Path: csiph.com!eternal-september.org!feeder.eternal-september.org!news.eternal-september.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: D B Davis Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.science,rec.arts.sf.movies,rec.arts.sf.written,sci.physics Subject: Re: Galaxy sci-fi magazine put up free online. Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2017 17:53:21 -0000 (UTC) Organization: A noiseless patient Spider Lines: 81 Distribution: world Message-ID: <20170715a@crcomp.net> References: Injection-Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2017 17:53:21 -0000 (UTC) Injection-Info: mx02.eternal-september.org; posting-host="aea4afe766dc13a31b7c125f7bbe1b9b"; logging-data="9251"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@eternal-september.org"; posting-account="U2FsdGVkX1/wueMtx/A2dUP9TzVSZRYI" Cancel-Lock: sha1:8vfgHdnjns5ZQ/L9yxHdVbpsmdc= Xref: csiph.com rec.arts.sf.science:26266 rec.arts.sf.movies:13515 rec.arts.sf.written:474900 sci.physics:640816 In rec.arts.sf.written Robert Clark wrote: > Issues of Galaxy science fiction magazine from the 50's to the 70's have > been put up online for free: > > Seminal sci-fi magazine 'Galaxy' is now free online > The archive contains issues from 1950 - 1976 and includes early stories from > heavy-hitting authors. > Rob LeFebvre, @roblef > 07.14.17 in Internet > https://www.engadget.com/2017/07/14/seminal-sci-fi-galaxy-free-online/ > > Anyone have any favorite stories from the magazine, or Hugo or Nebula award > winners from that time period? > The SF collection at archive.org experienced rapid growth during the past few years. AFAIK _Omni_'s the only magazine that they made available at first then later removed at the publisher's request. "Our Man in Peking" (Howard) is one of my favorite _Galaxy_ stories. It appears in the Februrary 1967 edition and contains classic chemtrail before there was chemtrail. It also offers up sinister spook business. Here's my favorite parts of the story. spoiler space The bomber howled and bucked through updrafts. Dr. West knew the aircraft was laying a trail of aerosol fog across the formerly desolate mountains of South Central China. "They should have told us," the Major blurted. "I'm a professional. I should have been given the chance to volunteer. The Colonel and me, we're going to complete this spray run on the chance that the Air Force did agree to - sell us out. You C.I.A. spook, we've decided to complete the spraying mission. The Major waved the almost prehistoric .45 automatic ineffectually. "Now do you feel better or worse?" Dr. West surreptitiously had managed to raise his thumb from the button. At first his thumb had not wanted to release the button, as if it had an over-trained one-track mind of its own. The flickering red light stayed on, and Dr. West knew the spraying was continuing anyway. Probably if he never had pressed the button, a back-up mechanism would have initiated the spraying. Probably he was not only expendable; he was superfluous. ... When the couch was brought, Dr. West was afraid to sleep. What was going on in Mao III's head? The man had not spoken or moved since - "I move. I speak," Mao III said. "What do you wish to speak about?"206198 *Sleep until I awaken you.* Dr. West lay there staring up at the triumphantly grinning faces of the Harvard Circle. Dr. George Bruning, boy wonder, geophysicist, astronaut, political climber, and buddy of the President. Dr. Sam Wynoski, chemopsychiatrist. Dr. Fred Gatson, bacteriologist and ladder climber. Dr. Einar Johansen, neurosurgeon and electric eel fancier. Dr. Tom Randolph, parapsychologist. You C.I.A. master minds, Dr. West thought so gently that Mao III did not awaken, you've succeeded in planting your man in Peking. But am I your man? You may have implanted general guidelines such as "love America." But you could never prepare me for all of the quick and unexpected decisions a new dictator must make. I have a feeling I am free now - to do what I want. Soon we'll find out. Thank you, -- Don