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Tue May 26 18:43:15 1981
SF-LOVERS Digest V3 #133
SF-LOVERS PM Digest Tuesday, 26 May 1981 Volume 3 : Issue 133
Today's Topics:
Humor - SF Purity Test, SF Books - BAD novels
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Date: 11 May 1981 0657-EDT
From: Roger H. Goun <G.ROGER AT MIT-EECS>
Sender: Rick Stone <OR.STONE>
Subject: SF Purity Test
[ The following is a spoof on, what is known at M.I.T. as, the "Baker
House Purity Test." The Test is known outside M.I.T. so you may have
seen it. If not, then prepare yourself for the following. Thanks
to Roger Roun for the Test, and Rick Stone for forwarding it to the
digest. -- Jim ]
For some bizarre reason unbeknownst (?) to myself, I wrote the
following. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
SCIENCE FICTION PURITY TEST
Subtract 2.857143 points for each question answered "yes". Result may
be called percent of purity.
Have you ever...
1. Heard of science fiction? (If the answer to this one is no, try
taking the "Space: 1999" test; they haven't either.)
2. Read a science fiction short story?
3. Read a science fiction novel?
4. Read SF at least once a day for a week?
5. Read SF at least once a day for a month? (You can go blind doing
this!)
6. Seen an SF movie?
7. Done number 6 in the last three months?
8. Read an SF story in french?
9. Read both volumes of Isaac Asimov's autobiography?
10. Skipped the editor's introductions to the stories in an SF
anthology?
11. Read an SF story in a horizontal position?
12. Completely removed the book jacket from a science fiction
hardcover?
13. Wanted to be an astronaut?
14. Seen "Star Trek"?
15. Seen every "Star Trek" episode?
16. Fallen asleep while watching "Star Trek: The Motion Picture"?
17. Seen "Star Wars"?
18. Done number 17 more than 10 times?
19. Fantasized about "Revenge of the Jedi". (Star Wars episode VI.)
20. Been to a science fiction marathon?
21. Read the same SF novel more than once?
22. Read the same SF novel more than ten times?
23. Read more than one SF novel on the same night?
24. Gone through the motions of reading SF while wearing a space suit?
25. Read a superhero comic book subsequent to your weaning?
26. Had a subscription to a science fiction magazine?
27. Been a member of MITSFS?
28. Been to a science fiction convention?
29. Told someone you'd read a science fiction story when you hadn't?
30. Used alcohol to lower your resistance to science fiction?
31. Loaned a science fiction book to someone more than three years
younger than yourself?
32. Entered a black hole?
33. Seen a naked singularity?
34. Written science fiction yourself? (Oh yes you can!)
35. Met a member of an alien race?
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From: KIRK::GOLDSTEIN 13-MAY-1981 16:20
Sender: YOUNG@DEC-MARLBORO
Subj: First sentences of BAD(!) novels
First sentences of BAD(!) novels:
Science Fiction (Sword & Sorcery variety):
K'tath, chief shaman of the People of the Noxious Dragon,
stared pensively into the dawn mists and scratched his
yellow pelt.
Science Fiction (Typical Hardware Mainstream)
Brock thrust out his square jaw and spoke defiantly
into the vocally-actuated piezoelectric terminal of
the ship's main computer: "Dammit, Maggie, that's
the third Class ZY Planet you've led us to since
we came out of hyperspace. If I have to communicate
with another silicon-based life form I'll go space-happy!"
General
My story takes place in an unnamed time, in an unnamed
country. Its two characters I shall simply call 'the
Man' and 'the Woman.'
Love
Selena bounced into the hotel room, smiling at the prospect
of surprising her husband Bill. But her smile vanished at
what she saw. There they were--her beloved Bill and her
best friend Harriet--locked in a passionate embrace, clawing
at one another like two...two ANIMALS! She stood riveted to
the spot, unable to move. The room spun and began to blur
as Selena's tears started.
"Oh damn!" she sobbed. "Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!"
Mystery
Dead. That's what George Halsey was. Dead.
-or, the more economical
"Dead."
"Dead?"
"Dead."
Really off the wall; defies categorization, probably written by a guy
who lives on an herb farm and whose hobby is sucking hardwood:
As Miles Swaithe sojourned on the principal thoroughfare
of the town, he beheld within one of the serried emporia
the Promethean form of Argus Mechanoisus, bicep, sinew,
and features of etched granite proclaiming, in the
Volcanic glow of the crucible, the implacable,
roughshod will of the man who had brought High-Tensile
Carborundum molding to Slagsville.
Another "MYSTERY" -- Tough-guy shamus variety
When you're looking down the unpleasant end of a .45
held by a 300-pound gorilla with an itchy finger and
some nasty ideas about personal air-conditioning, it's
time to reconsider your career choice.
==============================================
Some bad novel ENDINGS, just for variety....
==============================================
The Disaster Novel (The World Is Saved!)
Waiting in the imposing Oval Office for Carson
were not only the three Joint Chiefs of Staff,
but the entire cabinet, thirty senators,
Professor Schwienmunnt, and, looking most
sheepish of all, the President of the United
States. The President stepped forward, held
out his hand, and spoke for everyone who had
refused to believe Carson's carbonated magma
theory and had bitterly opposed him for the
past year. Be generous, Carson thought to
himself, this is very hard for him; he's
admitting he was wrong, almost tragically
wrong.
"Dr. Carson," the Great Man began, "you,
and you alone, have just saved this tired
old world of ours. What can I say but
thank you. Thank you very much."
T H E E N D
The Modern Woman
Joyce knew she had won the final round when George Clifton
shuffled into her office later that morning, a broken man,
his merchandising empire in ruins. She almost found herself
pitying him as he tried to form the words of his pathetic
little speech:
"Joyce...er...I mean...Miss...that is...Ms. Crowder...I
wonder if..there's perhaps a place for me in...your new
organization...I wouldn't ask for much, perhaps a job as
Junior Sales Rep or...or even Trainee...maybe in the Boise
branch office...I'd work hard for you, Joy--er, Ms. Crowd--
"Ha!" She exploded. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
T H E E N D
Science Fiction (The Space Opera)
As the last of the invading Rigellian space cruisers
dissolved into harmless cosmic dust, Karya clung to
the victorious Dirk, unabashed worship in her moist
eyes. "A simple problem," he explained, smiling down
at her, "Once it became clear that the anti-matter
propellant they were using would react synergistically
with the etheric substrate of our Fessenshweiger force-
fields, it was just a matter of fine-tuning our servo
computers to maximize the output imbalance. I'm just
surprised I didn't think of it sooner."
You're talking Science again, darling, she thought--
the Science you love. And I love you for it!
The galaxies watched their embrace in splendid silence.
T H E E N D
The Tough-Guy Shamus
So the case was closed. I shucked off my
.45 and filed it under "T" for Trouble,
knowing I'd be there again sooner than I
wanted to be. On my way out I stopped at
the kid's desk and fired him. He didn't
know it, but I was doing him a big favor.
T H E E N D
AN ACTUAL BIT OF DIALOGUE from a Japanese monster flick, reconstructed
with reasonable fidelity:
PROF. OKAMOTO OF THE HOKKAIDO RESEARCH INSTITUTE
(Foremost Asian Authority on Prehistoric Monsters Who Have
Been Awakened by Nuclear Weapons Testing And Are Very
Cranky about It):
"And so, in conclusion, gentlemen, Drekzilla is
invincible. Our most advanced weapons are useless
against him. We are all doomed."
THE PRIME MINISTER:
"I am sure that all of us thank you, Professor,
for sharing your information with us."
PROF. OKAMOTO:
"Well, it was the reast I could do."
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The Exciting Climax: The Nuts are in the Fire, The Die is Cast,
The Chips are Down, The Underarm Spray is Fast Wearing Out!
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The Countdown Novel
With a shock, Henderson took in the chaotic scene;
the normally antiseptic Strike Central looked like
a battlefield. Printouts, electronic parts, and assorted
space-age jetsam lay everywhere. A servo computer lay
on its side, uselessly spitting tongues of flame.
Thick, acrid smoke parted momentarily and he saw several
bodies sprawled on the floor. Living? Dead? He didn't
bother to find out, for there, at the other end of the
huge underground room, he saw the maniacal form hunched
over the Launch Control Console. It had to be, it WAS
Colonel Zane, the madman! So Zane had finally gone over
the edge, he thought with a rush of panic.
Henderson had to act fast. Running toward Zane, he
saw that the damned maniac had already depressed all
eleven hundred of the blood-red buttons that armed the
ICBMs. ALL HE HAS TO DO NOW, he thought, IS TURN THE
LAUNCH KEY! JUST A FLICK OF THE WRIST TO ARMAGEDDON,
AND IT'S ALL UP TO ME!
Almost there....almost there....He caught his breath
to shout, and for a moment his vocal chords seemed to
freeze in his throat. But just twenty feet from Zane,
just as the unheeding lunatic's hairy hand crawled
shakingly toward the fatal silver key, he found his
voice, the only voice that could save the world from
final madness:
"Hey Zane! Cut it out!"
Sword & Sorcery Again
Shing, the former Master Wizard of the savage, mountainous
land of Egath, raged at his toad-familiar:
"The fools! The stupid, puny fools and their pathetic
little schemes! Thought they that by merely exiling the
omnipuissant Shing to this K'Vall-accursed pile of offal
beyond the Sea of Yellow Mists that they might stanch my
implacable wrath? They shall pay--aye, my loathsome
bunion--they shall pay dearly!"
The tiny toadlike creature, thinking the magnificent
rage of Shing was directed at it, averted its face, which
closely resembled that of Hayley Mills during her career
at Walt Disney Productions.
"And now," the sorcerer continued, his scowl brightening
to a leer, "approaches the instrument of my vengeance, the
pretty child; I shall use her as a skilled musician at
the court of Lord F'Varg uses his---but hold, hold--even
I, who have known all pleasures of the flesh, must pause
in awe of her charms!"
Through the Poison Garden, unaffected by the noxious
emanations of its plants thanks to the spell cast on her
by Shing, she approached: Argeetha, the child-woman,
of whose innocent beauty the poets would sing down through
the dynasties, over whom men would fight duels to the death,
and yes, even wars that would ravage entire upper-middle-income
housing developments.
She drew closer to Shing, her radiance that of a thousand
double suns, her innocence that of a Spring flower blooming
in the high mountain meadows of Egath, half a world away.
She spoke:
"And what, pray, does the mighty Shing want with a lowly
one such as I be?"
--Sheldon
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