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- Herausgeber: Wildside Press
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
To this day nobody pretends to understand The Devil of East Lupton, Vermont. There are even differences of opinion about the end to which that devil came. Mr. Tedder is sure he was the fiend in question, and that he ceased to be fiendish when he rid himself of the pot over his head.
Other authorities believe that heavy ordnance did the trick and point to a quarter-mile crater for proof. It takes close reasoning to decide.
But if by the Devil of East Lupton you mean the Whatever-it-was that came out of Somewhere to Here, and caused all the catastrophes by his mere arrival—why—then the Devil was the Whatever-it-was in the leathery, hide-like covering on the morning Mr. Tedder ran away from the constable.
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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION, by John Betancourt
THE DEVIL OF EAST LUPTON, VERMONT, by Murray Leinster
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Thrilling Wonder Stories August 1948, as by WILLIAM FITZGERALD
INTRODUCTION,by John Betancourt
William F. Jenkins (1896–1975)—who wrote science fiction under several names, but primarily “Murray Leinster”—was one of the few early writers of speculative fiction to publish strong, relevant fiction over the course of 7 decades (Jack Williamson was another). Jenkins began publishing science fiction for pulp magazines before the term “science fiction” was even coined.
His success may have been due to his work in multiple genres, which kept his writing fresher than those who only published science fiction and fantasy (and seldom read anything else). I have assembled his novels and stories into a series of collections for Wildside Press’s MEGAPACK® anthology line, and in researching his work, I discovered that he wrote pretty much everything imaginable, from romance to mystery to westerns, as well as science fiction and fantasy. Indeed, his published works number well into in the thousands—Wikipedia has an estimate of at least 1500—and I can easily believe it.
His first science fiction story, “The Runaway Skyscraper,” appeared in the February 22, 1919 issue of one of the leading general-fiction magazines, Argosy, and was reprinted in the June 1926 issue of Hugo Gernsback’s first science fiction magazine, Amazing Stories. In the 1930s, he published science fiction stories and serials in Amazing and Astounding Stories (the first issue of Astounding included his story “Tanks”). He continued to appear frequently in other genre pulps such as Detective Fiction Weekly and Smashing Western, as well as Collier’s Weekly beginning in 1936 and Esquire starting in 1939.
Jenkins was a pioneer in many now-archetypical science fiction themes. He explored parallel universe stories four years before Jack Williamson’s classic The Legion of Time came out, with “Sidewise in Time” (after which the Sidewise Award is named) in the June 1934 issue of Astounding. He also invented the “universal translator” popularized by Star Trek. And his 1946 short story “A Logic Named Joe” contains one of the first descriptions of a computer (called a “logic”) in fiction. He envisioned logics in every home, linked through a distributed system of servers (called “tanks”), to provide communications, entertainment, data access, and commerce; one character says that “logics are civilization.” Not so far off from our Internet today!
Truly, he was one of the greatest visionary writers the field has ever produced.
THE DEVIL OF EAST LUPTON, VERMONT,by Murray Leinster
To this day nobody pretends to understand the Devil of East Lupton, Vermont. There are even differences of opinion about the end to which that devil came. Mr. Tedder is sure he was the fiend in question, and that he ceased to be fiendish when he rid himself of the pot over his head.
Other authorities believe that heavy ordnance did the trick and point to a quarter-mile crater for proof. It takes close reasoning to decide.
But if by the Devil of East Lupton you mean the Whatever-it-was that came out of Somewhere to Here, and caused all the catastrophes by his mere arrival—why—then the Devil was the Whatever-it-was in the leathery, hide-like covering on the morning Mr. Tedder ran away from the constable.
On that morning, Mr. Tedder ran like a deer—or as nearly like a deer as Mr. Tedder could hope to run. The resemblance was not close. Deer do not hesitate helplessly between possible avenues of escape. Deer do not plunge out of concealing thickets to scuttle through merely shoulder-high brush because a pathway shows. But Mr. Tedder did.
