Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Paperback 112: Un-Man and Other Novellas (Poul Anderson) / The Makeshift Rocket (Poul Anderson) (Ace Double F-139)

Paperback 112: Ace Double F-139 (PBO / PBO, 1962)

Title: Un-Man and Other Novellas / The Makeshift Rocket
Author: Poul Anderson / Poul Anderson
Cover artist: Uncredited / Uncredited

Yours for: $10

Best things about this cover:

  • "This is a sad day indeed for Mexican space wrestling..."
  • This painting is actually beautiful and haunting, while also being silly - a combination that goes right to the heart of why I collect these damned things
  • I like the combination of genres - it's like scifi, western, and war story all wrapped into one (check out the dog tags hanging from the helmet of his presumably fallen comrade)
  • "He could be stilled etc.": More proof that tag-line writers in the 1960s were completely and utterly high

Page 123~

"Ha ha!" bellowed van Rijn. "We spill all their apples, eh? By damn! Now we show them some fun!"

Best things about this cover:

  • "Hey, has anyone seen grampa?"
  • I can only hope that in the future, that style of mustache does indeed make a flaming comeback
  • Um ... there is a pipe-smoking green goblin in that crate. I'm just sayin'...

Page 123~

This book has only 97 pages! So ... Page 23!

As for the longer-range scheme - oh yes, the plan. Well, like most terra-formed asteroids, Grendel had only a minimal gyrogravitic unit, powerful enough to give it a 24-hour rotational period (originally the little world had spun around once in three hours, which played the very devil with tea time) and an atmosphere retaining surface field of 980 cm./sec.2.



Anonymous said...

I really, REALLY hope to be a Mexican space wrestler some day

Michael5000 said...

I think it's safe to safe that the cover "The Makeshift Rocket" is silly, without actually being beautiful and haunting. And yet kind of awesome, in its way.

That "stilled, not killed; killed, not stilled" bit is going to be rattling around in my head all day, I just know it. It doesn't make a lick of sense.