The 1943 Retro Hugo finalists for Best Novella

I found the top spot very easy to place here. I'm not so certain of my other rankings, but here’s where I am right now.

6) “Asylum,” by A.E. van Vogt

Second paragraph of third section:

He dismissed that particular problem as temporarily insoluble, and because actually—it struck him abruptly—this girl's size was unimportant. She had long, black lashes and dark eyes that glowed at him from a proud, almost haughty face. And that was it; quite definitely that was the essence of her blazing, powerful personality.

Wasn’t really convinced by this (and turns out it is the first part of what ultimately became a novel, Supermind). Space vampires and superhuman intelligences are overseeing New York, and the Great Galactic’s agent in our midst is revealed.

5) “Hell is Forever,” by Alfred Bester

Second paragraph of third section:

She went through the veil sharp on Finchley's heels, that short, slender, dark woman; and she found herself in the dungeon passage of Sutton Castle. For a moment she was startled out of her prayer, half disappointed at not finding a land of mists and dreams. Then, with a bitter smile, she recalled the reality she wanted.

Five protagonists accidentally summon a god who condemns each to an individual hell. They are not very nice people in the first place, and there are some unfortunate stereotypes.

4) “Waldo,” by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph of third section:

Harkness said, “Really, Dr Stevens—”

I liked this much less than I remember doing when I first read it. Waldo’s not a terribly attractive protagonist, and his arc is rather improbable.

3) “The Compleat Werewolf,” by Anthony Boucher

Second paragraph of third section:

The two men next to them began singing "My Wild Irish Rose," but trailed off disconsolately. “What we need,” said the one with the derby, “is a tenor.”

Much more entertaining, though the gender attitudes have not aged well; chap discovers that he can get the girl and foil Nazi spies by turning into a wolf.

2) “Nerves,” by Lester del Rey

Second paragraph of third section:

“Verry ssorry, Dr Ferrel, to bother you. Verry ssorry. No ether pleasse!”

I found this really fascinating – it's the story of a nuclear accident in a near future America, where the Japanese are allies again, and political interference in the accident has potentially catastrophic consequences. We now know that nuclear engineering has worked out very differently, but I really liked this attempt to read the future into what little was known in 1942.

1) “The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag,” by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph of third section:

He continued to hold the Tribune in front of his face as if reading it. “I see him,” he said quietly. “Control yourself. Yuh'd think you had never tailed a man before. Easy does it.”

I really liked this when I first read it 30 years ago, and it hadn't lost much in the intervening decades – Heinlein in fantasy mode, approaching Philip K. Dick in some ways, with the young couple at the centre of the narrative discovering that our world is very different from what they thought. Gets my top vote, and I am sure it will win.

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May Day in Vissenaken

I hadn't seen B for a while, so visited this morning to take advantage of the good weather, and took her out on a walk in the Rozendaalbeek valley around Vissenaken, about a quarter of an hour's drive from where she lives. It's quite nicely laid out; you start in the car park of the St Maartenskerk (an 18th century building replacing a place of ancient pilgrimage; the cult of St Martin is of course an interesting medieval topic in its own right).

Spring has firmly taken root and summer is not too far off, despite the weekend's cold and rain, and B had a spring in her step.

We encountered a couple of surprising religious pieces of art as we walked. The first is the Holy Well of St Hymelinus, constructed in 1817.

St Hymelinus is the local saint of Vissenaken, unknown anywhere else. He is reported to have visited very briefly in 681, on his way back to his native land from a pilgrimage to Rome. He is described as a Scot, which at that date probably means that he was Irish. Passing by the well, he asked a local girl for a drink from it. She warned him that there was plague in the water, but he insisted and the water that she gave him was miraculously transformed into wine. Sadly, St Hymelinus died a few days later of plague anyway. When he died, the church bells rang spontaneously, and the ground miraculously opened to provide his grave. It takes all sorts.

Heading back to the church, we came across this rather impressive piece:

It's a chunky big shrine to Our Lady of Sorrow, created in 1938 by the sculptor Albert Poels, whose best-known work is the statue of the Lange Wapper in his native Antwerp. It looks very 1930s (I'm not sure if you can see that here).

Not that B cares particularly; but she seemed to have enjoyed the walk.

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