The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s

The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s
Brian Aldiss

Following on from the 1950s collection, this is the second collection of Brian Aldiss’ short stories, taken from the 1960s. A must-have for collectors. Part one of four.This collection gathers together, for the very first time, Brian Aldiss’ complete catalogue of short stories from the 1960s, in four parts.Taken from diverse and often rare sources, the works in this collection chart the blossoming career of one of Britain’s most beloved authors. From stories of high-tech hive minds hunting wild robots, to the story of Mr Meacher, who is given an injection which helps him gain a dimension, this book proves once again that Aldiss’ gifted prose and unparalleled imagination never fail to challenge and delight.The four books of the 1960s short story collection are must-have volumes for all Aldiss fans, and an excellent introduction to the work of a true master.

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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2015 Stories from this collection have previously appeared in the following publications: Science Fantasy (1960), Starswarm, Intangibles Inc. And Other Stories, Science Fiction Adventures, New Worlds Science Fiction, Amazing Stories (1961 & 1962), The Saliva Tree and Other Strange Growths, Daily Express Science Annual (1962).

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Contents

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Title Page (#u0b854825-cadf-5707-9563-39e4118cb056)

Copyright

Introduction

1 Faceless Card

2 Neanderthal Planet

3 Old Hundredth

4 Original Sinner

5 Sector Grey

6 Stage-Struck!

7 Under an English Heaven

8 Hen’s Eyes

9 Sector Azure

10 A Pleasure Shared

11 Basis for Negotiation

12 Conversation Piece

13 Danger: Religion!

14 The Green Leaves of Space

15 Sector Green

16 Sector Vermilion

17 Tyrants’ Territory

About the Author

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DARKNESS IN THE DORMITORY

Much of my training in the telling of short stories comes from uncomfortable, even painful, circumstances.

In my tender years, my parents despatched me to a large public school in the county of Suffolk. I found that many of the arrangements in that place of incarceration had been devised to make our juvenile lives as uncomfortable as possible.

Our dormitory, for instance, was as large and echoing as it could be. It contained about thirty iron beds. A strict rule ordered:

NO TALKING AFTER LIGHTS OUT.

However, past boys had devised a form of entertainment for those dark hours. Boys could compete in the telling of stories, one by one, while the other twenty-nine listened and judged. I went in for this competition, to find myself competing against, for instance, such boys as a friend, B.B. Gingell. Gingell was a stylish storyteller, able to relate with complete assurance the quiet events in the life of a water vole.

How should I put this? My competing tales in that dark dorm were of great and desperate events, of terrible creatures emerging armed from the Sargasso Sea, of invisible white psychopaths transforming African tribes into robots, of wicked dictators plunging the world into darkness … Such was the tortured nature of my audience, huddled there in pokey beds, that my tales drove the innocuous water vole into oblivion. I became the dormitory’s undisputed top storyteller.

Moreover, I found myself to be skilled in sadism. When something really alarming in my story was about to happen, I would stop. ‘I shall have to tell you tomorrow what happens next.’

Frustrated cries arose from a dozen mattresses. ‘Go on, you bastard! Tell us now!’

‘Sorry, I have not yet made up my mind what happens next.’