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Eight Keys to Eden by Mark Clifton
pub: Renaissance E-Books. 300 e-pages. Price: $ 4.00
(US). ISBN: 1-58873-295-9
check out website: www.renebooks.com
We've
met this publisher in reviews before. Part of their remit is to
unearth old Science Fiction and give it a new life or renaissance
in ebook form.
This can be a good idea but it can also seem like old food re-heated:
unappetising and stodgy, time making it even worse than the original.
There's a certain amount of similar fayre here! Just who was Mark
Clifton, I hear you say. Born in 1906, he had a career as an industrial
psychologist, which was another way to say he was a union buster
in these good old days of stormy American labour relations.
This attitude comes through in his work where the organised working
man is often portrayed as a slave to convention, an intransigent
person of limited intelligence. Only the free-marketeers bring wealth
and prosperity. Have we heard this stuff many times since? Anyway,
Clifton retired in early 1950s and set out to become a famous writer
of Science Fiction. He made a flying start.
With co-author Frank Rylovich, he picked up a Hugo in 1955 for
the novel 'They'd Rather Be Right' and it was thought that he would
go on to great heights. It was never to be. Clifton's writing output
was rather limited. When he died, relatively young in 1963, he'd
managed three novels and twenty or so short stories.
Some were collaborations with other writers and it may be the
case that poor general health didn't allow him to produce more.
'Eight Keys To Eden' which appeared in 1960 was all his own work.
Earth has many colonies in the galaxy, organised in a rigidly controlled
network which requires them to be in contact with the central bureaucracy,
a stratified unimaginative entity populated by buffoons and rendered
paralysed by excessive demarcation.
The boffin Extrapolators are an elite and revered class of their
own and it's their job to sort out any problems which appear. The
problem comes when the colony at Eden fails to respond. Much ado
and many words are spent on useless speculation until they decide
to send a ship and an Extrapolator to investigate.
Another ship to investigate the investigators is also dispatched.
Eden is a nice place with a warm climate and an abundant free supply
of food - a paradise garden. When the first investigating ship arrives,
they find the colonists without any clothes to their name. Unfortunately,
it's not long before the ship and any other trace of technology
disappears, too. Soon they are all left naked. Is the poker playing
Sergeant Bilko about?
The descent of man goes even further in that the attempts to make
fire are thwarted by an unknown force and even mathematics scribbled
in sand soon get erased. What is this mysterious menace which has
robbed man of his civilisation, leaving him to run about naked in
the trees?
Someone decides to investigate by making a journey to the top of
a crystal mountain. It seems that another race, one which has left
its physical form behind, is in control of everything. The entire
destiny of humans now comes under scrutiny. This is an interesting
story but the style of writing and the tedious and turgid paragraphs
don't help. It could have been written in half the space and words.
A lot of good fiction came out of this period of time some forty
to fifty years ago but we have to remember that there was a lot
of bad fiction, too. I would assign this work to the latter category.
Despite the good ideas, the delivery doesn't keep up with the expectations.
Should you wish to take part in a scholastic exercise to read dated
fiction and make comparisons between style and society then and
now, fair enough, this volume will suffice. Much of Clifton's work
does appear very dated now. Its basis lies in the politics and culture
of America many years ago but it isn't sufficiently interesting
to be appealing.
Should you wish a good read, then this isn't for you. Look for
something else in the extensive catalogue that the publisher provides.
Rod MacDonald
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