The 56th Golden Age of Science Fiction MEGAPACK®: Charles A. Stearns
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This volume in the Golden Age of Science Fiction series focuses on another author from the 1940s and 1950s: Charles A. Stearns. He published just over three dozen stories, of which 25 were science fiction that appeared in some of the top magazines of the day. Included in this volume are:
THE BELLY OF GOR JEETL
B-12’s MOON GLOW
COLOR BLIND
THE PLUTO LAMP
THE GRAVE OF SOLON REGH
THE SCAMPERERS
THE MAROONER
PASTORAL AFFAIR
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The 56th Golden Age of Science Fiction MEGAPACK® - Charles A. Stearns
Table of Contents
THE 56th GOLDEN AGE OF SCIENCE FICTION MEGAPACK®: CHARLES A. STEARNS
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION, by John Betancourt
ABOUT THE MEGAPACK® SERIES
THE BELLY OF GOR JEETL
B-12’s MOON GLOW
COLOR BLIND
THE PLUTO LAMP
THE GRAVE OF SOLON REGH
THE SCAMPERERS
THE MAROONER
PASTORAL AFFAIR
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THE 56th GOLDEN AGE OF SCIENCE FICTION MEGAPACK®: CHARLES A. STEARNS
by Charles A. Stearns
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INTRODUCTION, by John Betancourt
You may be asking yourself, Charles A. Stearns? Who’s that?
I wouldn’t blame you. I asked myself the same thing when I realized he had published quite a few short stories in the leading science fiction magazines of the 1950s: Galaxy, If, Planet Stories, Startling Stories, Thrilling Wonder Stories, etc.—25 stories, in fact, between 1953 and 1959. He never published a science fiction novel. He seems to have quit writing abruptly, when he was at his peak.
What happened? Who was he? Where did he go?
I began to do some digging. The Internet Science Fiction Database (always a good starting point) has no biographical information, not even a birth date. It does note that he also wrote as Chas A. Stearns, though. The Fictionmags index (which covers more than science fiction) lists 37 stories by him, including westerns (in pulps like Texas Rangers in the late 1940s and 1950s) and mainstream stories in The Saturday Evening Post (starting in the late 1950s to the mid 1960s). So clearly he didn’t stop writing in 1959; he just changed genres. And clearly he wasn’t making a living as a writer.
Next, I tried searching for him on newspapers.com. Little success for any Charles A. Stearns
who wrote fiction (though The Saturday Evening Post mentioned him in an ad.)
When I decided to focus on the Chicago and New York areas (they were hives of publishing activity in the 1940s and 1950s), I began to get some hits, and now I’m fairly sure I found him: Charles Albert Stearns, Jr. (1916-1984). He would have been 13 when Amazing Stories debuted (13 being the Golden Age
of science fiction for many readers).
Some of his fiction shows evidence of military service. This Charles A. Stearns was drafted into the army in 1940, at age 24. When he returned home in 1946, he became an insurance salesman. His first published story appeared in 1947, so the timeline works. (And surely the job of insurance salesman left him with a need for an outlet for his imagination. What better than writing? And as a bachelor, he had no family obligations to keep him away from his typewriter evenings and weekends.)
He finally did marry late in life, in 1971 at age 54. With his new wife, he also acquired a pair of stepchildren. Family no doubt kept him from resuming a writing career which, while yielding sales, could hardly be called a runaway success.
So, here is a collection by a lost
science fiction author from the Golden Age:Charles A. Stearns, insurance salesman and pulpsmith. Enjoy!
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THE BELLY OF GOR JEETL
Originally published in Thrilling Wonder Stories, August 1953.
The hopeful spires of the Friendship Tower, you will recall, rose steadily, tier upon tier, throughout the year A.D. 4000 plus, despite the fact that it was beginning, more and more, to resemble a neoclassical stock exchange than it did a tower, and that the higher it climbed, the lower sank the estate of diplomatic relations among its backers, the nations of the Alliance of Inner Planets.
The Venusians wanted it on Venus because, as they shrewdly noted, Venus is wide open; the vacationer’s planet. Low taxes. Moderate building costs, and a diverting variety of entertainment for the visiting delegates when they should meet. Why the derva-girls alone—
Mars wanted it on Mars, because, they said, the world is centrally located, easily accessible, and the dry climate was sure to preserve the masonry of the Friendship Tower forever, an immortal monument to man’s amicability.
The Jovian colonials wanted it on Ganymede, because that would be most convenient (for Jupiter), and the Ganymedians agreed, if Jupiter would meet their share of the cost.
The kindest thing that can be said of the Saturnians, is that they were exceedingly saturnine. They hadn’t a chance, and they knew it. Everyone expected trouble with Saturn.
Earth got it on Earth, with an overwhelming majority of one vote and eighty-three million dollars.
The Friendship Tower spitted the occasionally-blue sky over Capitol City in less than eleven months from the time its corner-stone was laid, and waited in awesome emptiness for the first friendly meeting of worlds within it.
* * * *
If there was anyone who was completely satisfied with the Tower, it must have been Christopher M. Berthold, who first sketched it with gilt pen on a drawing board, and later drew it in bold lines of steel and plastic on the green horizon of his mother Earth. But Chris Berthold was a dour young man who had never in his life admitted that anything satisfied him.
By no coincidence, the man who built the tower was one of the three most famous architects in the solar system, at the age of only thirty one, but he held the obsession, apparently, that this fame was fleeting, that his public was a fickle group and might abandon him at any moment, that he ought to keep his insurance up, and his unemployment benefits in good standing, just in case. In short, the hell with life, the gloomy old thing.
All this did not keep Camilla Reed from loving him. It merely kept her at her distance. As a reporter for the Gazette, she had known him publicly for five years. As the freckle-faced little girl next door (remember?), she had been acquainted with his virtues and his idiosyncrasies since childhood, and worshipped them.
The only thing was, Camilla was still freckle-faced, and she had not grown up into a ravishingly beautiful young woman, the way freckle-faced little girls do in stories. Chris Berthold did not grovel at her feet—in fact, he scarcely seemed to know that she was alive—and nobody, so far, was living happily ever after. It was most discouraging.
Girl reporters are supposed to be fascinatingly flippant. Camilla often stammered through interviews. They are supposed to be vivacious, with lovely red hair; she was quiet, diminutive, and her hair was an indeterminate shade of brown. Reporters are supposed to be ill-mannered, inconsiderate of the privacy of others, cocky, devilish. Camilla was none of these.
That was the reason she often got into places no other newsperson could, scooped ace reporters, and came away leaving a warm, co-operative glow in the hearts of important people. And she didn’t even suspect it.
She was on hand, along with five hundred and seventeen other reporters the day they opened the Friendship Building to the first Congress of the Alliance. The other five hundred and seventeen reporters were collaring the delegates as they arrived, pumping them dry of words, and setting them free. Camilla was only looking for Chris Berthold.
She discovered him, at last, in the visitor’s gallery, where he hadn’t any business to be. She sacrificed her seat in the reserved section, tramped on three sets of toes getting out, and made for him like a homing pigeon.
The mezzanine level was crowded. Fifteen acres of milling, pleasantly buzzing humanity—and some of them not so human. She pushed her way among them, wishing, for once, that she were six inches taller. She had marked her course by a pillar, but now all pillars were beginning to look alike. It was half an hour before she found him, leaning against the railing, staring not at the boiling sea of humanity below, but moodily at the domed roof.
Hi!
she said.
He turned, recognized her with a faintly absent glare. Hello, Cam. What’re you doing here?
She repressed a desire to run her fingers through his hair. Darkly exciting hair it was. Covering,
she said vaguely. Imagine us running into each other here. Why, you ought to be down there with the Vips. The rest of them, I mean.
* * * *
He snarled. There’s too many on the proscenium now. The flooring will warp. I warned them about it.
He grumbled at length about the stinginess of the Government, and the cupidity of certain fly-by-night contractors. It was a familiar tirade. She listened patiently until he was finished. It didn’t matter to Camilla what he talked about it. She just loved to hear his voice.
I think it’s wonderful,
she said. I mean a place that will hold a hundred thousand people. It’s a shame that you can stand right here among all these people, and nobody even recognizes you—the man who built it.
I like it this way,
he said. Supposing it falls down tomorrow. Then where would I be?
She started to laugh, and his look froze her. Camilla bit her lip. I don’t see you around much lately,
she said, desperately changing the subject.
I’ve been pretty busy.
I know.
A lag in the conversation. They watched the panorama below. Loudspeakers were blaring out the names of the delegates as they arrived.
The loudspeaker: HIS EXCELLENCY, LORD CHANCELLOR OF MORDANA, THIRD DISTRICT, MARS.
A red beetle-being, scarcely four feet tall, followed by a retinue of twenty guards and assistants, scurried along the roped-off aisle to the central council table.
THE HONORABLE YUN BROOL, REPRESENTATIVE, SECTOR 263, JUPITER.
A dark-suited group of humanoids, faintly alien in aspect, walking close together. They looked faintly disdainful of the proceedings. Which was Yun Brool? They were identically dressed.
You can bet the one in the middle is Brool,
Camilla said to Chris. Jovians are always afraid of being assassinated.
Umm,
said Christopher Berthold, gazing suspiciously at a rubberneck a few yards away, who showed every evidence that he was about to scratch his initials in one of