'Lichen would lie on the moss and watch music on a tiny television'
If you can read that sentence without a grimace or a smirk, perhaps this is for you. Me, I'm going back to my disintegrating 1958 copy of Charles Beaumont's Yonder (genre and proud of it - more artisanal, more authentic, more chilling). Valancourt recently reissued his first. Perhaps they will be tempted to reissue this, his second and best
My quest for genre for grown-ups, prompted by Tachyon's recent anthologies (qv), is proving abortive. This is scholarly-looking, with foreword, afterword and postscripts - but the stories in between? They are well written, is all; in aiming for seriousness she has lost sight of fun. Except for one, which happens to be her first. Like Carol Emshwiller, the demise of pulps led her into more treacherous waters. The faux profundity of Coming to Terms finally sank me. A new selection is promised - from Small Beer!