilliant powers of deduction...
... And what a contrast!  The earlier editions of these books depict realistic, but rather generic Young Women in Peril on their covers.  These paperbacks are adorned with slightly surrealistic and very symbolic art.   And yes, the symbolism does tie in very neatly with the plots of the books.

The cover paintings on the later books were done by Tom Adams—an illustrator best known for the Agatha Christie covers he did for Fontana and for Pocket Books in America.  They were gathered together in a book (Tom Adams' Agatha Christie Cover Story published by Paper Tiger in 1981).  I'll admit to a soft spot for these covers; not only are they visually intriguing, but I first read Agatha Christie in these editions when I discovered the author as a teenager!

Monday, November 7, 2016

The Sheep Look Up by John Brunner (Orbit, 1977)

From the Green Shed:


'AND NOW A POLICE FLASH,' said the radio.  'RUMOURS THAT THE SUN IS OUT AT SANTA YUEZ ARE WITHOUT FOUNDATION.'

Pollution--social, moral, political and industrial--is the key to the United States of the not too distant future.  The seas are foul, the rivers choked, the land is poisoned by excessive use of insecticides, no one moves out of doors without a 'filter mask' and the sun is permanently obscured.

John Brunner chronicles a full year of this situation, following the lives of a diverse range of characters from all levels of society.  Many are resigned, a few are seeking new ways for mankind to survive, but the one man whom millions believe has the solution cannot be found.

The Sheep Look Up is more than sf speculation, it is terrifyingly realistic.  It is, indeed, 'a fascinating and brilliant profile of the utter technological hell we are working so hard to create' (Sunday Times).
 1970s science fiction had a tendency to be dystopian.  This example is one of Brunner's best-regarded books, having been nominated for a Nebula Award as "Best Novel" in 1972.

Friday, April 22, 2016

The Bloody Wood by Michael Innes (Penguin, 1977)


The setting is a gross parody.  The house party in the country house with its lawns and terraces ... and the nightingale singing in the copse on the hill.

But the hostess is a dying woman and her guests have expectations; the town is lapping up to the village; you can hear the traffic on the arterial road in between the nightingales' songs.

... And those nightingales.  They provide Appleby with the thread which leads to the heart of perhaps the most unpleasant tangle of events in his whole career.
Spoiler alert: The butler did NOT do it.

And there is a butler.  This is one of those British whodunnits where everyone is frightfully upper-crust--even the detectives.  It is a rather late entry in the genre--The Bloody Wood was first published in 1966.  Nonetheless it has all the traditional ingredients, including a country house party where most of the guests have a motive for murder.

Incidentally, if I'm ever invited to one of these shindigs (not likely, I know!) I'm going to say, "Thanks, but no thanks!"  The death rate at these parties is higher than in most warzones.

Kudos, by the way, to the author, who manages to make a reference to Agatha Christie on page  135:
'I suppose it's nonsense,' he said.  'But--do you know? - I never hear of a tape-recorder without remembering some mystery story or another.  By one of those dashed clever women who concoct such things.  Frightfully good.  Only, of course, I don't remember how it was brought in ... Sorry.'