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I'm oddly unfamiliar with most of his stuff, even though he published a lot in Galaxy, one of the early magazines I read cover to cover in library collections. I mean I know it, but I never really got obsessed with him.
Lafferty at least has some collections even if they're out of print/small luxury press things. (Or that one Tor/SF Masterworks volume on the "Best" of Lafferty).

I just got told, by a New Wave superfan, that Thomas M. Disch was his pick for a criminally underappreciated SF writer that just has a severe lack of collected editions for what appears to be a fairly big bibliography of short fiction. (Malzberg was another one, but apparently this outfit called Stark Press/House is reprinting everything Malzberg wrote)

There's not a whole lot of major sci-fi writers that've gotten their entire catalogue of short fiction collected. Heinlein, Clarke, Herbert, Sturgeon, Walter M. Miller Jr., and Silverberg all come to mind in regards to complete short fiction sets. I think PKD, Williamson, Sheckley, and Vonnegut had those too. Not sure if Asimov's ever had a successful line of complete short fiction. I know they tried to put out a set in the '90s but stopped at two volumes. Simak's was done on Open Road Media, the kindle publisher. Kornbluth and Cordwainer Smith and Zenna Henderson (and a few others) have NESFA complete collection volumes but they didn't have a lot. Think Judith Merrill also has one. I've heard that Baen did a complete set of James Schmitz and Keith Laumer sci-fi works.

It's weird how we don't have, say, a complete Ray Bradbury collection. I'm sure there'd be a massive market for it.

But, in the case of Ellison, I'm surprised we never got another Edgeworks revival. Just a run for the 2010s. I do hear that line of books is riddled with typos and errors though.
 
I just finished The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse. What a strange little story. The members of The Cellar Septet filled me with the same loathing as the characters in The Great Gatsby or the snobby pricks in a Raymond Chandler book. Mr. Garvey's plans to mutilate himself to retain his "fame" brought to mind modern trend chasers and attention whores, I guess shameless attention seeking has pretty much always been a problem.
 
Just read The Dwarf. Thots:

The intro to the collection is epic until it gets to "autumn people", then it's just Halloween spoopy.

I read the story as a kid and remembered the plot, didn't remember the ending (I thought he either died on scene - crashed into a mirror, fell off the pier -- or committed sudoku and was seen dead).

I liked the description of the dwarf (it's disgusting, no "they hate him because he's different" here) and what retards on the onlone call "liminal space ~a e s t h e t i c~" (in this case, 90s despair) that doesn't slide into Indie Horror Spoopiness.

"Normie gets enchanted by a freak" strikes me as a typically-Bradbury motif (?), but I can only remember Fahrenheit 451 as another example. False memory? dunno.

"A child being shielded from the cruel world" shows up in The Playground.

The dwarf seeing himself as normal in that specific mirror reminds me of that Japanese mango story with people fitting into holes in a cliff face and a CAS story about a guy who went to an alien world and got his perception adjusted by friendly aliens to not die of dimensional horror there, but then the alien civilization fell to barbarians(?) and he escaped to Earth with skewed perception.

I don't actually know how funhouse mirrors work -- is it true that you can see the other person exactly the way he sees himself (as it happens when Aimee and Ralph are spying on the dwarf)? Seems improbable.

More importantly, I don't think these mirrors are done to specification, they're just made distorted. Therefore it's unlikely that Aimee can order a "make me normal" mirror for the dwarf, he needs that one specific mirror from the maze. I like the idea that for every freak of nature, there potentially exists a [metaphorical] mirror that, purely by accident, makes him look normal -- like a soulmate but inanimate -- but the actual story where you can order one for $35 doesn't support this.

"He should be working in the carny shows but isn't it so inspiring that he's doing real people things?
I emphatically disagree with the "inspiring" part, she explicitly says (in your quote, even!) "he's something we can never be". (In Fahrenheit 451, Montag can never be "seventeen and insane".) She's not getting inspired, she's a loser and knows it, she's getting angry at the injustice of the world on behalf of the dwarf, because she can't get angry on her own behalf, because she's a shitty loser. "Inspiration" is "if this cripple can hold a job, I, a better [wo]man, can/should be a billionaire". She's "he's a real person in the body of a dwarf, me and Ralph are spiritual dwarves in the bodies of real people, the world is a fuck".

She thinks she understands Bigelow because she read some of the pulp stories he cranked out but instead of using that as a stepping stone to get to know him better, she just made up her mind about what he needed.
?? No, she saw the dwarf go into the mirror maze, every day for a year, to get laughed at by Ralph (who still hasn't tired of it, after a year). She is right about:
  • feeling bad about it (compare: doctors or funeral directors who ridicule patients and "customers" on the online),
  • Ralph is not a good person and might tip the cow,
  • the dwarf does not enjoy being outside where people laugh at him,
  • if the dwarf had a mirror at home, he wouldn't be spending money and getting laughed at at the mirror maze.
Where she is potentially wrong is the fix is never snap-your-fingers-magical, she can't switch the universe to the superior alternative where the dwarf has always had the mirror at home. Going from is to ought is a process and the end doesn't justify the means when you don't actually end up where you want to. Like, an extreme example, there are people who are better off not existing, but you (probably) shouldn't go out and shoot them, because that doesn't create a world where they have never existed, it creates the world with a corpse and you with a smoking gun in hand, it's not the same thing and likely not worth it.

Would he have reacted badly to receiving the mirror (assuming it worked)? Maybe, but we don't get to know for sure because he got cowtipped, AND the spokesman for the "yes he would" is the implicitly unreliable cowtipper.

She would have been better off trying to extend a hand in friendship rather than in pity.
Sure, but it's not easy to do in person to a dwarf. Maybe she should've written fan letters.
 
I just got told, by a New Wave superfan, that Thomas M. Disch was his pick for a criminally underappreciated SF writer that just has a severe lack of collected editions for what appears to be a fairly big bibliography of short fiction. (Malzberg was another one, but apparently this outfit called Stark Press/House is reprinting everything Malzberg wrote)
Camp Concentration is a good starting point. It's a horrific dystopia but the main action is inside a concentration camp where they take dissidents and administer them an invariably fatal mutated version of syphilis that turns you into a genius before killing you.

They use them to invent weapons for a forever war America has declared against the entire world.

This was during the classic New Wave era, and specifically from the iconic New Worlds periodical during the reign of absolute utter commie (and brilliant writer and arguable lolcow) Michael Moorcock.

(Random note, I got made fun of in school for reading that guy. People would see the cover and say "you're reading a book by some guy named "MORE COCK.")
 
Camp Concentration is a good starting point. It's a horrific dystopia but the main action is inside a concentration camp where they take dissidents and administer them an invariably fatal mutated version of syphilis that turns you into a genius before killing you.

They use them to invent weapons for a forever war America has declared against the entire world.

This was during the classic New Wave era, and specifically from the iconic New Worlds periodical during the reign of absolute utter commie (and brilliant writer and arguable lolcow) Michael Moorcock.

(Random note, I got made fun of in school for reading that guy. People would see the cover and say "you're reading a book by some guy named "MORE COCK.")
Seems interesting.

Moorcock's fascinating in how good of a writer he is, but with how nutty he can be. Still, I respect his ability to write such good S&S.

You liked Dick and Moorcock in school? Could be worse.
 
Seems interesting.

Moorcock's fascinating in how good of a writer he is, but with how nutty he can be. Still, I respect his ability to write such good S&S.

You liked Dick and Moorcock in school? Could be worse.
I had a Barnes & Nobels think I was prank calling them when I, like fifteen at the time, asked if they had any books by Micheal Moorecock.
They didn’t…
Anyways, one of my favorite trilogies was Dancers at The End Of Time, that one is wild yet beautiful.
 
The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse:
This one was short and got to the point very quickly. I think it's doubly funny to read in an era where we've had many many people trying to self-amputate their limbs in order to attach furry arms.

Skeleton
I feel like I saw the twist coming for this one when during the first meeting with the Munigant where he tries to stick his face into Harris's mouth and then offers Harris hard breadsticks. A spooky foreigner eating people's bones? How delightfully Lovecraft! Also the description of the MC's pains were wigging me out a bit.

(Random note, I got made fun of in school for reading that guy. People would see the cover and say "you're reading a book by some guy named "MORE COCK.")
YO THIS NIGGA READIN UP ON HOW TO GET MORE COCK
 
Found October Country online for the book club. I've read Fahrenheit 451 and The Illustrated Man in the past, the latter being a collection of short stories as well. I've made my way through the first two shorts, as others commenters have, and figured I'd update with progress as we go.

The Dwarf.
The copy I found of October Country also included some art before some of the short stories, which in some way helped signal the style ahead.

The story follows three main people, Aimee (carney hoopdancer), Ralph (a ticket salesman for the attractions) and the dwarf (apparently Mr. Big, as we find later on.

Aimee in my mind looked like Norman Rockwell's "Tired salesgirl on Christmas Eve" for some reason, but carrying around some hula hoops (described as hooplas in the story).
Ralph however, when I read his talking points, came out with a really cheesy "Al Capone" style of speech, perhaps for the 50's stylization of writing and speech clashing with my modern viewing of the scenes.

So Ralph is being a real slickster with Aimee, talking about the entertainment he's seen from the dwarf coming into the room of mirrors, who amy accidentally calls a midget, but Ralph has had modern day empathy training to correct her. "Dwarf, Aimee honey, dwarf. A midget is in the cells,
bom that way. A dwarf is in the glands. . . ."

Aimee and Ralph have the dwarf approach, who is described as compacted on every side with a high voice. They both follow him behind the mirrors to view his show. This being the only place the dwarf sees himself as tall. Ralph has a laugh where Aimee feels bad for the strange little man.

Later on, Aimee figures out the dwarves residence, who she learns is named Mr. Big, as well he writes stories. She brings the news to Ralph, describing one story involving murder (foreshadowing). Ralph tells Aimee to stop trying to help the dwarf, which sends her into a dither.

Ralph, being cucked by the dwarf (not literally) exacts his benevolence by entering the house of mirrors, asking Aimee to take care of the booth. As Ralph exits, the dwarf approaches, where he lets Mr. Big know the entry is free for him tonight. The dwarf is always depicted as embarrassed as he enters, pulling up his collar and entering. Aimee hears a scream, the dwarf running out, where she enters. She notices how Ralph had configured all the mirrors to depict people as smaller, thus compounding the dwarfs shame. "Life fixed him so he's good for nothing but carny shows, yet there he is on the land. And life made us so we wouldn't have to work in the carny shows, but here we are, anyway..." -Aimee

Anyways, the dwarf runs out afterwards not to be seen. Another carny approaches, declaring to Ralph and Aimee if they've seen him, as he stole a gun and loaded it from the shooting gallery.

Ralph was still in the house of mirrors, when Aimee ran outside to look for him. They bicker amongst themselves, until Aimee sees what's in the house. The dwarf shoots Ralph.

I enjoyed the story, it was just a simple entertaining read, as I find most of Bradbury's short stories are.

The Next in Line
This story follows Joseph and Marie, two people vacationing in the great country of the gunted (meheco). Joseph recently forayed into photography, where Marie at the beginning is a stereotypical 50's wife, mostly just letting Joseph decide what's next.

Joseph brings up how he wanted to take pictures of the local mummies, which Marie seems slightly disturbed about (at least at the beginning), and after bringing this up, a funeral procession passes by. They dictate that it must be for a baby or small child, as the dead is wrapped up, resting on someone's head. Marie is disturbed that the followers are eating fruits and sugarcane, where she sees it as celebrating. Joseph remarks it's to make it all the way to the sepulcher.

The story continues, where Joseph and Marie are at the graveyard, brought into a sort of bunkhouse full of the dead. They learn that people are placed here if they cannot afford the yearly rent. The guide informs them that the area is poor, so not many can pay the 170 pesos for the year (that's alot of tortas).

Marie walks down the gallery, while Joseph takes pictures of each of the mummies. She becomes more horrified with the viewing, while Joseph continues his hobby.

Marie tried to convince Joseph to leave the town early, which he refuses. Eventually he does agree later on, but everything keeps them from going. The car breaking down being a big piece.

Joseph and Marie are becoming more seperate, Marie starting to delve into herself more, dreaming of her childhood and leaving that place, where Joseph just falls asleep right away. The story more turns into Marie's ongoing dilemma, stepping away from Joseph's (what I would call) hobbies for the storyline.

I enjoyed the paragraphs describing Marie's deluge of depression. The ticking of the watch synching overtime with her heartbeat truly showed the fear she began to feel.

To not spoil the ending to much, this story was a perfect describer of "fear is what is imagined, or not there". Looking forward to the next shorts.
 
I've been crazy busy and only just picked up my copy from the library yesterday. It's also got the dank dwarf art, very soulful.

The description of the silent carnival is a very solid start for our spooky month. I used to live near a field where every summer a carnival would set up shop, so I've seen them in all the stages of preparation at all hours of the day and night. Sure, they're quiet and closed-up during the day, but the imagery of a fully "on" night carnival but with silent barkers is chilling as hell. Incidentally I've never read Something Wicked This Way Comes but I probably should.

The titular dwarf was barely a character, which is fine, we've got a fair setup with just the conflicting ideologies of Aimee vs Ralph, and the way they project their thoughts onto him.

  • if the dwarf had a mirror at home, he wouldn't be spending money and getting laughed at at the mirror maze.
(@Safir I deleted the quote somehow and I can't make it come back) Well one of the few things we did learn about the dwarf's own perspective, via his pulp writing, is that he's not a fan of cocooning someone safely inside away from the world of giants. (Of course, even if he believed that, he was still seeking a different type of escapism through the mirror and like his fictional dwarf breaking out of it was horrible). I could see the guy becoming a shut-in and suffering greatly if he suddenly got that mirror at home, like how cows really go off the deep end when they stop touching grass.

On the other hand, a point in your argument's favor is that Aimee didn't get reflected in the warped mirror at the end, so the symbolic reading doesn't portray her as twisted as Ralph.

The dwarf shoots Ralph.
Wait what? Are there multiple versions of this story? He runs off into the night, Aimee runs off after him, Ralph is left glaring at his own uggo warped reflection.
 
Wait what? Are there multiple versions of this story? He runs off into the night, Aimee runs off after him, Ralph is left glaring at his own uggo warped reflection.
it does mention a squat man, with a straw hat is there with him. I guess it was my interpretation however it wasn't mentioned explicitly.

"A horrid, ugly little man, two feet high, with a pale, squashed face under an ancient straw hat, scowled back at him. Ralph stood there glaring at himself, his hands at his sides."

I personally saw two people in this scene, but it is rather vague. I did take descriptors previous in the story (eg: the dwarf writing about a murder) leading me to this thought.

Maybe we were the dwarves all along.
 
I just had a chance to sit down and read The Dwarf, and it was solid ngl.
We all absolutely know those people who just want to “help” but in reality don’t understand the situation. It’s almost like there’s a balance that someone trying to help comes along and fucks up and then a crazy dwarf has a gun.
Also, just as an aside the circus and freak show has always been raw kino for horror. Del Toro’s Nightmare Alley is one I really liked recently.
 
Finished "Next in Line"

What a beautifully horrific under-stated end. Sheesh.
Next in Line creeped me out a lot. I’d expected a different ending where she still ends up in line, but the husband is putzing around the city. That is, the city would’ve been the antagonist/monster, but that’s not my conclusion given the final scene.
I like the idea that for every freak of nature, there potentially exists a [metaphorical] mirror that, purely by accident, makes him look normal -- like a soulmate but inanimate
This is a beautiful thought.

I like how Bradbury left the end ambiguous: did the dwarf return? Is it the true form of Ralph?

Man, it’s been decades since I last read Fahrenheit 451, and I forgot how clean Bradbury’s composition is. He knew how to craft a sentence.
 
It’s almost like there’s a balance that someone trying to help comes along and fucks up
While I don't think her "help" would've actually succeeded (like handing out clean needles to junkies), you should also remember that she was sabotaged by a bitter, crab-bucket asshole who pretends his personal unhappiness is wise and worldly cynicism. I don't think it's fair to pin the ending solely on Aimee. She definitely reminds me of the self-serving savior type we all know, and conversely Ralph is the blackpilled "NEVER IMPROVE" guy who is also making the world worse every day.
 
Next in Line creeped me out a lot. I’d expected a different ending where she still ends up in line, but the husband is putzing around the city. That is, the city would’ve been the antagonist/monster, but that’s not my conclusion given the final scene.
I think it's also interesting because she's just going hysterical, which I guess makes some sense. Is the husband the real monster? I dunno, but that ending scene was fucked up.

While I don't think her "help" would've actually succeeded (like handing out clean needles to junkies), you should also remember that she was sabotaged by a bitter, crab-bucket asshole who pretends his personal unhappiness is wise and worldly cynicism. I don't think it's fair to pin the ending solely on Aimee. She definitely reminds me of the self-serving savior type we all know, and conversely Ralph is the blackpilled "NEVER IMPROVE" guy who is also making the world worse every day.
Aimee and Ralph represent the worst Kiwi behaviors.

Anyways, reading Hyperion for another group. I just found copies of Consider Phlebas and Revelation Space at a thrift store, so that could be neat to read sometime.
 
Ah, fuck me, I haven't collected the new books as promised. I'll get to it between today and tomorrow. What were the other options?

Winner book and a couple others added in the appropriate folder:

Once again, consider putting this on the OP since I'll be updating it

Edit: more books added, only 1 missing, will find later
All books are in.

Haven't began reading yet, I'm in the process of preparing to move to a new place so I don't have much time, but I'll try. What's the deadline for this one?
 
All books are in.

Haven't began reading yet, I'm in the process of preparing to move to a new place so I don't have much time, but I'll try. What's the deadline for this one?
End of the month, and it’s not the longest collection out there.
And let’s be real, it’s not English class over here half of us are barely literate.
 
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