Pulp Science Fiction Novel

By Brad D. Sibbersen

From the depths of 1962 comes a sci-fi adventure that was probably better off forgotten. And fate, or the gods, apparently agreed: twice the original, typewritten manuscript was almost lost forever – once when it was accidentally(?) discarded in the dumpster behind a publisher's office, and again when it was erroneously donated to a local charity with a stack of unwanted books. Yet, somehow, it always found its way home. So here it is then, for better or worse, in its entirety, after 60 years of perhaps justifiable obscurity: Pulp Science Fiction Novel. Presented by Brad D. Sibbersen.

 

Trigger warning: This novelette was originally written in 1962 and is presented here unexpurgated and unedited. Some elements may not be in line with current sensibilities. Also, clowns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inept Concepts
• Release date: Aug 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201135423

Book preview

1 – The MicroRubes!

The Giant Clown, they called it. It—he—had a name of course, had been, at one time, a man like any other. He laughed. He loved. He went to work and to church and to the grocery store. He ate donuts and steak and potatoes and, once, brussels sprouts. He drank beer but not too much, hosted cookouts in his backyard, and was the treasurer of the local Elks Club. And every other weekend—except during baseball season—he donned a funny blue wig and a round rubber nose and entertained needy children in his community. Yes, he had a name, but no one used it now, because that would have humanized the threat, a threat greater than any mankind had ever known. Now he was simply the Giant Clown, a retroactively anonymous man, exposed to treacherous communist radiation that had accelerated his growth until he was hundreds, thousands, millions, and finally zillions of feet tall!

And now he—it—had finally been defeated. Almost.

Sprawled across three states, brought down by America's peerless armed forces. But not quite dead, not yet. Even our most powerful weapons were ineffective in this regard. The Giant Clown would have to be destroyed, finally and utterly, from within. Money was quickly diverted from education and the arts to adapt a deep-sea submersible to the task, prompting an adventure unlike any ever undertaken by man before, a journey inside a monster clown!

There's no time to waste! team leader Ace Spunk Rogers, red-blooded American, reminded them. Already, liberals, atheists, and sexual deviants are petitioning the President to spare the Clown!

Those fiends! muttered Mark Smith. He was one of four tasked with piloting and navigating the submersible, alongside operator/technicians Matthew Jones, John Smith-Jones, and Luke, the Negro. Why do they persist in hating America?

Because your country is a capitalist cesspool! proclaimed Suki San, the