_The Struggle for Mastery_
The people of all the Gens of Earth were now between two fires. The
cube-army, ruled by the mistress of the Moon, was laying waste the
dwellings of the Gens, destroying them with a speed and surety of which
no earthquake, whatever its proportions, would have been capable. The
Gens were forced out upon the roof of the world--where, scarcely had
they maneuvered into their prearranged formations, than the Martians
struck.
Those huge balls of fire, larger even than the aircars of the Moon,
landed in vast and awe-inspiring numbers on the roof of the
world--landed easily, with no apparent effort or shock. The light of
them made all the world a place of vast radiance, save only that portion
which was being destroyed by the cube-army, and this area had a cold,
chill radiance of its own.
By groups and organisations the fire-balls of Mars landed, and rested
quiescent on the surface of the globe.
Sarka, pausing only long enough in his laboratory to study this strange
attack and to discover how it would get under way, was at the same time
preparing to go forth to take his own strange part in the defensive
action of Earthlings. A vast confidence was in him....
"We will lose millions of people, father," he said softly. "But it will
end in our victory, in the most glorious war ever fought on this Earth!"
"That is true, my son!" replied the older man sadly.
* * * * *
For several minutes the vast fire-balls, which seemed to be monster
glowing octagons, rested where they had landed, and even then the Gens
of the people were closing on them, bringing their ray directors and
atom-disintegrators into action.
Then, when the Earthlings would have destroyed the first of the vast
fire-balls--and Sarka was noting that the flames which bathed the balls
seemed to have no effect whatever on Earthlings, save to outline them in
mantles of fire--the fire-balls wakened to new life.
They opened like the halves of peaches falling apart, and out upon the
roof of the world poured the first Martians Earth had ever seen!
They were more than twice the size, on the average, of Earth people, and
at first glance seemed to resemble them very much, save that their eyes,
of which each Martian was possessed of two, were set on the ends of long
tentacles which could stretch forth to a length of two feet or more from
the eye-sockets and thus be turned in any direction. Each eye was
independent of its neighbor, as one could look forward while the other
looked backward, or one could look right while the other looked left.
Each Martian possessed two arms on each side of a huge, powerful torso,
and legs that were like the bolls of trees, compared to the slender
limbs of Earthlings. All the Martians seemed to be dressed in the skins
of strange, vari-colored beasts. Each carried in his upper right hand a
slender canelike thing some three feet in length, from whose tip there
flashed those spurts of flame which had puzzled the Earth people before
the actual launching of the attack.
* * * * *
Beyond these weapons, the Martians seemed to possess no weapons of
offense at all, nor of defense.
"With our ray directors and atom-disintegrators," said Sarka, moving
into the Exit Dome with Jaska, "we can blast them from the face of the
Earth!"
But in a moment he realized that he had spoken too hastily.
The nearest fire-ball was, of course, within the area of the Gens of
Cleric, and Sarka could here see with his naked eyes all that
transpired. The Martian passengers, who moved swiftly away from their
fire-ball vehicles, then a flight of the Gens of Cleric descended upon
the fireball and its fleeing passengers, with tiny ray directors and
atom-disintegrators held to the fore, ready for action.
The Martians, at some distance from their glowing vehicle, paused and
formed a ragged line, facing the ball, staring at the descending people
of the Gens of Cleric, their tentaclelike eyes waving to and fro, oddly
like the tentacles of those aircars of the Moon.
The flight was hovering above the first fireball. In a second now, at
the command of an underling, the ray directors would destroy fire-ball
and Martians as thoroughly as though they had never existed at all.
* * * * *
But then a strange thing happened. At that exact moment, timing their
actions to fractions of seconds, the Martians raised and pointed their
canelike weapons of the spurting flames. They pointed them, however, not
at the Earthlings, but at the fire-ball which had brought them to Earth!
Instantly the fire-ball exploded as with the roaring of a hundred mighty
volcanoes--and the descending flight of the Gens of Cleric was blasted
into countless fragments! Bits of them flew in all directions. Many
dropped, the mangled, infinitesmal remains of them, down to the roof of
Earth, while many were hurled skyward through formations above
them--while those formations, to a height of a full two miles, were
broken asunder. Many flights above that first flight were smashed and
broken, their individual members hurled in all directions by that one
single blast of a single fire-ball.
Individuals who escaped destruction were hurled end over end, upward
through other flights higher above, and the whole aggregation of flights
which had been concentrated on that first fire-ball was instantly
demoralized, while full fifty per cent of its individuals were instantly
torn to bits!
Sarka groaned to the depths of him.
"The leader of the Martians, or the master who sent them here, sent them
here to win. For if they do not win, they cannot return to Mars, as they
will have destroyed their vehicles! Their confidence is superhuman!"
"Have faith in the courage of Earthlings, son!" said Sarka.
It was much to ask, for if one single one of these fire-balls could
wreak such havoc with the people of Earth, what would be the destruction
by the countless other unexploded fireballs of the Martians?
* * * * *
Still, the Spokesmen themselves must discover a way to hold their own,
to win against the Martians. For Sarka there was greater work to do. He
must oppose the wills of Luar and of Dalis in a mighty mental conflict,
which would decide whether the homes of men would be saved, or utterly
destroyed by the Moon-cubes.
But as he left through the Exit Dome, with Jaska by his side, he
shuddered, and was just a little sick inside as he saw the fearful
result of that first explosion of a Martian fire-ball! Bits of human
wreckage were scattered over the Earth for a great distance in all
directions from where the fire-ball had exploded. And at that spot a
gigantic crater had been torn in the roof of the world, going down to
none knew what depths.
Even the Martians, here only to consolidate positions which had passed
the demolition of the Moon-cubes, were capable of demolitions almost as
ghastly and complete as those of the cubes!
The sound was incapable of being described, for outside the laboratory
the sound of the advance of the Moon-cubes eating into the dwellings of
men, tumbling them down, grinding them to powder, was cataclysmic in its
mighty volume. A million express trains crashing head-on into walls of
galvanized iron at top speed, simultaneously.
Ear-drum crashing blows as fireballs exploded. The screams and shrieks
of maimed and dying Earthlings--of Earthlings unwounded but possessed of
abysmal fear....
* * * * *
Then, resolutely, Sarka turned his back on the conflict between the
Martians and the people of Earth, and hurtled across the devastated
roof of the world toward that area which was feeling the destructive
force of the vandal cube-army. As he flew, Jaska keeping pace with him
in silence, his mind was busy.
Passage through the white flames of the Moon had given him the key.
Those white flames--source of all life on the Moon--rendered almost
godlike those whom it bathed ... gave them unbelievable access of mental
brilliance ... were the source of that blue column which had forced the
Earth outward toward Mars ... were the source, in some way, of the cubes
themselves, as he and Jaska, after passing through them, owed their now
near-divinity to the same white flames! Those flames had made Luar
mistress of the Moon--therefore of the Gnomes and of the cubes!
Therefore, Sarka, having been bathed in the flames, should make himself
master of the cubes, if he could out-will the combined determinations of
Luar and of Dalis!
His confidence was supreme as he fled through outer darkness toward the
eery light which came from the area of demolitions. Looking ahead, he
could see tiny glows in the sky, which he knew to be the rebels of
Dalis' Gens, flying to keep their rendezvous with him.
Higher mounted his courage and his confidence as he approached the
roaring crash, perpetual and always mounting, which showed him where the
cube-army was busiest. The sound vibrated the very air, causing the
bodies of Sarka to tingle with it, causing them to flutter and shake in
their flight with its awesome power. But they did not hold back, flew
onward through the gloom, leaving behind them the brightly lighted areas
where Gens of Earth battled with the fireballs of the Martians, moving
into the area of the eery glowing of the cubes.
* * * * *
Just as he approached the spot where mighty dwellings were tumbling
before the march of the cube-army, he sent a single command toward the
cube which had piloted him from the Moon.
"Come to me on the edge of the crevasse nearest the place of most
destruction!"
Would the cube now be subservient to his will? He wondered. Everything
depended upon that. If not, then he might as well try to stay the forces
of a mighty avalanche with his breath, as halt the cube-army with his
will.
But strangely enough, the closer he came to the vast area of tumbling
dwellings the calmer he became, the more sure that he would win against
the cubes.
For when he landed at the lip of the crevasse, across which he could
look for a hundred miles, a single cube gleamed brightly almost at his
feet, awaiting his orders!
One by one, by twos, threes, fours, dozens, came the glowing people who
had been bathed in the white flames of the Moon's life-source, and as
each dropped down beside him, Sarka gave a command.
"Drop down in the midst of the cubes! Make your own cube the rallying
point for this vast army of cubes, force the cubes to desist in their
mighty destruction, be subservient to your will--and do you, each of
you, be subservient to _my_ will!"
* * * * *
Away dropped the rebels, glowing points of white flame, dropping down
the sides of the crevasse, a mighty, awesome canyon, into the very heart
of the activity of the cubes, and from the brain of Sarka, aided by the
will of Jaska, went forth a simple command:
"Cease your march of destruction, O Moon-cubes, and harken to the will
of Sarka, your master! Draw back from your labors, and muster, not as
squares, rectangles and columns, but as individual cubes, in the area
already devastated by you! Rally about the glowing people who have
passed through the flames which were your Moon-mother, and wait for
orders! Take no further heed of commands from Dalis and Luar!"
Instantly it seemed to Sarka that he had drawn into some invisible
vortex which tore at his brain, at his body, at his soul. Inside him a
cold voice seemed to say:
"Fool, Sarka! My will is greater than yours!"
But though the force of the will of Luar, whose thought he recognized,
tore at him, almost shriveled the soul and brain of him with its might,
he continued to send his thought-command out to the Moon-cubes, forcing
it through the wall of Luar's will, hurling it like invisible
projectiles at the cube-army below.
Exultation possessed him, buoyed him up, gave him greater courage and
confidence as the moments passed for even as all his being concentrated
on the will-command to the cubes, his senses told him that the mighty
sound of destruction was dying away, fading out.
* * * * *
Slower now the dwellings fell, slower moved the Moon-cubes; and as they
slowed in their mighty march through the dwellings of men, so increased
the confidence, the power of will, of Sarka and his people--the rebels
of the Gens of Dalis.
Then, after an hour, whose mighty mental conflict had bathed Sarka in
the perspiration of superhuman effort, the sound of destruction ceased
all together, and the dwellings ceased to fall.
A silent shout, like an inborn paean of rejoicing, surged through Sarka
as he noted the retreat from the dwellings of men, of the Moon-cubes!
Back and back retreated the squares and the rectangles, the columns and
the globes, breaking apart as they retreated.
Within fifteen minutes after the destruction had ceased, millions of
gleaming cubes winked upward from the bottom of the
crevasse--motionless, quiescent!
Sarka sent forth another thought.
"I am your master, O cubes of the Moon!"
No sound, no movement, answered him.
"Luar and Dalis are no longer able to command you!"
Still no sound or movement of the cubes.
* * * * *
Then, taking a deep breath, as of a swimmer preparing to dive into icy
water, Sarka gave a new command.
"Dissolve! Reform on the roof of the world in globes! Roll over the face
of the Earth, destroy the fire-balls of Mars--and take prisoners, inside
the globes, the attackers from Mars!"
Instantly the gleaming cubes vanished, and darkness as of a mighty pit
possessed the crevasse of destruction. Then, at the lip of the great
crevasse, the cubes swept into form--myriads of globes which gleamed
with the cold blue brilliance of the Moon!
They had no sooner formed as globes than they were in action again,
rolling over the roof of the world as with a rising crescendo of thunder
tumbling down the night-black sky. So mighty was their rush that the
roof of the world trembled and shook.
Above their charge raced Sarka and Jaska, and with them the rebels of
the Gens of Dalis.
All were present when the cubes crashed into the fire-balls from Mars,
swept the Martians within themselves as prisoners, held them
securely--and continued on, destroying the fire-balls in myriads. Here
and there fire-balls exploded on contact, destroying the globes, which
immediately reformed again, as though the explosions had not been felt
at all.
* * * * *
Sarka had won the allegiance of the Moon-cubes, which had defeated and
taken prisoners the Martians, destroying the vehicles in which they
might have returned to Mars. And as realization came, darkness settled
over the roof of the world; the last flare of Mars faded and died.
This done, the cubes formed in mighty rows, facing the laboratory of
Sarka. His heart beating madly with exultation, Sarka studied them. Then
he stepped into the Observatory, gazed away across the space which
separated the Earth from the Moon, sent a mental message winging
outward.
"Luar! Dalis!"
Faintly, fearfully, came the answer.
"We hear, O Sarka!"
"Shift the blue column away from the Earth! Do not interfere as we
return to our orbit about the sun! Obey, or I combine the total
knowledge of Mars, the Earth, and the Moon in an attack against you and
your Martian ally! Inform your ally that their people will not return,
that the Earth has need of them--but that two Gens of Earth will be
received by Martians in perfect amity, and these Gens allowed biding
places on Mars! Unless your ally obeys, the Martians in my hands will be
destroyed!"
In an hour the answer came, the snarling thought-answer of Dalis.
"We hear! We obey! But Dalis is never beaten while he lives! His day
will come!"
* * * * *
Sarka found himself feeling even a little sorry for sorely beaten Dalis;
but his face was grim as he sent another command to the people of Dalis
who had passed through the life-source of the Moon.
"Take command of the cubes, and force them to repair the damage which
has been done to the dwellings of men--to repair them completely, over
all the face of the Earth!"
As the glowing people hurried to obey, Sarka softly asked his father:
"But what shall we do with the Martians?"
Sarka the Second smiled.
"Release them and send them to the lowest level where, guarded by the
cubes, they will be set to constructing fireballs like those in which
they arrived for the use of Earth if Dalis, or the Martians, ever attack
again! And, son...."
"Yes, O my father?" said Sarka softly.
"I have another suggestion for the employment of the cubes! Let them
build aircars to be used by the Gens of Prull and of Klaser, as
transportation to Mars whenever you are ready for them to go!"
Sarka smiled boyishly, happily.
"Yes, O my father; and is there anything else?"
"Yes! Take Jaska as your mate! Do you not see that she is waiting for
you to speak?"
Sarka turned to Jaska, whose face was glorious in her surrender, and
whose lips were parted in a loving smile--which faded only when Sarka's
lips caressed it away.
(_The end._)
ASTOUNDING STORIES
_Appears on Newsstands_
THE FIRST THURSDAY IN EACH MONTH
[Illustration: The Readers' Corner
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_From Australia_
Dear Editor:
I am taking the privilege of writing to you in an endeavor to show
my appreciation of your magazine Astounding Stories.
Although I am an inveterate reader I must say that I have never
read any book or magazine to come up to the above, and confess that
though I am ignorant of the intricacies of science (and lacked
interest in same prior to my reading your first issue) same is
described so plainly that I have no trouble in fully understanding
exactly what the author conveys. I must thank you for this other
interest in the monotony of life.
Have pleasure of informing you that through my enthusiasm have
created several subscribers, and on occasions when adopting the age
old custom of placing my foot upon the rail and bending the elbow,
have entered into many a conversation and discussion re the
different stories included in your magazine.
I assure you of my whole-hearted support in the furthering of the
popularity of your enjoyable and unique work in my country, and
wish you every success in your venture.--M. B. Johnston, 237
Flinders Lane, Melbourne, Australia.
_Mr. Neal's Favorites_
Dear Editor:
The other day I saw Astounding Stories on one of the newsstands. I
purchased it, and after reading "Brigands of the Moon", I eagerly
finished the rest of the magazine. I did not like "Out of the
Dreadful Depths." In my opinion it should not be in a Science
Fiction magazine. The only thing the matter with your magazine is
that it is too small. I would like to read some stories in "our"
magazine by Ed Earl Repp, David H. Keller, M. D., Miles J. Brewer,
M. D., and Stanton Coblentz--Francis Neal, R. R. 4, Box 105,
Kokomo, Ind.
_No Ghost Stories_
Dear Editor:
I received your April issue and I think it is the best yet. I have
but one complaint to make, and that is your magazine seems to print
some good science stories, but also has some stories which do not
belong in a Science Fiction magazine. They might come under the
name of weird tales. Is your magazine devoted to pure 100 per cent.
Science Fiction? If so, I think you ought to leave out the ghost
stories.--Louis Wentzler, 1933 Woodbine St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
_From the Other Sex_
Dear Editor:
You'll be surprised to hear from a girl, as I notice only boys
wrote to praise your new magazine. I tried reading some of the
Science Fiction magazines my brother buys every month but I'd start
reading a story only to leave it unfinished. But your magazine is
different. When I picked it up to read it I thought I'd soon throw
it down and read something else, but the moment I started to read
one of the stories of your new magazine I read it to the finish. I
never read such vivid and exciting stories. Even my brother who
loves all kinds of Science Fiction magazines couldn't stop praising
your new magazine. He said Astounding Stories beats them all.
Some of our readers criticized your new magazine, and I haven't
anything but disagreement for them. Yet, who am I, to judge persons
who have read and know all about Science Fiction?
Will recommend your new magazine to all my friends.--Sue O'Bara,
13440 Barley Ave., Chicago, Illinois.
_January Issue Was First_
Dear Editor:
I have just finished reading the April issue of "our" magazine. Can
mere words describe my feelings? I am classing the stories as
follows: A--excellent; B--very good; C--good; D--passable; E--poor.
A--"Monsters of Moyen," "Vampires of Venus," "The Ray of Madness,"
"The Soul-Snatcher."
B--"The Man Who Was Dead."
C--None. D--None. E--None.
"Brigands of the Moon" is getting more and more interesting. Can
you please tell me which month's issue was the first one, as I
didn't procure the first two copies and should like to do so?--Eli
Meltzer, 1466 Coney Island Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y.
"_Eclipses All_"
Dear Editor:
Just as soon as your new magazine came out I espied it. It eclipsed
all the other magazines on the stand. As a cub magazine I couldn't
ask for more.
I am going to comment on your stories now because I know you want
me too, for I know you would like to know what sort of stories your
readers like.
I have a lot to say about Ray Cummings. He is the best writer I
have ever seen. His stories couldn't be beat. "Phantoms of Reality"
was a corking good story, but I believe his new serial, "Brigands
of the Moon," is going to be better. Captain S. P. Meek is a very
good writer also. I take immense joy in his Dr. Bird stories. And
we must not forget that great writer, Murray Leinster. His stories
are really good.
I congratulate you on your new magazine, Mr. Editor.--Albert
Philbrick, 117 N. Spring St., Springfield, Ohio.
"_A Unique Magazine_"
Dear Editor:
I've been trying to write your magazine for a long time, so here
goes.
I've bought every copy from the first issue and sure think it is a
good magazine. In fact I should say a unique magazine; there are
but few magazines in its class among Science Fiction magazines. The
stories come up to the standards of good Science Fiction, and some
go far above it. A few stories I did not like were: "The Man Who
Was Dead," "The Soul Snatcher," "The Corpse on the Grating" and
"The Stolen Mind." The science in all these stories was very poor.
But your magazine became better in my eyes when you published
"Phantoms of Reality," "Tanks," "Old Crompton's Secret," "Brigands
of the Moon," "Monsters of Moyen," and all of Captain S. P. Meek's
stories. These were extraordinarily good stories.
Wesso's drawings are very good, and I hope you keep him. I have
seen his drawings in another magazine for quite a time. I don't
like the illustrations of your other artist. Could you, by chance,
secure an artist by the name of Leo Morey or Hugh Mackay? They both
illustrate for other Science Fiction magazines and are about as
good as Wesso. Please keep the latter. And why don't you have him
to do all of your illustrating?
Sorry to seem such a grouch, but I don't like your grade of paper
either. And why not enlarge the magazine to about 11" x 9" by 1/2",
and charge 25 cents for your thoroughly good magazine, apart from
the defects I have mentioned.
About your authors. They are, for the most part, good. But they are
mostly amateurs at writing Science Fiction stories. I am delighted
to see such expert writers of Science Fiction as Harl Vincent, Ray
Cummings, Victor Rousseau and Captain S. P. Meek writing for your
magazine, but couldn't you include in your staff of authors A.
Hyatt Verrill, Dr. Miles J. Breuer, Dr. David H. Keller, R. F.
Starzl, and a few more such notable authors? I hope to see these
authors in your magazine soon.--Linus Hogenmiller, 502 N.
Washington St., Farmington, Mo.
_The Star System!_
Dear Editor:
One star means fairly good, two stars, good; three stars,
excellent; four, extraordinary; no stars--just another story.
I give "Brigands of the Moon," by Ray Cummings, three stars; "The
Atom-Smasher," by Victor Rousseau, three stars; "Murder Madness,"
by Murray Leinster, two stars; "Into the Ocean Depths," by S. P.
Wright, two stars, and "The Jovian Jest," by L. Lorraine, no stars.
It was short and sweet.
Wesso sure can draw. I would like to see a full page illustration
for each story by him.
My favorite type of stories are interplanetary, and, second
favorite, stories of future wars. Will you have many of them in the
future? I like long stories like the novelette in the May issue of
Astounding Stories--Jack Darrow, 4225 N. Spaulding Ave., Chicago,
Illinois.
_We Expect Not To_
Dear Editor:
While going over your "The Readers' Corner" of the April issue, I
noticed in your answer to one of the letters that you will avoid
reprints. Now many of your readers have not read the older classics
of Science Fiction. Would it not be a good idea to publish a
reprint at least once a year? One of the suggestions given was
Merritt's "Through the Dragon Glass." Another very interesting
story, and one that I am sure almost all of your followers have not
read, is "The Blind Spot," by Homer Flint.
I like the idea of having three members to a volume, as it will be
much easier to bind. Now, starting with the April issue, I think
that the best story in there is "Monsters of Moyen." "The Ray of
Madness" was up to the usual standard of Capt. S. P. Meek's
stories. "The Man Who Was Dead" was fairly good; average, I would
say. I did not like "Vampires of Venus."
I say that the May issue was the best of the Astounding Stories. I
was satisfied with every story in it. "Into the Ocean Depths" was
the best story, "The Atom Smasher" being a close second. I like the
way the story "Into the Ocean Depths" ended; a slight trace of
sadness and not at all like the "and they lived happily ever after"
ending. A real story.
I was disappointed in not finding any story concerning Dr. Bird in
the April issue. Will any more be printed soon?
Before I close I would like a definite answer to this question:
Will you ever, or in the near future, reprint any of the genre of
Science Fiction, stories by the late master Garret P. Serviss, or
from the pen of A. Merritt and H. G. Wells?--Nathan Greenfeld, 313
E. 70th St., New York City.
_Again Reprints_
Dear Editor:
Although I am a reader of six Science Fiction magazines, I was more
than glad to see the latest one out, Astounding Stories. Because
the stories are all interesting. I consider Astounding Stories
superior to most of the Science Fiction periodicals on the
newsstands to-day.
My favorite stories are those of interplanetary voyages and other
worlds. My favorite authors are: Ray Cummings, A. Merritt, Victor
Rousseau, Murray Leinster, Arthur J. Burks and Harl Vincent. I hope
that you will soon have stories by Edmond Hamilton and David H.
Keller.
Now here is something I hope you will give some thought and
consideration. I noticed that many of the readers wrote in,
requesting reprints. I am one of those who would like to see you
publish some reprints, especially stories by Edgar Rice Burroughs,
A. Merritt and Ray Cummings. These authors have written many
masterpieces of Science Fiction. It is very difficult, if not
impossible, for a person to get these stories. They could be made
available easily if Astounding Stories would reprint them.
Most of the readers who object to reprints do so because they would
hate to see a story by H. G. Wells or Jules Verne. I, myself, do
not like these authors as they are too dull. But if you have only
reprints by the three authors I mentioned and a few other popular
writers, I am sure all the readers would welcome them. At least you
could have a vote and see how they stand on reprints--Michael
Fogaris, 157 Fourth St., Passaic, N. J.
_Likes_ "_The Readers' Corner_"
Dear Editor:
Your "The Readers' Corner" interests me very much. It surely does
show how your magazine pleases its readers. You cannot get too much
science in your stories to suit me. Chemistry and physics more than
anything else.
I surely enjoyed reading "Mad Music" and "The Thief of Time." I
don't like long stories. They are too interesting to have to wait a
month for the next part.
I hope that your magazine continues to have as "astounding" stories
as it has in the past.--Vern L. Enrich, R. F. D. 1, Casey,
Illinois.
_From Master Weiner_
Dear Editor:
One day coming home from school I saw your magazine. That night I
bought it and have since been an ardent reader.
But why not give us a change? I prefer stories of the Sargasso Sea,
the Maelstrom, and about invasions of the Earth.--Milton Weiner,
age 12, 2430 Baker St., Baltimore Maryland.
_High Praise_
Dear Editor:
Enclosed you will find twenty cents in stamps for the first copy of
Astounding Stories.
I have just finished the May issue of Astounding Stories and the
rating of the stories is: 1--"Brigands of the Moon"--Excellent!
2--"The Atom Smasher"--Marvelous! 3--"Murder Madness"--Perfect.
4--"Into the Ocean's Depths"--Good. 5--"The Jovian Jest"--Pretty
Good.
The cover design by H. Wesso is good. Don't lose him.
I would like more stories by Victor Rousseau and Ray Cummings.
Where are some stories by H. G. Wells, Stanton Coblens, Gawain
Edwards, Francis Flagg, Henrik Jarve and Dr. Keller? My favorite
stories are interplanetary stories.
Here are some things that may improve your magazine (though I must
say that your magazine is about perfect as it is): More pictures in
long stories; about two novelettes in each issue; about two short
stories in each issue; more interplanetary novels and novelettes;
about one serial in one issue; smoother paper.--Isidore Horowitz,
1161 Stratford Avenue, New York City.
"_Fairly Good Satire_"
Dear Editor:
I have read your two issues of Astounding Stories and I feel they
will fill a very much needed place in literature.
I am especially interested in the stories like the "Vampires of
Venus" and the "Brigands of the Moon." The "Vampires of Venus" can
be classed as a fairly good satire on Earth beings; I consider that
story one with a moral. It reminds one of Voltaire's Micromegas,
and it's taking us to another planet to show us our faults at home
will stimulate interest in social improvement.
I have kept tab on Edgar Rice Burroughs' writings because he
teaches evolution in a way that makes it easy for the ordinary
reader to grasp.
You have a great field, if you can keep up the interplanetary
stories and mix some evolutionary stories with them.
The true stories are playing a valuable part in stimulating people
to take a deeper view of life, and you have a field in Astounding
Stories almost without a competitor.--J. L. Stark, 530 Sutcliffe
Ave., Louisville, Kentucky.
_He is H. W. Wessolowski_
Dear Editor:
Since I have read every copy of Astounding Stories since it was
inaugurated I feel well qualified to contribute a few bouquets and
also some criticism. The cover illustrations are wonderful but I
cannot find the artist's name on it. So good an artist should put
his "moniker" on his productions. I am glad to see that the words
"Super-Science" are on the top of the cover in bright red letters;
some other Science Fiction magazines seem desirous of disguising
the contents of their magazines for some obscure and mysterious
reason.
And now a brickbat. It is my humble opinion that the science should
be examined more carefully before the stories are printed in this
excellent magazine. The stories should be not only astounding, but
should contain some science information that will be remembered
after the fiction is forgotten. "The Man Who Was Dead" is an
excellent ghost story or weird tale, but is out of place in "our"
magazine. (I take the liberty to call it "our" magazine since a
department is given over to the readers and we express our choice
of the kind of stories that are printed.) However, taken all
together, our magazine is steadily improving; each issue up to now
has been distinctly better than the one before.
I have graded the stories in the April and May copies as follows:
Excellent--"Vampires of Venus," "The Ray of Madness," "Brigands
of the Moon," "Murder Madness," "Into the Ocean's Depths" and "The
Jovian Jest." Good--"Monsters of Moyen," "The Atom Smasher" and
"The Soul Searcher." Poor--"The Man Who Was Dead."
My favorite authors are Dr. David H. Keller, Harl Vincent, Lillith
Lorraine, Anthony Pelcher, Capt. S. P. Meek, Dr. Miles J. Breuer
and Ray Cummings. I can hardly wait a month for my next
copy.--Wayne D. Bray, Campbell, Missouri.
_Story Says Cro-Magnons Fled to Europe_
Dear Editor:
Ever since I was first introduced to Astounding Stories by a cousin
I have been a steady reader. I have not missed a single issue so
far.
I hope you will have stories by Hyatt Verril, Edgar Rice Burroughs,
Edmond Hamilton, Leslie Stone, Stanton A. Coblentz and Francis
Flagg.
The stories I like best in each issue (not counting serials) are:
"Phantoms of Reality," "Spawn of the Stars," "Vandals of the
Stars," "Vampires of Venus" and "The Atom Smasher." In "The Atom
Smasher" it says that all Europeans descended from the Atlanteans.
Now when the hero killed them all with the disintegrating ray,
would he not have affected their birth?
Wesso is some artist. I saw a mistake on the cover of the March
issue. The color of space is a deep black, not blue, because the
blue color of the heavens when viewed from the earth is due to the
reflection of light by the atmosphere.--George Brande, 141 South
Church St., Schenectady, N. Y.
"_The Readers' Corner_"
All Readers are extended a sincere and cordial invitation to "come over
in 'The Readers' Corner'" and join in our monthly discussion of stories,
authors, scientific principles and possibilities--everything that's of
common interest in connection with our Astounding Stories.
Although from time to time the Editor may make a comment or so, this is
a department primarily for _Readers_, and we want you to make full use
of it. Likes, dislikes, criticisms, explanations, roses, brickbats,
suggestions--everything's welcome here; so "come over in 'The Readers'
Corner'" and discuss it with all of us!
--_The Editor._