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Including Venture Science Fiction NOVEL The Productions of Time (1st of 2 parts) JOHN BRUNNER 4 SHORT STORIES Matog JOAN PATRICIA BASCH 45 The Seven Wonders of the Universe MOSE MALLETTE 70 For the Love of Barbara Allen ROBERT E. HOWARD 82 A Matter of Organization FRANK BEQUAERT 91 Near Thing ROBIN SCOTT 99 Come Lady Death PETERS. BEAGLE 114 FEATURES Cartoon GAHAN WILSON 44 Books JUDITH MERRIL 57 Meteroid Collision THEODORE L. THOMAS 89 Letter to A Tyrant King (verse) BILL BUTLER 90 Science: BB Or Not BB, That Is the Question- ISAAC ASIMOV 103 F&SF Marketplace 129 Cover by Gray Morrow (illustrating "The Productiom of Time") Joseph W. Ferman, PUBLISHER Edward L. Ferman, EDITOR Ted White, ASSISTANT. EDITOR Isaac Asimov, SCIENCE EDITOR Judith Merril, BOOK EDITOR Robert P. Mills, CONSULTING EDITOR Dale Beardale, CIRCULATION MANAGER The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Volume 31, No. 2, Whole No. 183, Aug, 1966. Published monthly by Mercury Press(;Inc., at 50; a copy. Annual subscription 15.00; $5.50 in Canada and the Pan American nion, $6.00 in all other countJ·ies. PubllcatiOfl office, 10 Ferry Street, Concord, N. H. 03301. Editorial and general mail should be setd to 341 East 5Jrd St., New York, N. Y. lOOZZ. Second Class postage paid at Concord, N.H. Printed in U.S.A. @ 1966 by Mercury Press, Inc. All rights including translatio1ts into other languages, reserved. Submissions must be accompanied by stamped, self-addressed envelopes; tile Publisher assumcs no re$/>o11sibility for return of unsolicited mallltscripts. That the antics of lunatics can provide some unusual theatrical ef· fects was recently demonstrated in a play by Peter Weiss ("Marat/ Sade")-a play based on the fact that the inmates of Charenton Asylum did perform "therapeutic" theatrical entertainments (in the early 1800's) which were, in fact, devised and directed by the notori ous Marquis De Sade (himself an inmate). This story is about the creation of a most unusual play. The props are mysterious; the play wright is an enigmatic genius, apparently a contemporary Sade; and, although the players are not lunatics, neither are they exactly "nor mar (producing an effect more powerful, because more involving). The result is John Brunner's brand-new novel--an impressive ood inventive science fiction thriller. THE PBODIJCTIONS OF TI~E (1st of 2 parts) by John Brunner Eternity is in Jove with the productions of time. -Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell I let it out slowly. Then he picked up his travelling bag and went PRECISELY BECAUSE THE IDEA down to the street to find a taxi. made him nervous, Murray Doug- The garage, at least, hadn't las rang the Proscenium Restau- changed. Tom Hickie was still in rant and booked a table for one his little glass-sided office; phone o'clock before going to bail out his in one hand, he glanced around as car. His hand was shaking as he Murray slid back the door. For a cradled the phone. moment he was puzzled. Then he It had been a long time. It had caught himself. been an eternity. "Oh, Mr. Douglas! It's been such To bring himself back under a long time, sir, I almost didn't control he drew a deep breath and recognise you." 4 THE PRODUCTIONS OF TIME 5 "You got my letter?" Murray said At first, hearing the beautiful roughly. He didn't like to think even purr of the V-8 under the about poople not recognising him. downswept hood served to mask The mirror had told him too much the painful knowledge that Hickie already. Last time he called here, had literally not known who he he had already begun to lose his was. He drove through the West youthful handsomeness, but now End towards St. Martin's Lane and he had really changed. There was the Proscenium. slack skin along his jaw, there were But things had changed here, furrows in his forehead, and his too. There were new one-way rout scalp was showing at the crown. ings, and parking meters had Murray Douglas, at tliirty-two, sprouted. By the time he had looked fifty and felt a hundred. wasted half an hour in search of a "Yes, sir-the boys are bringing vacant space, he was back in the your car out now." A glint of curi depression where he had spent osity showed in Hickie's eyes. "I most of the past months. What was gather you've been ill, sir. I was the point of going to the Prosce very sorry to hear-" nium, anyway? A bloody silly thea Abruptly Murray was sick of the trical gesture! polite fiction his agent· had circu Blazes, hue I'tn going through lated. He said, "The hell! I haven't with it anyway. I've backed down been ill. I've been in a sanatorium and backed out too often .. to stop me drinking myself to He made his way, sullen-faced, death." to the restaurant. Hickie's mouth, opening to say Emile, the head-waiter, recog something else, stayed open for a nised him all right, but even he of long moment. But he was saved the professional smile could not further embarrassment by the ar wholly hide his shock at the rival of a mechanic at the door. change a year had wrought. And "The Daimler's ready, Mr. Hick he had another reason for distress. iel" he called. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Douglas! "How is it?" Murray demanded. But your reservation was for one "Your car, boss?" The mechanic o'clock, and when at half past one turned to him. "We had a fair you had not arrived . I" amount of work to do on it. Excuse You wouldn't have dared do that my saying so, but you drive your in the old days. Now you think I'm cars damned hard." washed up, you- "I used to," Murray muttered. "I Murray forced himself to swal used to drive myself, too . • • ·Iow his · resentment. He said, How much do I owe you for stor "Never mind. You can fit me in age,Tom?'' somewhere, I guess." 6 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTIOX Emile pointed towards the back "Apple-juice," Murray said of the crowded restaurant. "There curtly. "Chilled." He lit a ciga is our only table empty, Mr. Doug rette and leaned back. Now the las. Yes, Mr. Crombie, I'll be with critics behind the screen of plants you in a moment!" had switched to a different sub Puzzled glances ('Tm sure I ject. Hearing what it was, he be know him, but-!") followed him came all ears. through the room. None of the peo "What do you make of this man ple who looked up was known to Delgado, Ralph-this Argentin him; there were several people he ian that Blizzard's got hold of?" did know, of course, but he was "Didn't you see the thing he did glad all those former friends were in Paris with Jean-Paul Gar too busy talking to notice him. The rigue?" Heston-Wood countered. table he was given was blessedly "Trois Fois a la Fois'?'' inconspicuous, half-screened by a "No," Burnett grunted. "And bank of indoor creepers. At the from all accounts it wasn't my cup next table, around a corner and in of tea." an alcove, were two men whose Heston-\Vood gave a chuckle. voices he immediately recognised "Yes, I still remember what you -Pat Burnett, drama critic of the had to say about The Connection, Gazette, and Ralph Heston-Wood Pat!" of Acting. They were deep in dis ''Don't change the subject. Se cussion of a rehearsal they had just riously, what's the point of all this seen. Murray sat listening with in nonsense? If you have a play you tense concentration. have a play and there's an author God, but he missed it all! Why who put it together. But from what had he come here alone, instead of I can gather there isn't a play. maybe ringing his agent? Roger There's a fast-talking Dago who's would have been glad- conned Blizzard into vouching No, probably he wouldn't. Not for him and someone else into put after the endless loans, the savage ting up a lot of money, and a gang complaints, the moans of despair. of dead-beats and has-beens Since coming out of the sanato scraped off the bottom of the bar rium, Murray Douglas had become rel because no one in his right far better acquainted than ever in mind will touch the job." his life with Murray Douglas. And Murray felt anger close around he didn't like himself very much. his heart. He picked favourites from the "Pat, you carry this theatre-for menu: avocado pear, truite au bleu. the-masses pose too far." Heston "And for wine?" the wine-wait Wood drank noisily. "The play er was saying. Delgado did with Garrigue af- THE PRODUCTIONS OF TIME 7 forded me my most stimulating mick was what Heston-Wood evening since Godot." called "theatre for the masses," and "It didn't run," Burnett said. the picture at the head of his col "No. Well, there was Gar umn showed him grinning around rigue's suicide, you know." a Priestley-type meerschaum pipe. "Yes, but-rest in peace, and "Get up," Murray said. and all that bunkum-why didn't "Now-now look here, Mur it pick up with a replacement?" ray!" "Because the piece was created Murray's rage lent him strength around a specific cast.