SF – A Humanist Perspective

Here’s another item from the archives – a piece by Harry Harrison written for The Humanist magazine in 1961. Harry Harrison’s views on religion are well-known – see his short story “The Streets of Ashkelon,” probably his finest – and he has spoken on the subject many times on conventions panels. What follows is an early article on the topic.

Science Fiction Comes of Age
by Harry Harrison (1961)

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Science fiction has become a medium in which the implications of humanism can be freely explored

The recent publication of two books heralds the entry of Science Fiction into the ranks of legitimate literature. Kingsley Amis’s New Maps of Hell (Gollancz) is a sympathetically critical survey of SF by a writer of reputation in literature, criticism, and education. Aspects of Science Fiction (John Murray), edited by G.D. Doherty, is no less than a sturdy stone in the underpinnings of the Institution itself – a grammar school text-book. This coming of age of SF is reminiscent of the acceptance of detective thrillers some years ago, but it is of far greater importance to the humanist.

The public image of SF has never been a very good one. When the term is mentioned lurid cover magazines and monster-horror films have a tendency to leap instantly to mind. Science fiction was never quite socially acceptable – at least, not until quite recently. Of course the same could be said about humanism. A glimpse beneath the surface of SF reveals that this is not the only thing these two have in common. Many of the advanced philosophies written about in the pages of this journal are already accepted SF conventions. Continue reading

The Mystery of the Lost Computer

You probably already know from Harry Harrison’s auto/biographical notes that during the Second World War he worked with analogue computers, and you’ve probably read elsewhere that he’s currently working on a book about the history of these machines. The fact that these types of computers are often overlooked when people write about the history of computing led HH to write the following article for the UK magazine Personal Computing World in the 1970s.

The Mystery of the Lost Computer
by Harry Harrison (1978)

I am beginning to feel that I once lived in another world, one of those parallel worlds so familiar to readers of science fiction. Perhaps because I write SF I am beginning to believe in one of my own unreal universes. Why even my good friend, the good Doctor Asimov, who knows everything about everything, doesn’t seem to know about my world. In his book Science Past – Science Future he discusses the computer revolution. He jumps in one mighty narrative bound from Aiken’s Mark I, 1937-1944, to ENIAC in 1946. With nothing in between.

Nothing? With quivering hands I picked up the glorious first issue of Personal Computer World and turned to ‘Past Procession’ with its compact boxed history labelled COMPUTER CLOCK. The truth revealed at fast. But unhappily for me the truth outlined there is the same one that Isaac Asimov revealed. Yet I put it to you that both of these learned gentlemen are wrong. There were computers in general use between those dates; hard-working, practical computers that did their job remarkably well.

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The Curse of the Unborn Living Dead

This short short story is a ‘Drabble’.  I was going to explain what a Drabble is, but having looked at the Wikipedia entry, it seems to be more complicated than I thought it was. This story – exlcuding the title – is exactly 100 words long. Rather than changing the name of this post to ‘The Trouble with Drabbles’ or ‘May All Your Drabbles Be Little Ones,’ I’ll just post the story…

The Curse of the Unborn Living Dead

by Harry Harrison (1988) 

 

Of course a grenade in the teeth works wonders, as does a laser blast to the gut. The creature’s gut. It died before it could fire, as did the next eighteen of the Vommers. God, they’re disgusting…

More coming. And dying. And their filthy allies, the Scummers, dying in waves of pulpy green flesh. Exploding flesh, air filled with flying tentacles, screams of the dying, teeth-gnashing of the living, smell nauseating. More coming. Ha-ha! Trying to trap me… or are they? Too many, overwhelmed, dropping ichor, oh, sob, is this the end…

I wish to hell I could wake up.  

© Harry Harrison, 1988

Originally published in The Drabble Project (Beccon Publications 1988, edited by Rob Meades & David B. Wake)

On a similar (short) note, HH wrote a SIX WORD(!) short story for a feature in Wired magazine:

TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!! … nobody there …
Harry Harrison (November 2006)

 A whole bunch of other famous writers, directors, etc. also wrote short short shorts for the article, which is available online here:

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html

Interview with The Stainless Steel Rat

When The Stainless Steel Rat Goes to Hell was published, Harry Harrison wrote the following piece to help publicise the novel. It first appeared in SFX magazine in the UK in the May 1997 issue.

The image below is the cover from the Sphere (UK) edition of The Stainless Steel Rat from the 1980s. The original painting was by Peter Elson.

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Interview with the Stainless Steel Rat
by Harry Harrison (1997)

Through a circumstance that is a little difficult to describe, this much admired journal recently had the opportunity to interview a Mr diGriz, aka The Stainless Steel Rat, Ratinox, Stalowy Szczur… The meeting was arranged for midnight in a very low bar in Whitechapel. This is the result…

SFX: G-gurgle! That is not a real knife you have pressed to my throat?

Jim: Shake your head and you’ll find out. What’s the code word?

SFX: SFX!

Jim: Correct. (A glass of purple beverage is passed across the table.) Antarean Pantherpiss. Drink.

(The SFX reporter drinks deep, screams shrilly and falls, writhing among the fag ends. When he crawls up again, his voice has changed. For life.)

SFX: Would you describe yourself as a criminal?

Jim: Are you suddenly tired of living?

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My War with the Army

A few year’s ago Arthur Lortie and I were trying to track down documents relating to Harry Harrison’s work on the comic strip Flash Gordon. We located some stuff in a special collection in the library at California State University, Fullerton. Among the documents Arthur also got copies of was the item below.

I checked with Harry this morning, and he said this was probably written while he was in the Army – “for YANK, the army mag; they rejected it. What an antique!”

This is probably one of the earliest examples of HH’s feelings towards the military to be set down in words – shades of Bill, the Galactic Hero and The Stainless Steel Rat Gets Drafted.

So, probably for the first time anywhere, we present…

My War with the Army
Harry Harrison (c.1947)

So you say you’re going to join the army son, that’s fine mighty fine. A draftee? … oh, pardon me, a volunteer … you must be handcuffed to that MP by mistake. Oh, I see, their mistake, you were just living in that cave in the woods because you liked nature. The draft notices came after you moved into the cave… mail must have been kind of irregular up there.

I was in the army son, did you know that? There was no mistake, I volunteered. No sonny, it was not the war of 1812, this was the other war, the big war. I am sure your drill-sergeant will tell you about it. I was going to make the world a safe place to live in, yes sir, get rid of them Naziz and Japs and things. I spent my first day in Camp Underwater and that’s when I changed my mind. Oh, I still wanted to make the world safe, alright, but I thought I could do a better job somewheres else. I no sooner got home before they showed up and took me back to Underwater. That’s when the trouble started.

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