Saturday, 26 March 2011

Rick Random: First Detective Of The Space Age



RICK RANDOM
‘CRIME RIDES THE SPACEWAYS’

Now – for the first time, the full,
complex, and fascinating history of
‘RICK RANDOM: FIRST
DETECTIVE OF THE SPACE AGE’...


‘A STORY FROM THE CASE BOOK OF
RICK RANDOM: SPACE DETECTIVE’
“In the centuries following the discovery of space
travel, many worlds were colonised… some
of them with very strange results…”
(‘Rick Random And The
Mystery Of The Robot World’)

It opens in September 2167 with the headstone of ‘stateless female’ Anna Martin, in the Vienna Municipal cemetery. It climaxes on a recently discovered ‘island in space’ midway between Earth and Venus where the vegetation of Logo – perambulating trees and giant absorbent puff-balls, take their ‘uncanny revenge’ on a lost spaceship of human interlopers. Rick Random himself doesn’t appear until page ten. This is ‘Crime Rides The Spaceways’, the first of twenty-six futuristic Rick Random escapades which happen between September 1954 and December 1959 within the pocket-size pages of the ‘Super Detective Library’

At face value all this sounds rather an odd miss-matching of genres. But in fact Rick – ‘First Detective of the Space Age’, is not as unique a phenomenon as he at first appears. The Space-Detective has been a part of the Science Fiction canon since its inception – after all, both fictions are supposedly based in the similar principles of analysis, logic and reason. And all of the fictional Space Heroes who determined forever the shape of our dreams, have at one time or another come up against the law-enforcement problems of interplanetary piracy and crooked high-tech master-minds intent on cosmic criminality. Deviant social behaviour is a problem that all societies, past, present – or future, must defend themselves against. Hence scientific innovation, reasoned methodology, and logical ingenuity must be utilised as weapons in that on-going conflict. Arthur Conan-Doyle, creator of the first problem-solving scientific Detective – Sherlock Holmes, wrote his share of science-based fantasy. He is also known to have taken elements of Holme’s character from a yet earlier SF-dabbler, Edgar Allen Poe.

Later, during the Pulp-magazine years of the 1920’s and 1930’s there were themed fiction magazines published catering to every taste, from Jungle Stories to Westerns, Love-Stories to Fantasy, Horror to Modern War. Plus genre cross-over’s of the ‘Ranch-House Romance’ variety which became an obvious market-maximising ploy. Hugo Gernsback – of ‘Amazing Stories’ fame, even launched a short-lived ‘Scientific Detective Monthly’ specifically to cater for this style-fusion, although it only survived ten issues spaced from January to October 1930. Rick Random’s own ‘Gold-Rush Planet’ story advances the process by extending his space-detection remit with elements of Western lore. The planet Arizon (Arizona?), one-tenth the size of Earth, is encircled by a deep canyon in which boom-town Tombstone is located. Gangster brothers Ed and Cal Rankin own sole rights to the world where miners and prospectors shoot-out their differences in gambling saloons ‘like the old-time pioneers in the Wild West’. And they jump claims for gold, not fissionable SF-materials such as uranium.

Yet those original 1920’s pulp genre-combinations were especially inviting considering that the same over-worked and under-paid hacks were probably churning out tales for a variety of demographics anyway, with styles and pre-occupations tending to overlap. Later mainstream SF writers were influenced by innovations in crime fiction – particularly the hard-boiled narrative style of Raymond Chandler’s knightly, if world-weary, private eye ‘Philip Marlowe’, or Dashiel Hammett’s ‘Maltese Falcon’, in a process that was bound to operate in both directions. John Dickson Carr, primarily known for his crime fiction, also wrote time-travel mysteries. While Isaac Asimov is as well-known within crime-fiction readership for his ‘Tales of the Black Widowers’ as he is within SF for his ‘Foundation and Empire’ Space Operas. Not forgetting that his ‘The Naked Sun’ (1957) works as both a classic crime detection mystery and a highly-rated SF novel. Nevertheless, there are fundamental differences too. Detective fiction, although capable of opening up moral and social equations as well as probing into the unpleasant existential conundrums of life and meaning, is essentially concerned with answers, with closures, with the precise results of procedural investigation. While, at its best, SF is more concerned with posing enigmas that aren’t necessarily capable of answers, more concerned with unmapped infinities of space and inconceivable eternities of time.

By Rick Random’s time, as well as conventional crime-fighters, it seemed obligatory that all publications aimed at a juvenile readership had to have its space hero too. Posing the question, does Rick operate best as an example of crime fiction, or science fiction? That’s a balance he uneasily maintains throughout a career successful enough to warrant a splurge of reprint editions at the end of the 1960’s, and again in the late-1970’s resulting in a one-off re-launch serial run in the prestigious pages of the ground-breaking ‘2000AD’ where Judge Dredd was also combating future-crime in his own uniquely vicious, totalitarian way. Even more recently, ten classic Rick Random tales were bound into a single 2008 reprint edition that enjoyed a satisfying visibility.

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John Lawrence, the late Ron Turner’s long-time agent, comments that ‘it’s known that Conrad Frost kicked the whole (Rich Random) thing off under Edward ‘Ted’ Holmes guidance in 1954, and Harry Harrison closed the series around 1960’. Rick operates as part of the Interplanetary Bureau of Investigation. Initially – in his first densely-plotted case-book ‘Crime Rides The Spaceways’ (Super Detective Library no.37) he betrays few pronounced character-traits beyond those suggested by Bill Lacey’s imaginative art. Particularly impressive is the full-page panel in which he interrogates Isabella Mancini in her romantically lush flowing gown with its peaked shoulder-pads, and her elaborately braided hair. To devotees of crime-fiction the story-structure is the familiar ‘Ten Little Indians’ one – an isolated community in jeopardy from a serial murderer. One of the specially invited guests is a killer – but which one? Only now, instead of happening in a remote castle or Country House, it occurs aboard a Venus-bound spaceship. Each suspect tells their tale in turn, there are false leads, and gruesome deaths, with a Science Fiction twist in the dénouement when the killer, avenging those he blames for his daughter’s death, is himself devoured by alien monsters. A satisfying debut, complex, wordy, and literate by the standards of today’s graphic-novel equivalents.

But if it proved to be an adequate introduction to the new space hero, the second volume – ‘Kidnappers From Space’ (no.44), is a full-frontal assault, drafting in Ron Turner for his first comic-book assignment. The results are spectacular, with some fantastic planetary landscapes, ornate architecture, and alien fauna including the lizard-like ‘four-winged Garron’, flying horses, and a tentacular marsh-serpent which devours Damon – ‘the first great international criminal of the space age’. With a plot built around the kidnapping of Peter, young son of Jon Bryant ‘the richest man in the solar system’, the action happens against the background of escalation towards a planetary war against Urdana, a war that Random manages to avert by assisting in ‘regime-change’ on the world even as it stands on the brink of nuclear annihilation at the hands of the robot solar fleet. It’s a hard-SF premise, uneasily balanced by the more fantasy-medievalism of Princess Dana’s arranged marriage, and her ‘Moses-basket’ discovery of the infant Peter which answers her Sun God prophecy. But this is 1954, with Flash Gordon – as well as Dan Dare, setting the strip-SF agenda…

Yet for the astronomy-literate, Rick Random could be confusingly inconsistent. In the same way that Logo – the wordlet he visits in ‘Crime Rides The Spaceways’s, Urdana – the wonder-planet of ‘Kidnappers From Space’, appears to exist within the solar system. While Narm, from the third tale, is ‘an unknown planet far beyond the orbit of the most distant one known at present’. And to reach Garganta – ‘The Planet Of Lost Men’, Rick simply passes beyond the asteroid-belt, and a week later, there it is! This obviously contradicts the fact that back in the 1950’s the solar system was known to consist of just nine planets, even though more recently we’ve grown used to the idea of dwarf trans-Plutonian objects on the outer rim of the known worlds.

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Earlier still, the first two editions of the ‘Super Detective Library’ had appeared on newsstands and newsagent’s counters in that long-ago and far-away world of April 1953. They arrived from the Amalgamated Press modestly priced at just eight (pre-decimal) pence each, in a small pocket-book format issued on the first Thursday of each month, announcing themselves as complete stories ‘Told in Pictures’. Hardly a unique format, for there were any number of other similar picture-libraries featuring Western Heroes, War Adventures, the lives of Pop or Movie Stars, ‘Love-Stories In Pictures’, or just ‘Thriller Picture Library’ editions. Under the editorial direction of Edward Holmes, ‘Super Detective Library no.1’ reprints a poorly-drawn American newspaper strip-tale illustrating Leslie Charteris’ TV-sleuth ‘The Saint’ solving ‘The Case of the Contraband People’. Soon there would be others featuring Bulldog Drummond, Graham Greene’s ‘The Return of the Third Man’ – billed as ‘more adventures of Harry Lime, the film character made famous by Orson Welles’, plus visual adaptations of Edgar Wallace, Sax Rohmer (Fu Manchu), radio-tec ‘Dick Barton’, and SF writer Fredric Brown (‘The Phantom of the Fun-Fair’), even the great Sherlock Holmes himself (‘The Red-Headed League’). But a Sci-Fi content was present from as early as no.5 – ‘The Great Flying Saucer Mystery’, oddly featuring a return of ‘The Saint’, followed by no.14 – ‘Rod Collins: Special Agent In Space’ facing ‘The Men From The Stars’. But once Rick Random arrived, as comics’ historian David Ashford recalls, ‘all such stories would be Rick Random issues… and, as good as it was, his first issue gave little indication of the wonders that were to come…’

Rick Random is seldom less than a mature and tightly-plotted creation. Space Heroes aimed at the juvenile market generally do not smoke and aren’t allowed girlfriends, but Detectives do... well, Flash Gordon is allowed a girlfriend in the lithe form of Dale Arden, and while Dan Dare’s relationship with Prof Jocelyn Peabody (or with Digby for that matter!) remains relentlessly celibate, he does manage to smoke an occasionally avuncular pipe. But Rick Random is prime-time crime, so such sophistication is admissible. So he smokes. He drinks whisky, and an occasional ‘Jupiter Julep’. And he has girlfriends. Admittedly, the romantic distractions of alien Queens falling in love with him could slow the plot for thrill-hungry juveniles. Doubly so in ‘Secret Of The Ocean Planet’ where the devious Milda – a beautiful woman ‘whose thin lips betrayed her cruel nature’ tells Rick ‘one day I shall be Queen of Coralus. I should like you to be my King’, while Rick’s feisty companion Elsie has been abducted by the evil Bestina who, in the classic rape-metaphor, threatens to marry her. But such considerations aside, as ‘Top Trouble-Shooter For The Interplanetary Bureau Of Investigations (the IBI)’ under chairman John Regan and foppishly bearded Marius Fisher, often in conjunction with girlfriends such as Detective Superintendent Andi Andrews, Rick Random solves a succession of crimes located in cosmic setting.

Among the creatives behind the editions were writers Adrian Vincent, Dick Wise, Barry Coker, and Canadian journalist and broadcaster Bob Kesten. Harry Harrison wrote for the ongoing ‘Flash Gordon’ serials, but his greatest contribution to UK comics comes through his inspired scripts for ‘Rick Random’. Credits are fiercely contested, but at least five Random tales are authenticated as operating from his original scripts. Among the titles positively identified are ‘S.O.S From Space’ (no.115) with Random and Myla on planet Qont, involved with its horned rebels riding eight-legged ‘Weltas’, perfectly imaged by Turner. Another is ‘Rick Random And The Space Pirates’ (no.127), essentially a crime mystery set on the isolated ‘Queen of Space’ speeding towards the star Merak II with a vitally important cargo of iridium – and four suspects. Its trail of false clues and unexpected plot twists makes it another detection tale of classic construction shoved out into a galactic setting. But – in Harrison’s ‘Rick Random’s Perilous Mission’ (No.129), he also visits the ‘inner space’ of a Pacific Oceanic Food Farm. In a taut mystery thriller, Random infiltrates the sub-aquatic workforce to uncover a murdering saboteur. The frames are decorated with typically Ron Turneresque architectural statuary, while the plot involves a malevolently nasty ‘Virus-DD’ and some inventive technology, as when, ‘like the flying fish it was named after, the powerful rocket-sub hurled itself up out of the sea... the wings snapped into place, and like an immense arrow the ship sped towards the southern waters’. But my favourite Harrison-penned Random is ‘The Terror From Space’ (No.143) in which the long-range exploration ship ‘North Star’ returns to Earth after ‘a fantastic five-year journey, spanning the vast distances of outer space’, during which its crew has been replaced by shape-shifting Kreggari. Once on Earth the aliens quickly gain control by replicating the appearance of World Leaders. To combat this ‘unseen invasion’ Random recruits a resistance group, which gravitates to the forgotten stronghold of Gibraltar, a ‘giant stone fortress’ still occupied by its curator Sergeant Jones, who’s been left there to care-take its antique arsenal. Fortunately this includes Labs in which the rebels discover the true molecular identity of the Kreggari, and a conveniently useful atomic submarine which they then use to re-take London from the alien nasties. It’s powerful stuff indeed. But there’s also ‘The Mystery Of The Time Travellers’, an audaciously stunning wide-screen blockbuster epic in pocket-library form, a narrative sweep across thousands of years of history, then a million years into an unimaginably desolate future of ruined devolving cities, taking in temporal conundrums – or ‘time-faults’ that a Robert Silverberg novel (‘Up The Line’) or Isaac Asimov (‘The End Of Eternity’) would consider itself smart to include, conjecturing an alternate history of Napoleon with ‘aircraft and nuclear fission’. In addition, there’s the treacherous attack by Venus on its supposed Earth-ally in the 2585 Martian war, the complete destruction of Pluto as a terrible warning of the ‘ultimate weapon’, battles between space armadas 10,000-miles beyond the moon, and tripod alien ships descending into devastated Earth cities. All rendered in Turner’s intricately detailed art at its most visionary. Elsewhere, in other media, SF academic Kenneth F Slater acknowledges its power while concurrently reviewing Capt WE Johns’ juvenile SF hardback ‘The Edge Of Beyond’, in which he observes – ‘I fear that to try to convert a ‘Rick Random’ enthusiast with such a pedestrian work as this would be an impossible task’ (‘Nebula no.34’ – Sept 1958).

Harrison’s scripts, matched to Ron Turner’s artwork, form a formidable combination. Turner was always an intensely private man who never sought acclaim or the recognition his work so richly deserved. Nevertheless, his art is now highly regarded, collected, and valued among the very finest of its time. Born in Norwich in 1922, he grew up in Romford, Essex, showing an early enthusiasm for both science and art, fusing the two with inspiration from HG Wells, Jules Verne and ER Burroughs. Leaving school at fourteen he commenced as a trainee artist at Odhams London Studios. It was while contributing to their pioneering boy’s magazine ‘Modern Wonder’ as early as 1939 that he was impressed and influenced by Alex Raymond’s graphic work for ‘Flash Gordon’, which was reprinted on the title’s glossy back page. He returned to Odhams after war service – invalided out after being wounded at Cassino in the Northern Italy campaigns. Newly enthused by Chesley Bonestell’s beautifully detailed planetary landscapes included in ‘The Conquest Of Space’ (1952), he began freelancing for paperback publisher ‘Scion’ where he was able to turn out some dramatic, highly impressive, and imaginatively designed colour-work for the likes of John Russell Fearn, EC Tubb and ‘Vargo Statten’ novels. He also established new standards of visual SF literacy for ‘Space Ace’ – first in ‘Lone Star’ then Ace’s own eponymous title, in tandem with his highly-regarded work for ‘Rick Random’. His detailed visualisation of King Leo’s ostentatious lunar-palace for ‘The Man Who Owned The Moon’ transcends the requirements of mere picture-stripology into the realm of obsessional fine-art. In the story, Leo Clayton’s con-man father buys junk-concessions to lunar mineral rights before the first moon landing, so that when tritineum-mining operations yield immense wealth his son inherits it all. Rick is brought in to track down the granddaughter of John Adler who, in an oversight, was granted a quarter of the original shares. The full-page frames of King Leo’s extravagant cityscape and banqueting hall, with statuary and visionary architectural detail are among the finest ever to grace the comics multiverse, in small tight explosions of exactitude.

John Lawrence tells me that ‘one of my interests involves reading scripts in conjunction with the finished art and discovering just how much embellishment the artist has provided. In Ron Turner’s case it was sometimes considerable. An average story could be artistically transformed, necessitating considerable narrative or dialogue changes, though without affecting the storyline one jot.’ And each small page is an incredible compression of detail, text, dialogue and character, with the art not so much reduced as straining, expanding against the imposed space-restrictions of the format. Ron Turner later graduated into illustrating the Dr Who spin-off ‘Daleks’ strip, a couple of pocket library ‘Jet-Ace Logan’ editions, and continued working in mainstream comics into the 1970’s with ‘Judge Dredd’.
Meanwhile, there was Rick Random…

‘AND NOW, SPACERS… SOMETHING
A LITTLE SPECIAL FOR YOU!’
Dan Dare introduces ‘Rick Random &
The Time Travellers’
(‘DAN DARE ANNUAL 1979’)

Across the arc of stories, through various hands, Random’s future-history is sketched out in accumulating detail. 2035 marks the Jubilee of the first-ever spaceflight – in the ‘Starflight’, followed by ‘Omega’, the first spacer to orbit the Moon. Thus neatly prefiguring not only Neil Armstrong, but Yuri Gagarin too! Since cosmic bombardment ended World War III – the last great Earth-war ‘back in the 1970’s’, peace between worlds had been maintained through the Interplanetary Board of the World Federation of Powers, founded by its ‘Prime Minister’ Dr Marius Fisher, this ‘Parliament of the Universe’ includes delegates from Venus, Mars and Pluto. There’s also a President of Jupiter, presumably a federation of Jupiter’s moons? On occasions there seems to be some point of contention between the writer, who sees Martians and Venusians as the descendents of Earth colonists, and the artist who portrays them as bizarre aliens. Rick, a member of the Board. had done space-training as a cadet at Lunaport. When he leaves Earth for various points within, and beyond the solar system, he does so from the Interplanetary Space-drome located ‘deep in the Australian interior’ (the ‘largest space-port in the galaxy’ according to ‘The Mystery Of The Frozen World’). As in the CS Lewis space-trilogy the people of the universe ‘talk’ with their thoughts, and ‘hear’ what other people are thinking. ‘Thus there are no language barriers’. All the worlds, that is, apart from Earth, CS Lewis’ ‘Silent Planet’.

Following the eventual demise of ‘Super Detective Library’ the Random tales were seldom left to languish unread. They were frequently reprinted in a variety of formats, including ‘The Terror From Space’ in the ‘Buster Annual 1963’, ‘ ...Perilous Mission’ retitled ‘Red Q Emergency’ for the ‘Space Picture Library Holiday Special 1981’ and ‘SOS From Space’ as part of the ‘2000AD Summer Special 1978’, where Rick was not only joined by a similarly resuscitated Dan Dare, but achieved a minor reincarnation himself when Ron Turner was brought in to ink a newly created Random strip – ‘Riddle Of The Astral Assassin’ serialised through ‘2000AD’ Progs 113-118 (19 May - 23 June 1979). And into the new century, Steve Holland compiled a high-profile anthology of Rick Random tales, selecting ten of the finest titles into chunky form to grace the displays at Borders and Waterstones…

Yet Rick Random was essentially a comic-book hero of the 1950’s. His future – and the role of space travel in that future, was a powerful pre-occupation of its time. His readers were cathode-ray kids – even if there were only two TV-channels to switch between, growing up in what seemed a supersonic, space-race world of head-spinning change and progress. An escapist elevation blasting them free of the grindingly dull post-war drabness, but ignited by the spectacular developments in rocketry and atomic power that had brought that war to an end. Excited at the sheer speed of its trajectory – but sometimes a little disturbed by what they feared might lie in wait around the time-bend – nuclear armageddon, alien invasion, homicidal robots? With such eventualities in prospect, they needed to know there would also be forces for justice out there, to see all that shiny new technology put into perspective on the side of virtue. That was a role Rick Random was more than qualified to fulfil.

THE FULL ‘RICK RANDOM’ STRIPOGRAPHY

‘CRIME RIDES THE SPACEWAYS’ (64 pages) Script: Conrad Frost. Art: Bill Lacey. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.37, September 1954 (9d) reprinted as ‘KILLER IN SPACE’ in ‘DAN DARE ANNUAL 1980’. Random solves the ‘Black Glove Murders’ committed by Otto Mayer, Anna Martin’s father, aboard the ‘Stellar’, chartered for a flight to Venus. Biog: Random and Capt Lance Vane were once ‘buddies in the Cosmic War’. Trivia: Bill Lacey also provides art-work for the ‘Bulldog Drummond’ and ‘John Steel: Special Agent’ editions of SDL, as well as no.14 ‘Rod Collins – Special Agent In Space: The Men From The Stars’.

‘KIDNAPPERS FROM SPACE’ (64 pages) Art: Ron Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.44’, December 1954. Reprinted as ‘Kidnappers From Mars’ as ‘BUSTER ADVENTURE LIBRARY no.31’ (Oct 1967), and as ‘DAIR AVALON: THE VORTEX’ in ‘SPACE PICTURE LIBRARY HOLIDAY SPECIAL’ (1980). Trivia: confusingly the ‘Buster’ reprint uses the cover-illustration from SDL no.129 – ‘Rick Random’s Perilous Mission’. Connections: The ‘Space Tide’ – the ‘great current travelling through the solar system and out into the universe’ is described as a Vortex ‘similar in nature’ to the Sargasso Sea, just as in the later Dan Dare epic ‘REIGN OF THE ROBOTS’ (episodes in ‘Eagle’ 6th Sept to 27th Sept 1957) ‘a ghostly armada of lost ships’ is also referred to as ‘The Sargasso Sea of Space’. However, both of them are preceded by a text-story ‘THE SARGASSO OF SPACE’ by Edmond Hamilton in ‘Astounding Stories’ magazine dated September 1931.

‘THE RIDDLE OF THE VANISHED SPACEMEN’ (64 pages) Art: Lacey. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no 48, February 1955. Reprinted as ‘THE DEMON PLANET’ as ‘BUSTER ADVENTURE LIBRARY no.33’ (Nov 1967). A slow, leisurely-paced tale with more exposition than action. Limana, an Andean space-station, vanishes, along with a local Indian tribe. Twenty years later researcher John Grant disappears on a secret flight to an unconfirmed planet, Narm. Rick, along with humorously laddish pilot Ken, top-boffin Luigi Fratensi, and Grant’s girlfriend Lana, follow in the ‘Dauntless’ to find huge Easter Island-alike statues on Narm. Trivia: ‘Ruthless, maniacal scientist’ Otto Dedekind uses a combination of hypnotism and drugs to control the stolen Indians on Narm, which is one of the great 1950’s Cold War preoccupations, brain-washing, thought-control, mesmerism.

‘THE CASE OF THE MAN WHO OWNED THE MOON’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.49, March 1955. Reprinted as ‘THE EMPEROR OF THE MOON’ as ‘BUSTER ADVENTURE LIBRARY no.35’ (Dec 1967) After his two-year Narm voyage Rick is summoned by the ‘Emperor of the Moon’, in an immensely detailed case with overlapping stories-within-stories. Helmar Vokk – Leo’s mad boffin, uses a hypnotic-chair to mess with Rick’s memories. Acting on his implanted instructions Rick tracks Bella Adler, who teaches literature at the Lusian Secondary School in Venusburg. In the final struggle, instead of Bella, it’s the devious pair who are fed to King Leo 2’s Drosera carnivorous plants, tended by his mute African slaves. Tech-Spec: Rick first uses the huge clunky visi-phones he will use in many subsequent tales. Soundbite: ‘There’s nothing stupid about a document which will make you probably the richest heiress in the universe’ – Rick to Bella

‘THE CASE OF THE SPACE BUBBLE’ (64 pages) Cover Art: Turner Inner Art: Oliver Passingham. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.53, May 1955. Queen Nydia arrives in Oxford Street in her time-space sphere, from Gleyx – a planet with four moons, ‘far beyond the furthest distance that we have ever travelled in space’. Its time-travel capability conveniently allows Rick (in the guise of ‘Lepe Culat’ from frozen Velda) to solve the mystery of who stole her ‘Sapphire of the Universe’, but – high on dialogue, low on action, the reader must wait through court intrigue to unmask her cousin Dagon’s conspiracy.

‘FIVE LIVES OF MR QUEX’ (64 pages) Art: Ron Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.64, September 1955. When reclusive ‘Howard Hughes’-style multi-millionaire Mr Quex’s big Astro car goes off the cliff at Morte Cove, his four estranged but identical quintuplet brothers scheme to replace him. In his vast Satellite One home he has ‘liveried servants, a Michelangelo ceiling and powdered flunkys’, allowing Turner scope for a typically lavish full-page reconstruction of Quex’s Venetian Palace ceiling. Disguised as a valet, Rick infiltrates, helped by Lucille, but which Quex is which – Adam, Benjamin, Cain, Ephraim or David? Tech-Spec: in his car ‘Rick pressed the telephoto button and a travelling spot of light recorded on sensitised paper a tele-pic of Adam Quex’ and prints it out (a ‘micro-foto-fax’ in later tales). Detail (1): Rick has a pretty young sister – Tina, married to Dr Don Frobisher (2) During the revolution – presumably after WWIII, the Royal Collection was dissolved and sold off, including Frans Hals’ ‘Laughing Cavalier’, as well as the Banqueting Hall of Old Westminster, and bought by Quex (3) ‘It is forbidden to speak different languages these days’ other than English, according to French-born Lucille

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE GOLD-RUSH PLANET’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.66, October 1955. Rick helps Jed Bailey and daughter Belle to free Arizon from the Rankins and their cronies, despite their devious schemes to hijack bullion-ships in space, and frame Rick. Trivia: the cover is featured on page twelve of ‘NOSTALGIA ABOUT COMICS’

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE MYSTERY OF THE MOVING PLANET’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.70, December 1955. Reprinted as ‘THE TENTH PLANET’ in ‘SPACE PICTURE LIBRARY HOLIDAY SPECIAL’ (1980) Wandering-world Hesperides – named after its astronomer-discover, causes disruption by entering the solar system. Rick investigates, finding an empty control-city with a lift-shaft to the furnaces at the world’s core. Mad scientist Adrios Guildholme and his hypnotist sidekick Harn Felditch, attempt to use the world and its magnetic anchoring-beams as a weapon to become ‘Dictator of the Universe’. The few peaceful telepathic Hesperides help Rick break their power, but his romance with Vian ends as the planet leaves the system again. Continuity: ‘there was a bright moon shining’ as Rick & Vian walk together. Hesperides has no moon! Trivia: First appearance of Dr Marius Fisher

‘SECRET OF THE OCEAN PLANET’ (64 pages) Art: Bill Lacey. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.75, March 1956. Reprinted with ‘Rick Random’ as ‘Dick Brando’ in ‘BUSTER BOOK 1962’. Britain’s Crown Jewels are lost when space-ship ‘Ledastra’ crashes into Oceanus, the ocean planet. Rick, with Elsie Higgs – who appears as ‘Merma the Underwater Girl’ in a sideshow (breathing through the ‘Delben Gill’), finds two warring aquatic species there, Prince Ceranda of the blonde Coralus, and the dark people of Mortandus. Tech-Spec: Year 2032, the small planet Phoebe is being welcomed as a member of the ‘League of Planets’. Presumably this is not Phoebe, the moon of Saturn? Soundbite: ‘What you want is a jolly good spanking, and I’ve half a mind to give you one, here and now’ Rick to Milda

‘PLANET OF LOST MEN’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.79, June 1956. In early 2026, a ‘Lost Legion’ of mining engineers are being snatched by a mysterious space-sphere. Suspecting that corrupt ‘fabulously wealthy’ Joshua Hauser is involved, Rick gets himself abducted from a moorland path, in the guise of a miner, and is taken to tiny jungle-planet Garganta where peaceful natives are using robots and dinosaurian Garganti to resist their illegal gold-mining operation (a plot not unlike 2010 movie-blockbuster ‘Avatar’!). Rick arbitrates between miners and natives against Hauser, assisted by Princess Alona and Hauser’s daughter, Jo. Tech-Spec: There are still large industrial sites with smoky mine-stacks in Cumberland! Soundbite: ‘There will always be other mysteries for me to solve. For that is my life’ Rick to Jo

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE INVADERS FROM THE OCEAN PLANET’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. Script: Robert Wise & Conrad Frost. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.83, July 1956. 2035, anticipating Dan Dare’s ‘Cosmobes & Pescods’ tale, this sequel to SDL no.75, has aquatic aliens using snub-nosed spaceships to infiltrate Earth’s oceans and begin melting polar ice. ‘Black Prince’ Bestina has retro-engineered the ‘Ledastra’ and plans to create another Oceanus by flooding Earth’s cities. Again, Elsie and Ceranda help save the day, then marry – in an aquarium! Tech-Spec: Rick drives a heli-car. Trivia: The Mortandans have Spock-style ‘pointy-ears’, despite which they fail to spot Rick when he infiltrates their Atlantis base.

‘RICK RANDOM’S MANHUNT THROUGH SPACE’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. Script: B Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.90, October 1956. The lovely Marta faces execution for murdering her husband John ‘Cracker’ Crandon by the Grand Canal on Mars. Her ‘thought-probe’ clues, interpreted by ‘Charlie’ the electronic Big-Brain archive indicates her innocence. With two unlikely companions, Feleena Smark – a cat-girl empath from Procyon, and buccaneer Captain ‘Black Jack’ McLain, Rick goes to Tropicana (Alpha Centauri system), then Anteres XXI (Kost), Spica XV, Arcturus VIII & XII, Regulus II & VI, and Pollux V interviewing a weird menagerie of strange ant-people, flying ‘birdies’ and Iron-people to trace her alibi through three-eyed Sirian magician Grink Slok, and the real murderer, Dart Emery whose hypnotic memory-block is responsible. Tech-Spec: In a key plot-development, Rick travels by hyperspace drive (at 4,380x light-speed), his first use of a genuine SF pseudo-technology for his first trips to genuine other star-systems. Trivia: As an admirable example of 1950’s ethnic diversity, African scientist Dr M’Bwango invents the ‘thought-probe’, and Chinese Lee Chong is governor of the ‘Satellite-B’ escape-proof Earth-Mars prison

‘RICK RANDOM AND MYSTERY OF THE MILKY WAY’ (64 pages) Art: two-and-a-half by Ron Turner, the rest probably by Ray Theobald. Script: B Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.91, 6th November 1956. Poor art, dull story. 2035, after nine attempts on his life rocket-designer Sir John France (inventor of the hyper-space ‘France-drive’) retreats to Shangri-La, his private asteroid (named ‘after a 20th-century novel’), where he’s murdered anyway. Minor-role suspects include the return of ‘Black Jack’ and the three-eyed Sirian ‘Altron of Trovean’. Tech-Spec: Murderer Wilda ‘Red’ North dies when she detonates artificial air-&-gravity leaving Shangri-La ‘a hunk of rock’ with air ‘too thin to support an anaemic ghost’ Trivia: in Rick Random’s solar system, Venusian skin has a slight green tinge, Jupiter ‘skull-people’ are bald, there are sabre-toothed Saturn tiger-birds, toad-faced Jupiter lions, and Venusian Dexopod elephants…!

‘THE MYSTERY OF THE TIME TRAVELLERS’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. Script: Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.97, February 1957. Reprinted in ‘DAN DARE ANNUAL 1979’. 2036, in Science City, Dr Laus Brunoburgh’s assistant accidentally disappears in an experimental time-box, or ‘Tee-Tee’ time-transporter. Rick becomes a time-sleuth, ‘if Martin Hart had travelled through time, where was he? In the past or the future? That was going to be Rick’s greatest problem’. Calling a scientific conference, twin sisters Gerda & Erika Svensen use high-&-low frequency inputs to send Rick back-&-forth in time (including 1066), then into the 31st Century where time-travel will be better understood. Met by ‘Controller of Future Exploration’ Mordoc in a sky-ball he appeals to the Council of Seven, who authorise their ‘foremost authority on the science of time travel’ – Lorata, to help him. Hart is in 1099, where – anticipating Chaos Theory and the Butterfly Effect, his past-time tampering results in the abrupt collapse of 31st Century buildings, disintegrating intercontinental rocket-jets, Cyprus being destroyed by a Martian saucer, and 100,000 people ceasing to exist. They locate Hart, only to witness his assassination! until more time-hops avert his death, correct the time-stream, & return him home. All this AND MORE, in 64 action-packed pocket-sized pages! Tech-Spec: Following the 2955 peace accord, a string of ‘Damocles satellites’ orbit each solar system planet preventing war. Soundbite: ‘I wish I had time to see whether Nero actually did play his fiddle while his capital was in flames’ – Rick in ancient Rome

‘THE RIDDLE OF THE VANISHING PEOPLE’ (64 pages) Art: Turner. Script: Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.101, April 1957. After hyperactive ‘Time Travellers’ a quieter reiteration of earlier themes. 2040, Rick returns to Science City to trace 85 vanishing scientists. Meets Martin Hart & Erika Svensen again. Then to Satellite B to quiz Dr M’Bwango and ‘Charlie-Big-Brain’ (from ‘Manhunt’). As Marius Fisher vanishes Rick enters the mouth of a giant Hall of Statues Damien Hirst-style granite whale in the Museum Of Modern Art (opened Tate Modern-style in 1997), and through a matter-transmitter. To discover that there has been no crime. On Rigel V the scientists are secretly grouped to discuss Dr Brunoburgh’s discovery of immortality. There is no outcome, they vote to destroy it – ‘will man ever be ready for immortality? Surely that must be for the Gods alone’, and do so. Tech-Spec: Dilinium is a Venusian metal as light and thin as rose petals and as strong as steel. Future History: The Kronkite Meteor, first spotted in 1997, was destroyed in 2029 by the Beaugrandis Projectile before its predicted devastating impact into Mars Soundbite: ‘All right Sherlock, what next?’ newcaster Nora Eldra, Rick’s companion.

‘THE MYSTERY OF THE MAN WHO PUT OUT THE SUN’ (64 pages) Art: Unknown. Script: Conrad Frost. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.105, June 1957. Another continuity loop, 2038, Otto Dedekind (of ‘The Vanished Spacemen’) escapes Prison Satellite X-319, and the sun begins to die. Rick goes to Venus, then to Fiera’s city in Mercury’s twilight zone to locate him and stop his solar retarder. Soundbite: ‘With only seconds to spare, Rick had averted the worst disaster in the history of the universe – the end of all things!’ (well, the end of life in the solar system maybe, but the universe – I think not!) Planet notes: Venus has umbrella-like ‘volcanic skeleton’ formations, while, common to much 1950’s SF and astronomical theory, Mercury ‘does not revolve on its axis like other planets. One face of it is in a state of continuous molten heat’

‘RICK RANDOM IN SABOTAGE FROM SPACE’ (64 pages) Cover Art: James McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Keston ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.111, 3rd September 1957. Summer 2042, the world is afflicted by outbreaks of ‘The Madness’, individual acts of suicidal behaviour. When Marcus falls victim, but survives a helicar crash into the Oval, Dr Altha Berins uses M’Bwango’s thought-probe to find leads. ‘Operation Spooky’, Rick mobilises the ‘Big Jumbo’ computer in Science City to detect invisible ‘Alien intrusions’, then Plan C when one of the aliens allows itself to be captured. Weird pod-like teleporting alien Fralg is from doomed planet Grivti seeking help, others – the Ivras, are causing ‘The Madness’ as prelude to invasion. Rick’s fleet destroys the dust-cloud smothering Horvinto, their sun, and the burning satellite responsible. Soundbite: ‘another link had been forged in the chain of inter-galactic friendship’.

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE S.O.S. FROM SPACE’ (64 pages) Cover Art: James McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Harry Harrison. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.115, November 1957. Reprinted in ‘2000AD SUMMER SPECIAL 1978’. All the plot-elements of classic Golden-Age Space Opera – the bestial Ebloni slave-empire is encroaching Galactic Federation space. A mysterious UFO-capsule found by female space-pilot Brell Canto turns out to be an SOS from the Gyzmanians, a race supposedly exterminated by the Ebloni 10,000 years ago. Rick’s Spring 2042 quest is to locate the ultimate ‘Ball of Fire’ weapon in the lost Gyzma city stronghold. Tech-Spec: New alien species include a multi-limbed Octopinian, a Croc-Head, an Ovite, a Fly-Man, and Rick’s horned girl companion Myla Orst is a Qoti

‘THE PLANET OF TERROR’ (64 pages) Cover Art: McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Bob Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.123, March 1958. Bob Ford has disappeared on peaceful, friendly newly-discovered planet Chural. Aliens from Disca are kidnapping slaves to secretly mine Ebonidium. Rick is re-joined by ‘cosmic space-dog’ Black Jack and Feleena Smark, ‘Galactic Magazine’s special correspondent from ‘Manhunt Through Space’

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE SPACE PIRATES’ (64 pages) Cover: McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Harry Harrison. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.127, May 1958. Opens Xmas Day 2043, a space-liner plummets into London Space-Port missing 200-people and 300-million pounds-worth of iridium, which has replaced gold as galactic basis of exchange. Other thefts threaten to bankrupt smaller planets, and upset galactic peace. Marius calls on Rick, who smuggles himself aboard the ‘Queen of Space’ taking a shipment to Merak II. Following a gas-attack and the captain’s murder, the ship diverts towards Algol, with four onboard suspects – happy-go-lucky interplanetary playboy Willy, chubby salesman Brinkton, puny alien Jal from Canopus IV, and supposedly crippled Reeves (who turns out to be disguised Rano, Interplanetary Board Member from Merak II, using his crutch to radio his pirate allies). Rick uses the crutch to alert the Space Navy who attack the Algol planet on grav-chutes, free the captured people and retrieve the iridium. Tech-Spec: Public Visi-Plates broadcast news. Trivia: a copy of ‘Galaxy’ magazine on Weary Willy’s table

‘RICK RANDOM’S PERILOUS MISSION’ (64 pages) Cover: James McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Harry Harrison. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.129, June 1958. Reprinted as ‘RED Q EMERGENCY’ in ‘SPACE PICTURE LIBRARY HOLIDAY SPECIAL’ (1981) alongside SDL no.35 ‘REVOLT ON VENUS’ retitled ‘THE KINGDOM OF ZON’. 2044AD, young Harvey is drowned at the Pacific Oceanic Food Farm with a cracked face-plate on his pressure-suit, but ‘fresh water’ in his lungs! Summoned by Assistant-Director Patrick Blaine, in the guise of ‘Mike Mace’ Rick investigates this latest in a string of strange events, escaping death as Herd-36 break out and streak towards the Antarctic. The bullying Bull is killed in a fall from Director Lowe’s office-tower. Although he was stunned with a sleep-gas Rick suspects Lowe, who’s daughter Joyce, was sweet on dead Harvey, to her father’s disapproval. Sabotage at the Plankton Farm using Virus-DD leads to Rick unmasking Blaine as the real villain, intent on framing and then replacing Lowe as Director. Tech-Spec: The Food Farm is breeding a new type of edible whale ‘to help provide food for the whole world’. Continuity: Red-X Emergency is top priority code in ‘Time Travellers’

‘THE MYSTERY OF THE FROZEN WORLD’ (64 pages) Cover: McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Bob Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.133, August 1958. Spring 2043, a series of impossible bullion robberies on impregnable bank strongholds, leave only one clue, a cigarette stub of purple tobacco from Neptune. Could it be Dr Laus Brunoburgh’s matter-transmitter (from ‘Riddle Of The Vanishing People’)? Neptune is coated in ice 2,000-miles thick, has a methane atmosphere, and F400-degrees below freezing temperatures. Earth bases are located in caverns excavated two-miles below the surface, sprayed with a thin coat of transparent insulation. Assuming the identities of George & Helen Inkster, Rick & ‘Andi’ Andrews use a super-heated ground-car to reach the deep volcanic Fulton Caves where IPB Chief Accountant John Jolson has his matter-transmitter base. Later, hypno-treatment erases all memories of the escapade, because ‘mankind just isn’t ready for’ matter-transmitters – ‘yet’, says Rick. Tech-Spec: Rick & Andi use a hyper-jump to cross over two-thousand-million miles of space to reach Neptune in ‘less than two seconds’. Trivia: £10-million in gold is stolen from the vast subterranean vaults of the Interplanetary Bank – but, according to the ‘Space Pirates’ tale, iridium had replaced gold as currency! Connections: the plot forms the ‘Rick Random’ entry on page 176 of Denis Gifford’s ‘ENCYCLOPEDIA OF COMIC CHARACTERS’

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE MYSTERY OF THE ROBOT WORLD’ (64 pages) Cover: James McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Harry Harrison. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.137, October 1958. Trouble on Arcadia, the ‘new Garden of Eden’, a planet of a few-thousand people, but countless millions of slave-robots. Earth-ambassador Bir Hanno is arrested for the murder of ‘illustrious’ Prime Minister Perideen. His rival, Gehra leader of the ‘crackpot’ War Party, uses it as a pretext to blame Earth. Rick, with Patti Dreen of the Galactic Press, has five days to prove Hanno victim of a frame-up, before Gehra can unleash his secret weapon – 5-million small Omicron robots against Earth. Rick is arrested by Dheel, chief of police, but escapes, contacts Ana – Perideen’s widow, infiltrates a meeting of the War Party inside a 27B-robot adapted by Leeon, a sympathetic robot-engineer, and eventually matches an antique Nubiano dagger to prove Gehra the real killer. Tech-Spec: Rick’s belt is made from one long strand of Steelite, the strongest plastic ever made. Connections: Rick uses Isaac Asimov’s ‘Laws of Robotics’ – which prohibit robot violence against humans, to frustrate Gehra (‘You heard him, robot – stop him! He means to kill me!’)

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE MYSTERY OF THE KNIGHTS OF SPACE’ (64 pages) Cover Art: McConnell. Inner Art: Unknown. Script: Conrad Frost. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.139, November 1958. When Arthur C Clarke wrote that ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic’ (in his ‘Profiles Of The Future’) he probably wasn’t thinking of Rick Random on medieval Planet 43 (Droga). King Megi holds feasts and jousting tournaments, but Earth science puts Court Wizard Mesiter’s ‘nose out of joint’, so he uses his own hypnotic abilities to kidnap Earth scientists. When they seem to vanish from spaceships leaving the world, Rick investigates. There’s also a romance between Knight Basilon & Princess Sula who Mesiter sacrifices to the Dragons in theValley of Shadi. Poor art, and a weak story – although elements of it reappear in ‘Jet-Ace Logan: Planet Of Tyranny’ in ‘Tiger’ in 1963. Tech-Spec One: UL.034 is a vital metal necessary as spaceship fuel. Tech-Spec Two: Rick uses a ‘Volapuk’ language translator

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE TERROR FROM SPACE’ (64 pages) Cover: McConnell. Inner Art: Turner. Script: Harry Harrison ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.143, January 1959. Reprinted in ‘BUSTER ANNUAL 1963’, then as ‘BUSTER ADVENTURE LIBRARY no.27’ (August 1967). Trivia: confusingly the 1967 reprint uses the cover-art from ‘Thriller Picture Library no.426’ – ‘Jet-Ace Logan: Ten Days To Doom’. The Kreggari are genuinely sinister aliens, although they fall into the 1950’s ‘B’-movie ‘Pod People’ shape-shifter tradition, their compact story-arc reads like a full SF novel. ‘Captain Tuoro’ and his imposters take over while Rick is away capturing the Titan Smuggling Ring. ‘Marius’ declares him a traitor, but biochemist Deena Rae assists him reach a Loyalist Resistance based in southern France. They kidnap Tuoro and Dr Rae researches his true nature. Gibraltar is destroyed in a ‘tower of atomic flame’ as Jones covers their escape in an atomic sub, to surface near Waterloo Bridge, release the replaced victims, and ‘the rule of imitation men came to and end’. Turner’s images of the ‘floating jungle masses’ of aerial-islands suspended by ‘captive gas in their cells’ demonstrates his real fluency at conjecturing theoretical alien biologies – even though, despite the year 2156 setting, squaddie Sergeant Jones, Gibraltar’s caretaker, is pure 1950’s ‘Tommy’, as Rick says ‘a page of history’!

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE THREAT FROM SPACE’ (64 pages) Cover & Inner Art: Ron Turner. Script: Bob Kesten. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.153, June 1959. Reprinted in ‘SUPER PICTURE SPECIAL’ (1969). Summer 2145, Rick & Marius see the galaxy’s newest top comedian, Ally Akbar, who is appearing at the ‘Variety Empire’. His daughter Buffy tells Rick of Ally’s memory-lapses during performances. Rick traces the lapses to the explosion that wrecked the spaceship ‘Starfly’ between Endes and Fondig on the rim of the hostile Krent Empire. He has been hypnotically programmed to deliver coded messages during his comedy routines. Once exposed the Krent Ambassador Baron Lyztu leaps to his death through a window fifty-storey up, and war is avoided. Soundbite: Although Rick’s methods of Crime Detection were scientific – like all great Detectives he was subject to an occasional ‘hunch’

‘RICK RANDOM AND THE KIDNAPPED PLANET’ (64 pages) Art: Ron Turner. Script: B Keston. ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY’ no.163, December 1959. ‘Next stop Terra! Home for Christmas and a nice long vacation’ says Rick, planning a salmon-fishing trip to British Columbia. But the Anteres V colony-report is overdue. Missing colony-leader is Dalton – husband of glamorous Fran Epton, deputy controller of the Galactic Colonial Board. Approaching the planet, Rick is faced by attacking ‘hunter’ missiles, and a declaration the colony has joined the Baku Union – and, says, Rick, become slaves of the Bakusti. To avoid a Space Navy shooting war he pretends to resign the IBI and intervene ‘unofficially’ – accompanied by stowaway Fran. Deploying ‘Decoy Duck’, they land on uninhabited continent Secundus. The Bakusti invaders’ motive is deposits of Ebonidium ‘black steel’. Rick contacts the colonists and organises a fight-back underground. Tech-Spec: The Astro-Graph Projector shows three-dimensional reproductions of all parts of the universe, showing entire galaxies or a single planet. Trivia One: like the Krent, the Bakusti are giant humanoids. Trivia Two: By now Dr Marius Fisher’s Interplanetary Board has become the governing body for the ‘Galactic Federation’. Soundbite: Rick decides he won’t rejoin the IBI ‘until after I’ve been salmon fishing’. That vacation will take him a long long time… it will be twenty years before his next, and last, case

‘RIDDLE OF THE ASTRAL ASSASSIN’ serialised through ‘2000AD’ Progs 113-118 (19 May - 23 June 1979) reprinted in ‘2000AD Showcase no.26/27’ (USA Quality Comics, 1988) Script: Steve Moore Art: Ron Turner. During Trade-Treaty negotiations on board vast asteroid-spaceship Columbia, Rick and assistant Vanda Lane track and twice kill Baron Odana who is murdering fellow representatives from the Guebin Planetary Combination. But when ageing bearded Theophilius reveals there’s been no contact from Guebin capital, Shoya, Rick suspects the murders have been a diversion to cover a planetary coup. With surviving delegates, Exon Sanso and Jameela Rhodes, Rick leads 18 Commandos to attack Shoya Imperial Palace where they find Odana ruling in the throne room! Soundbite: ‘No Third Chances!’ says Rick as he blasts the escaping Odana Tech-Spec: the ‘Odana’ on the Columbia was an android, ‘a perfect copy of the real man!’

‘RICK RANDOM: SPACE DETECTIVE’ edited by Steve Holland (Prion Books Ltd, October 2008, 656-pages, ISBN 1853756733) collection of ten tales with Steve Holland introduction, includes: ‘Kidnappers From Space’, ‘Emperor Of The Moon’ (aka ‘The Case Of The Man Who Owned The Moon’), ‘The Planet Of Terror’, ‘Rick Random & The Space Pirates’, ‘Rick Random’s Perilous Mission’, ‘The Mystery Of The Frozen World’, ‘The Mystery Of The Robot World’, ‘The Killer In Space’ (aka ‘Crime Rides The Spaceways’), ‘Rick Randon & The Kidnapped Planet’, ‘Rick Random & The Threat From Space’

FOREIGN EDITIONS Among the translated Rick Random tales published elsewhere in Europe is the Portuguese ‘Misterio Do Mundo’ (‘Mystery Of The Frozen World’), and ‘Ouro Maldito’ (‘Gold-Rush Planet’)

Compiled with the assistance of David Ashford & Steve Holland’s ‘SUPER DETECTIVE LIBRARY: AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE’ (a ‘CJ PUBLICATION’)

The Searchers 'Live in Ossett'


‘SWEETS FOR THE SWEET…!’
The Searchers Live at ‘Woburn House’
Ossett, West Yorkshire, 1988

‘MEET THE SEARCHERS’
(August 1963, Pye NPL18086)

‘See HER, down there’ finger-pointing at a dancer in the dry-ice tide, her low-low-neckline in gravity-defying strapless suspension, ‘that’s the kind of dress that always makes me want to…’, with a lurid theatrical mime of seizing with both hands and tugging sharply DOWNWARDS! Audience reaction is negligible. Mike Pender grins anyway. ‘Now – one of our biggest hits. And that’s H-I-T-S’ he spells lasciviously, a double entendre so singular it has all the subtlety of a falling JCB. THIS is the Searchers!?!?!? The Panther ‘Encyclopedia Of Rock Volume 2’ writes off the Searchers’ chart career in 1969 as then ‘establishing themselves on the cabaret circuit’. Perhaps what we’re witnessing tonight is the end product of twenty years on the scampi circuit?

‘SUGAR AND SPICE’
(November 1963, Pye NPL18089)

But close your eyes for a second and pretend… pretend it’s 1964. ‘Rave’ magazine, the Mod Bible, asks the Searchers ‘what are you searching for?’ Mike Pender (formerly Prendergast) says ‘an au-pair’. The Searchers were always a band of modest pretensions ‘This is the one that started it all for us’ announces Pender from the ‘Woburn House’ stage, above the back-chat from Sean’s twenty-first birthday party on table number-fifteen, and they slip into vinyl memory – their timely revival of the Drifters “Sweets For My Sweet” which trounced Brian Epstein’s Mersey Sound competition to reach no.1 in the space somewhere between the Fabs “From Me To You” and Billy J Kramers’ “Bad To Me”. “Sweets For My Sweet”, spinning on the Dansette with its garish-pink Pye label was topping the chart on 8th August 1963, the day of the media-notorious ‘Great Train Robbery’, so it’s only fitting it should turn up many years later in ‘Buster’ (1988), the contentious Phil Collins / Julie Walters movie reconstructing the event. It features on the movie’s soundtrack album too – alongside other retro-fashionable sixties survivors the Hollies and Stevie Winwood. The package is charting even now, as this reconfigured line-up take the stage. The single’s follow-up, Tony Hatch (under the guise of Fred Nightingale)’s “Sugar And Spice”, reached no.2 and then makes the same LP chart as part of another movie soundtrack – from ‘Good Morning Vietnam’ (1987), complete with Robin Williams voice-over.

It seems the sixties is seldom out of favour for long. And the Searchers are indelibly sixties. They were regular must-sees on TV’s black-&-white ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars’, upswitching into the colour ‘Top Of The Pops’. As any Pub Pop Quiz-Night regular will tell you, their first quartet of iconic hits were lead vocalised by Tony Jackson, who then attempted to grab the Beat Group’s momentum by quitting – or, as it has been suggested, was eased out by sinister ego-machinations within the line-up? Despite being the closest the Searchers ever got to a charismatic Rocking front-man, Tony’s subsequent pursuit of solo fame scarcely scratched the Top 30. Maybe the break was necessary to wrench the Searchers away from the raw Mersey edge of, say, ‘B’-side “Saturday Night Out”, towards the smoother more durably enduring sound already there on its chiming menthol-clean flip, “Needles And Pins”. Written by struggling song-smith Sonny Bono with Jack Nitzsche, it later became a 1977 re-hit for Smokie, and an even later album-cut for the Ramones and Tom Petty. All versions hang pretty close to the Searchers’ template. But with no Jagger, Paul Jones or Eric Burdon for a bratty rebellious visual fix, fronted by Mike Pender, with his hair slicked back into a quiff, his plain-blue tie tightly knotted, seeming as smartly turned-out as an insurance salesman, with drummer Chris Curtis and youthfully baby-faced John McNally (rhythm guitar) – with replacement guitarist Frank Allen, the Searchers relied instead on a sure sense of song selection allied to their immaculately-groomed style. Blithely racking up a series of classics with achingly close harmonies and the distinctively rippling jingle-jangle guitar picked up by Roger McGuinn as inspiration for the Byrds. The old Orlons song “Don’t Throw Your Love Away” effortlessly provides the third Searchers no.1. A cover, sure, but compare and contrast with the endearingly ragged original. The Searchers slickly polite hallmark-harmonies are tighter and smoother, the urgent rhythmic propulsion also more focused. Pretty much as with their defining take on Jackie De Shannon’s “When You Walk In the Room” which Pender describes tonight as his own favourite from the set. Relating the agonies of inexpressible desire, ‘something pounding in my brain’ as thunder booms and guitars play lovely tunes…

‘IT’S THE SEARCHERS’
(May 1964, Pye NPL18092)

The style’s still there, dapper tuxedos to a man – even though Pender’s bow-tie remains intact for no longer than the first two numbers. But perhaps it’s the very group facelessness he’s up against here in Wakefield’s up-market plushness of French cuisine, wall-mounted videos in series showing ‘Tom & Jerry’, and Bouncers built like towerblocks. The voices still interlock as sinuously smooth, as weightlessly fragile, over the same rippling Rickenbacker twelve-string guitar-runs – despite the personnel shifts. The sound is as clear as an identikit FM radio slot. But now he’s (mis)announcing their biggest U.S. hit, the Coasters’ comic opus “Love Potion Number Nine”, a mere EP track here that goes Top Three there in December 1964. ‘Love POSITION number nine’ he sniggers in scouse – nudge nudge. It’s probably a snotty Kama-Sutra joke-routine he’s used since they first charted the cunningly humorous tale about its luckless protagonist’s encounter with ‘the Gipsy with the gold tattoo’ which takes him all the way to ‘kissing a cop on 34th & Vine’. In fine irony Tony Jackson’s Vibrations did a kind of UK cover, which predictably bombed. With some vindication Jackson points out in print ‘but I sing on the Searchers record, so it’s not REALLY a cover version!’ – by which time the remaining Searchers had toured America as part of a ‘package’ including Big Dee Irwin, from whom they lift their next hit, “Goodbye My Love”. He was humming it backstage, they liked what they heard, they asked him what it was, history was made. I first heard it in the listening booth at Gough & Davy, on Savile Street in Hull. The eternally extending vowels stretched and elongated to encompass the curtailing of what sounds to be an illicit affair, because he ‘can’t go on sharing you, sharing you’. The Searchers were already just a little passé, but it was too good to miss. I bought it.

As hair grew longer and riffs got wilder elsewhere in Pop, as other first-generation Beat Boom names were falling by the wayside, the Searchers were graduating into mild string-laden protest with a tenderly touching “What Have They Done To The Rain”. The song about the ‘little boy standing in the rain’ is actually from the articulate pen of Folkie Malvina Reynolds, with the ‘smoke in its eye’ a reference to the effects of nuclear testing, in much the same way that Captain Beefheart’s “Safe As Milk” comments on fall-out radiation entering the food-chain. Maybe the Searchers treatment is so subtle, and the yearning strings so lush, that audiences attuned to the full-on assault of, say, “Eve Of Destruction”, missed the full relevance of the haunting image where the ‘boy disappears’? It remains a powerful track, followed by another rougher-edged stab at Folk-Rock with “Take Me For What I’m Worth”. Since writing “Eve Of Destruction” PF Sloane was very much the guy to cover, with everyone from the Turtles to Herman’s Hermits rushing to do his songs. Although it’s difficult to envisage the Searchers in the role of the free-loving ‘don’t think twice, it’s alright’ bohemian vagabond the song portrays, their treatment stands up well. The two singles chart lower, at no.13 and no.20, but respectably so. Until eventually the Searchers slide out of the Top Forty with a row of goodish 1966 forty-fives – the Glimmer Twins’ “Take It Or Leave It”, a cover of the Five Americans “Western Union”, and one called “Popcorn Double Feature” which muses wistfully about how ‘music’s coming out of the woodwork, sounds so strange, nobody sleeps’. There’s a kind of amused bewilderment to its tone as if they’re surveying the increasing weirdness around them, the scene they’d once dominated…

‘SOUNDS LIKE SEARCHERS’
(March 1965, Pye NPL18111)

For the Searchers, there was to be no acid phase. No beads or feedback. It was all over by then. Few original songs either, sure, they wrote their mid-period hit “He’s Got No Love” and some catchy ‘B’-sides, including perhaps their most ambitious composition “Till I Met You” (‘B’-side of “Goodbye My Love” in March 1965), but good new material was another problem. Ironically, in their first rush of success there were three albums in the space of ten months packed with songs by the Everly Brothers (“Since You Broke My Heart”), Buddy Holly (“Listen To Me”), Don Gibson (“Sea Of Heartbreak”) and even PJ Proby (“Ain’t Gonna Kiss Ya” written as by ‘James Marcus Smith’). But once they’d achieved some kind of stability and got control over their careers, there would be only two more albums across their remaining Pye years. A final credibility shot came with a 1ate-seventies contract to Sire concurrent with label-mates Ramones and Flamin’ Groovies. Tonight, Pender announces ‘a little Country-Rock’, and plays the Eagles “Heartache Tonight” from the same career-phase. He sings as though he means it. Then “Hearts In Her Eyes” – a 1979 single written for them by Will Birch of the Records, described on its release by John McNally as ‘like “Needles And Pins” played backwards’. Although they created critical ripples, the large-scale commercial failure of the album it came from, ‘Searchers’ (Sire SRK6082, 1979), and ‘Play For Today’ (retitled ‘Love’s Melodies’ for USA, Sire SRK3523, 1980), led to the inevitable final split, and today’s ludicrous position when John McNally now fronts his own rival Searchers. For long acrimonious months the two Searchers factions litigated for the name while both were touring the same clubs under the same name! As both line-ups are led by one of the two surviving founder group-members, neither can be considered to have a greater validity (although McNally retains second-generation Searchers Frank Allen and drummer Barry Adamson). Both coexist, neither seems to have won. Ask the lawyers. Or take them for what they’re worth.

Tonight, there’s bass-player Barry Cowell who looks passably enough like McNally and holds his guitar Mersey Beat chest-high. Rhythm guitarist Chris Black who, my lady of the evening informs me, resembles Timothy Dalton – the one-time screen James Bond, perhaps the tux reinforces this impression? Then there’s long-term drummer Steve Carlyle who shares harmonies. Collectively they close with a lack-lustre “Rock ‘n’ Roll Medley” built around a track originally released on a U.S.-only ‘live at the Star Club Hamburg’ LP (an album called ‘Hear Hear’ Mercury SR-60914) and subsequently salvaged onto various compilations. It was recorded at the very dawn of the group’s triple-decade career-arc – scarcely out of their residency at Liverpool’s famed ‘Iron Door’ club, soon after they’d ceased being known as Johnny Sandon & The Searchers. It’s called “Sick And Tired”. I know just how you feel.
On the way out I see guitarist Chris Black in the lounge signing a beer-mat autograph for the girl in the low-low gravity-defying neckline. Perhaps she thought she’d seen him as 007 in ‘Living Daylights’? Meanwhile, I try to act so nonchalant…

(Paragraph headings in capitals are the titles of the Searchers first four LP’s)

Sunday, 27 February 2011

'PRINCE BUSTER: FABULOUS GREATEST HITS'


‘ONE STEP BEYOND…’

Album Reviews of:
‘PRINCE BUSTER:
FABULOUS GREATEST HITS’ (Sequel)
‘PRINCE BUSTER ON TOUR’
and ‘BIG FIVE’ (Westmoor Music CD’s)
by PRINCE BUSTER

‘AL C’PONE’S GUNS DON’T ARGUE!’ A startle of sten-gun fire. A screech of tortured tyres. And then the rhythm. That perfect ooze of sensually loping Bluebeat rhythm…

The sixties Mod Scene may have been many things – elitist, narcissistic, pill-scrambled and ego-centred, but alongside its early championing of Stax/Motown imports, it was perceptive enough to recognise the nascent energies of black creativities closer to home. That raw stew of R&B jive that mutated into Ska, Rock-Steady, and – eventually, into Reggae. But meantime, no self-respecting Lambretta pillion was complete without the visual flash of Ska-Face Prince Buster’s ‘Fabulous Greatest Hits’. A decade-and-something later it was rediscovered in the bleak environs of recession-hit Coventry, and shocked back into the charts through a new Mod generation of manically inspired Two-Tone covers. Madness started out as “Madness” – the title of a Prince Buster single on Bluebeat BB170, and a featured track on ‘On Tour’ (originally issued as Bluebeat BBLP808). Just as their “One Step Beyond” was the original ‘B-side of the sublime “Al Capone” (BB324) – opening cut on ‘Fabulous Greatest Hits’, and the first-ever Top 20 hit for Emil Shallit’s Shepherd’s Bush based Bluebeat label…

Cecil Bustamante ‘Prince Buster’ Campbell – never a particularly accomplished musician himself, had worked his way up through Coxone Dodd’s sound-system as DJ into early notoriety as songwriter, toaster and singer in his own right. He used the cream of Kingston players, honking and blaringly dissonant brass with production effects often anticipating Dub, which oddly found even greater acceptance in Britain – where he recorded with members of the Georgie Fame Band, and even in the USA, than he did at home in Jamaica. While all his best Rude Boy moments, all you REALLY need to know about Prince Buster, can be found on the ‘Fabulous Greatest Hits’ – “Judge Dread”, “Free Love”, “Too Hot”, the outrageously cod-macho “Ten Commandments of Man”, the bizarrely unstructured “Ghost Dance” (‘…give him my regards, / tell him Prince Buster says ‘hello’…’) and the mega-bragging “Earthquake”. On the strength of such a pulsating roll of offbeat power he played a seventeen-date British tour through April into May 1967 including such unlikely venues as the Reading College of Technology and the Ritz Ballroom Swansea, as well as the Brixton ‘Ram Jam’ Club and a ‘Ready Steady Go’ slot. His ‘Prince Buster On Tour’ album was supposedly taped from these gigs but is actually a London studio romp with added sounds provided by a tiny invited audience dubbed across “Al Capone” (again), “007”, “Sound and Pressure” and a most outstanding outing of “Cincinnati Kids”. ‘Great for your Mod parties’ opined the ‘Record Mirror’ review at the time of its first release.

Unfortunately, by the time he got around to recording ‘Big Five’ (originally Skank Records SKA BB3, from 1970) the buzz had gone elsewhere. The teasing sexism of “Ten Commandments” had become grotesquely risqué, a nudge-nudge-wink-wink zone better exploited by cheeky newcomer Max Romeo. Even Buster himself later admitted dissatisfaction with material like “Sister Big Stuff”, “Wash the Pum Pum”, and “The Virgin” – mutilating Ewan MacColl/Roberta Flack’s “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” with lyrics that go ‘you should have told me it was your first time, my love, / I would play around the edge, / tickle the little thing and make you sing…’. Or the title song ‘today I smoked an ounce of weed, / tonight I’m going to plant a seed / in her womb, alright’. Bluebeat seldom came bluer.

Buster’s been off and on various catalogues ever since their vinyl debut – including Melodisc, Skank and Spartan, but eventually the Prince also made CD status in time to spark a third Ska-wave. With the sounds digitally-preserved as crudely earth-quaking as ever, plus the bonus of loving reproductions of the original cut-and-paste album sleeves. Sure, you can listen to the latest Ragga and Two-Tone compilations, but do yourself a favour, skip back to ‘Fabulous Greatest Hits’ too, and re-groove into ‘my name is KERPOWN! C-A-P-O-N-E! DON’T CALL ME SKA-FACE…!!!’

Saturday, 26 February 2011

'Street-Artist In The Sun' (Tuscany, May 2008)





STREET-ARTIST IN THE SUN
(Tuscany, May 2008)

as you pass me by,
feed me euros,
buy my art…

he sits
he sits by his easel
he sits by his easel in ridged dreads & facial piercings
he sits by his easel in the Piazza Della Signoria
he sits in Florence’s city of 1,000-year’s art,
he sits and applies raw sienna smears
over rufous blooms & pale saffrons
sticky with ripe & rotten colours
in tides of bottomless green wash,
he sprays in crushed ochre stipples,
crimson lakes seep into his canvas
below burnt umber skies,
as tourists pass him by
towards the Uffizi &
Cappella Medicee…

buy my paintings
feed me your euros,
the dead don’t need them,
but tonight,
I must eat…



Published in:
‘SPLIZZ no.70’ (UK – September 2010)
‘GLOBAL TAPESTRY JOURNAL no.32’ (UK – October 2010)

ISAAC ASIMOV: The Foundation Trilogy





ISAAC ASIMOV:
‘FOUNDATIONS, AND EMPIRES’

‘Foundation’ is vast. It wasn’t always intended to be. But that’s the way it grew. A galaxy of a quintillion human beings. A twelve-thousand-year Galactic Empire stretching ‘from arm-end to arm-end of the mighty double-spiral that was the Milky Way’. There had been galactic empires before Isaac Asimov. Just as there were robots before Asimov. What he did was codify and rationalise their behaviour in such a way that it formed a paradigm shift. Neither robots, nor galactic empires could ever be the same after Asimov’s intervention. If Hari Seldon entered the field of psychohistory with it ‘little more than a set of vague axioms’, he left it ‘a profound statistical science’, then Asimov performed an identical function for his chosen genre. Donald Wolheim points out that SF ‘stories published before ‘Foundation’ belong to the old line, the stories published after belong to ‘modern’ science fiction’ (in his ‘The Universe Makers’, 1971). If, when we read ‘Encyclopedia Galactica’ we think of the Talking Book from ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy’, or if when we read Asimov’s Galactic Emperor we see the malign emperor from the ‘Star Wars’ movies, that’s not to detract from Asimov, it is because of Asimov. He did it first. There had been Space Opera on a grand scale with EE Smith. Afterwards there was Poul Anderson’s Terran Empire of his ‘Dominic Flandry’ novels. And other future histories have been written by better, more imaginative and more accomplished writers all the way up to Stephen Baxter, but it’s Asimov’s ‘Foundation’ that defines the term.

‘Foundation’, the first volume of the core trilogy, opens with ‘country boy’ Gaal Dornick, travelling inwards across the galaxy from the remote Synnax system at the edges of the Blue Drift. So the reader is gradually introduced to world-metropolis Trantor through his naïve impressionable eyes. He’s conducted in awe and wonder through the imperial galactic hub, a megalopolis of forty-billion people, the administrative seat of government for 25-million inhabited planets. Hari Seldon is first glimpsed as a scientist from Helicon, working here during the reign of Emperor Daluben IV. And Gaal is instantly plunged into a legal trial of strength between Seldon and the authorities. This chapter constitutes Seldon’s only physical presence in the original trilogy, although his back-story would be picked up and expanded by subsequent volumes (Asimov’s own ‘Prelude To Foundation’ and ‘Forward The Foundation’, plus novel contributions by Gregory Benford, Greg Bear and David Brin). As Gaal arrives on Trantor, the Empire still maintains a Pax Imperium, ruling over a pacified galaxy. But it was Seldon, using the mass-observation science of psychohistory – ‘the quintessence of sociology’, who ‘plotted the social and economic trends of the time, sighted along the curves’, and projects the future decline of Trantor, ‘the continuing and accelerating fall of civilisation’, and the collapse of Empire into a 30,000-year Dark Age of degraded barbarism and interstellar chaos. The Commission of Public Safety feels that the probabilistic expression of such subversive concepts, even under the guise of impartial statistics, is treasonably serving to precipitate rather than predict such an event. As such, Seldon is to be silenced. Much of the ensuing story consists of dramatised exposition, question-&-answer dialogue with little embellishment. Until, as the first tale ends, Seldon accepts the exile he’s already calculated for. Purportedly compiling the ultimate Encyclopedia of everything, with his ongoing Foundation project located on barren Terminus among the worlds of the periphery. While establishing a secretive Second Foundation somewhere ‘at Star’s End’ at the other side of the galaxy. On Terminus the seeds of a galactic renaissance are to sewn, so that a Second Empire will emerge, not in 30,000 years, but within a single millennium.

Terminus is a ‘planet practically without metals’. Otherwise, the worlds Asimov creates – at least within the first volume, are uniformly what ‘Star Trek’ would term ‘M’-class planets. Perhaps the galaxy is densely populated with such worlds? Astronomy has yet to conclusively ascertain. Certainly he envisages no crushing high-gravity or low-gravity, excessively hot or cold worlds, or anything to distinguish one from the other. In fact, the scenarios he depicts could be happening in strange undiscovered countries on Earth. This can partly be explained because they are terraformed to be that way. None are ‘natural’ worlds. And if the Encyclopedia gives every impression of being a printed book rather than some form of electronic data-retrieval system (although later there’s evidence that readers use ‘book-viewers’), and Gaal’s trip to this galactopolis is merely a hayseed flying into a scaled-up clunky-retro New York – through departures, where the taxis fly and the hotel elevators use gravitic-repulsion, where he visits the Planetary Observation Tower instead of the Empire State Building, that’s because the tale originates in the far-off 1940’s when such sheer scale was itself a novelty.

To many immigrants, especially Jewish immigrants from Europe, NY was the embodiment of that future, as bewilderingly awe-inspiring in every way as Trantor is to Gaal Dornick. Isaac Asimov was born in what is now called the former-Soviet Republic of Belarus in 1920, and came to America as a three-year-old. As an early member of the ‘Futurians’ fan-group, fellow-writer Frederik Pohl recalls that when the young Asimov ‘wasn’t tending counter at his parents’ Brooklyn candy store, he was reading ‘Encyclopedia Britannica’ through, volume by volume’ (in ‘The Way The Future Was’, 1979). This, to Pohl, was ‘where we grew up, and where we formed our conceptions of the universe’. In that way, despite their star-spanning domain with ‘the galaxy high in the sky, its misty lens-shape stretching lazily from horizon to horizon’, Asimov’s protagonists are essentially mid-twentieth-century men, sometimes even regressing to represent earlier eras of pomp and comic-opera swagger – and they are all male, exclusively men. Science Fiction of the 1940’s was still a masculine genre (‘When I began writing science fiction myself, I still had no dates with girls and I made very little effort to deal with women in my stories’ he admits, in ‘Before The Golden Age’). The characters read printed newspapers with a comics-page, published by Press Barons who puff fat cigars, even though they’re packed with Vegan tobacco. Others snort snuff. Computers are ‘calculating machines’. There are public visiphones, but they’re operated through a girl at the telephone exchange. Later, Arkady keeps a baseball bat under her bed! More disturbingly, as galactic civilisation stagnates, the ancient knowledge of nuclear energy – incredibly, still seems to be the motive power of choice, and the deal-breaker that puts the Foundation ahead of its more devolved Outer Dominion regional neighbours. Starships are driven by ‘the surge of nucleons shifting into a more compact arrangement’.

‘Foundation’ is vast. It wasn’t always intended to be. But that’s the way it grew. Isaac Asimov was just twenty-one years old in 1941. On 9 April of that year he submitted one of his most acclaimed and enduring short stories, “Nightfall”, to ‘Astounding SF’ editor John W Campbell. He followed it with “Foundation” on 8th September. Then “Runaround” – the first story in which his ‘Three Laws Of Robotics’ are explicitly formulated. It was submitted 20 October 1941. This is the clutch of seismic tales that elevated the young Asimov from the lowly status of a prolific but struggling SF also-ran within the whirling SF constellation, into a super-nova. He’d supposedly conjured the ‘Foundation’ idea on the subway across New York to the ‘Astounding’ office, where he talked it through with his editor. Campbell readily seized on the idea, recognised something of its potential, and urged him to run with it. Not just as a one-off, but as a themed story-series. As the mythos developed, Pohl, by then acting as his agent, watched Asimov ‘growing visibly with every story. He carefully numbered them in series, I can still see the shape of his manuscripts, the title double-spaced, the first page almost entirely blank, but with the serial number of the story up in the corner to keep his records systematic’. Yet, as Joseph F Patrouch Jr writes in his ‘The Science Fiction Of Isaac Asimov’ (Doubleday, 1974, UK Granada, 1976), ‘each story, and each cheque, was an end in itself’. As Asimov confided to him, ‘I wrote each story with no thought at all for the morrow.’

At the time Asimov was writing, and as the first chapters began to appear as short stories in the May and June 1942 issues of ‘Astounding SF’, it was a period of world-systems. Socialism and Fascism, each had their own formulas for political salvation, with psychiatry systematising and mapping the secrets of the mind. As such, psychohistory – ‘which Campbell and I thrashed out between us’, was a product of its time. Soon, L Ron Hubbard would devise his own pseudo-religion of dianetics and scientology. At least Asimov had the grace and good sense to leave psychohistory to the safe realm of fiction! And when he did so, Gaal Dornick’s arrival on Trantor was far from being the first instalment to emerge. When it came to collecting the magazine tales into book-form, for the first volume of ‘Foundation’, Martin Greenberg of Gnome Press considered the original opener – which became chapter two, “The Encyclopedists”, too abrupt a plunge into the collapsing Galactic Empire. Hard-core ‘Astounding’-readers had experienced little problem with it, but the more general paperback market might need a little more easing in. Asimov saw Greenberg’s intervention as an opportunity to polish and add some cohesion to the tales. So he concocted “The Psychohistorians”, using Dornick to travelogue Trantor. His chapter became Part 1 of the book, although the last to be written and the only one never to feature in magazine-format.

After Dornick’s time, within the fledgling Foundation’s initial fifty years, Terminus gets caught up in the local wars of surrounding systems, beyond the Emperor’s failing powers of protection. The planetary kingdom of Smyrno and the Royal Governor of Anacreon are the first to secede from the Empire, becoming new rising regional powers. The Foundation has to choose its role, as a detached scientific community vulnerable to their predatory ambitions, or to militarise and assert itself as a power in its own right. Terminus adopts neither option. Prince Regent Wienis forces a confrontation over the discovery of a derelict two-mile-long battle-cruiser of the Old Imperial navy, found drifting in space and renovated by the Foundation using a technology the devolved periphery worlds now regard with mystical awe. Mindful of Seldon’s maxim that ‘violence is the last refuge of the incompetent’, the Foundation learns to play off their rivals against each other. With Seldon’s Plan revealing a 98.4% probability of success, they use cunning against ruthless feudal might, and science against the forces of ignorant superstition, manipulating events and would-be tyrants with patronage, and then the abrupt withdrawal of patronage. Stealth and guile.

Unlike the arc of the ‘Star Wars’ or ‘Star Trek’ histories, Asimov’s Galactic Empire is not a federation that includes alien species. It is an exclusively human empire. This can be credited at least partly to John W Campbell’s inclination towards a human-only galaxy. And if Asimov wanted to sell the tales to ‘Astounding’, he had to stay within his favour There are creatures, the giant Nyakbird that Leopold I hunts through the skies of Anacreon. But it’s not clear if these are native species, or terran life-forms that have migrated and adapted through mutation to niches in the new or terraformed worlds opened up through star-travel. Asimov’s vision of human destiny is of the race spreading out across the galaxy until academics debate which is and which is not the forgotten home-world. An idea picked up by EC Tubb for his epic multi-volume saga of ‘Earl Dumarest’. And pursued by Asimov himself in his later additions to the ‘Foundation’ cycle.

Yet Galactic Empires, whether ‘Star Trek’s Federation, or Poul Anderson’s Terran Empire, would seem a logistical impossibility. Brian Aldiss, in the introduction to his 1976 anthology ‘Galactic Empires Vol.1’ declares that ‘galactic empires represent the ultimate absurdity in science fiction’. Asimov readily admits his model for the ‘Foundation’ stories was Edward Gibbon’s epic ‘Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire’ – merely shoved out into space, so he was well aware of the administrative problems of mere terrestrial imperialism. Yet Asimov, the Gibbon of the rise and fall of future history, is on the side of order. And for all its flaws, ‘sometimes tyrannical, sometimes benevolent, always orderly’, the Empire’s administrative cohesion provides galaxy-wide stability. It may be a place of ‘the effete and perfumed dandies of the Imperial Court and their sparkling and libidinous ladies’, but its erosion into a warring chaos of ‘rough and raucous warlords who ruled in iron the worlds they had gained in blood’, is a bad thing. His ‘Foundation-ruled galaxy is designed to work in orderly fashion according to the programming of Hari Seldon’s psychohistory’. And it’s the hyper-space jump that makes stellar distances tractable, and commerce on the galactic scale he envisages, just about feasible. Realistically, there are two schools of thought on this. That there are certain physical limitations which are absolute and will never be surmounted. Such as the speed of light. The distance between stars. Forever beyond reach, except maybe by centuries-travelling hibernation-cabinets or generation-ships. Too slow for Empire. The other aspect is that humans are naturally inventive problem-solving creatures. That, presented with a challenge, and given the longevity of a rational science-based technological culture, sooner or later something analogous to – but in all likelihood totally unlike Asimov’s hyperspace jumps will be devised, operating according to concepts and principles we cannot yet comprehend, enabling viable star-travel. And, after all, pre-technology European empires – Spain, Portugal, Britain, administered their colonial dominions around the globe networked through sea-voyages involving months of stressful travel.

Asimov’s prose-style can be pedestrian, with none of Brian Aldiss’ incandescent visual flashes of illumination, none of Robert Silverberg’s yearning poetry or Samuel R Delany’s fluid mythopoetics. He even claimed never to reread his own drafts. Maybe that was just bravura? Yet it performs its function. Like the poverty of special effects employed by early low-budget SF-movies or TV-series which nevertheless inspired awed respect, it’s necessary to look beyond the occasionally ramshackle structure to glimpse the immense head-spinning vista of worlds, alien suns and glittering futuristic cities caught up in his swirl of vast galactic events. Certainly for me, reading these books for the first time, as a teenager, they seemed explosively visionary. Despite his limitations, his prose can be the literary equivalent of CGI, conjuring up the thronging galaxy in its majestic decline. And in its way, within its context, Asimov was also altering and innovating the genre. His protagonists are not the familiar Space Opera action-heroes who had populated earlier SF. There is action, but much of it is expressed through dialogue, with vast cosmic events occurring off-stage, between the lines, or tucked in as a neat flicker of resolution to the episode. He’s more concerned with mapping the motivational politics of events than solving them through dashing exploits involving blaster-gun battles and futuristic weaponry.

There are two definitions of the word ‘foundation’. The first is as an academic establishment, in this case the one convened by Hari Seldon to interpret and understand the social forces driving galactic history. To reduce them down to equations, to extrapolate and use those equations. There’s nothing mystical about psychohistory. It’s no fortune-telling scam, it’s a science that operates on mass-observation and percentage probabilities. Psychohistory cannot handle too many independent variables. It does not work through individuals ‘any more than you can apply the kinetic theory of gases to single molecules. It works with mobs, populations of whole planets, and only ‘blind’ mobs who do not posses foreknowledge of the results of their own actions’. Neither does it create the future, it merely uses scientific methodology to interpret its trend projections. Each successive crisis in Foundation history is mapped. Because the future has been calculated by Hari Seldon, operating on the true ‘symbology of psychohistory’. ‘Seldon predicted a series of crises through the thousand years of growth, each of which would force a new turning of our history into a pre-calculated path.’ But it’s not infallible and will be open to micro-tuning adjustments to bring it into line with new event-data as it occurs. Paths that are fine-tuned by Hari Seldon’s own periodic appearances, from his wheelchair, fingering his book, giving his guidance and probabilities, via timed video-recordings screened in the Time Vault. He provides a narrative continuity link to the events. And his thousand-year Plan clarifies. The second meaning of ‘foundation’ is as the grounding base-level of a structure that will be erected upon it, and in this sense the operational Foundation functions by seeking not to change, but to edit events. The Foundation is to be ‘the means by which the science and culture of the dying Empire was to be preserved through the centuries of barbarism that have begun, to be rekindled in the end into a Second Empire’.

All the while, the episodic short-story mosaic-structure provides an impression of a multi-faceted galaxy thronging with incident. That is the nature of so vast a project. Figures slip in and out of the narrative. The resourceful Salvor Hardin, who seizes power as the first mayor of Terminus. Limmar Ponyets, the devious trader who outwits the Grand Master of the Askone. Until, with the four kingdoms as Foundation protectorates, Terminus confronts the Republic of Korell in the Whassallian Rift. And Merchant Prince Hober Mallow thwarts an attempted war by shifting policy from the spread of atomics under the guise of religious belief in the Galactic Spirit, to expanding Foundation influence through trade. Even though Korell, and Siwenna, torn by ‘rebellion and ruin, ruin and rebellion’, lie on the outer rim of imperial space, and benefit from the support of the declining Old Empire.

From the opening paragraphs of the second volume, ‘Foundation And Empire’, Asimov seems to be expanding his vision. As though his ideas were firming and his confidence in projecting them to a sympathetically receptive audience was more assured. He draws on an epic wide-screen scale that its predecessor only hints at or suggests. Although it centres on a group of clearly-defined characters, their actions encompass galaxy-spanning strategies. Young energetic Bel Riose, a troublesome general of the Imperial Fleet, visits Siwenna hunting rumours of the rise of the mysterious Foundation. Resulting in the shrunken empire launching an offensive in a bid to close off the ‘manifest destiny’ of the ‘cult of magicians at the extreme end of the galaxy’. The character of Riose is supposedly based on the career of Eastern Roman General Flavius Belisarius, as told by Gibbon. In classical times, his legions were instrumental in reconquering territories lost to barbarian incursions. Now, unlike the uniform worlds Asimov described in ‘Foundation’, Riose establishes his operational base on the rocky barrenness of a wandering sunless planet. While representatives of the twenty-seven Trading Worlds meet on the twilight zone of Radole, a gravitationally-locked ‘ribbon’ world.

Riose works with Duem Barr, a family connection extending back to Hober Mallow’s original meeting with Onum Barr on Siwenna. Barr is dubious, he considers Riose to be working counter to the irreversible tide of psychohistory, which is ‘as absolute as the laws of physics’. But together, they employ the still-powerful Imperial Fleet to encircle the Foundation, in a ‘sphere of Inclosure’. The other activist is Trader Lathan Devers, in whose ship he and Barr escape the Imperial Fleet and visit Trantor on a futile mission. Eventually, it is internal divisions and court intrigue that ends the military incursion at its point of victory. The ailing emperor Cleon II (in a seeming reference to the doomed Romanov’s), and his advisor Brodrig, working through the Council of Lords, regard Riose’s adventure as an anachronism which – if successful, will result in popularity that could be used as a weapon against the Emperor. So Riose is recalled and executed, a victim of his own success. But in a sprawling galaxy of ‘kingdoms, republics, planet-states and dictatorships of one sort or another’, there are other crises awaiting the Foundation. One that the Seldon Plan is unable to predict.

Three-hundred years into Foundation history, Terminus is complacent in its belief in the inevitable triumph of the Seldon Plan, and has a hereditary mayor – Mayor Indbur, now more concerned with bureaucratic process than innovation. When rumours begin reaching them of the ‘Mule’. A new antagonist emerging as one of ‘the warlords who have inherited the splinters of the old empire’. For Seldon’s Plan, the individual does not count. The ‘Mule’ is no ordinary individual, but a genetic mutation from ‘the tramp worlds’ in the ‘backwash alleys of space’. ‘Not a man to look at’, the scrawny gangling figure who assumes the title of ‘First Citizen’ is a melancholy tragic character, seeking revenge on a humanity from which he’s genetically excluded, and a galaxy in which he has no place. Was the Mule always part of Asimov’s scheme? By his own admission the evidence suggests he was not. Asimov started out by working story by story, with a cohesive framework provided by Seldon’s Plan. But if the future is so comprehensively mapped and each crisis is both anticipated and resolved by psychohistory, it removes the uncertainty necessary for fiction to function. At the point at which the Foundation’s triumphs become predictable, an upsetter – provided by the Mule, becomes a narrative requirement. But if he’s a plot device, this ‘queer, ugly weakling’ who leads a ‘strange nonhuman life’, is also one of Asimov’s most powerfully imagined creations.

Two separate missions to investigate the Mule converge on his conquered pleasure-planet, Kalgan. Honeymooning dissidents Bayta and Toran from the subterranean cave-city Haven, a remote outlying Foundation world which is the ‘only planet of an only sun of a Galactic sector that trailed raggedly off into intergalactic vacuum’. And Captain Han Pritcher of Foundation intelligence, who inconveniently believes his loyalty lies more to truth than it does to his short-sighted superiors. Meanwhile, Rebel Trader-worlds form an alliance with the Foundation to stop the Mule, as they prepare for Seldon’s fifth appearance in the Time Vault. ‘Can a genetic accident of unpredictable properties be taken into account in the Seldon plan? – no, it cannot. Seldon fails to mention the Mule, even as his ‘ugly battle-black ships’ paralyse all nuclear power on Terminus, and the Foundation is forced to surrender. ‘In three-centuries the Foundation had grown from the private project of a small group of scientists to a tentacular trade empire sprawling deep into the Galaxy – and half-a-year had flung it from its height to the status of another conquered province.’ Haven, alone, remained under siege.

Han Pritcher first conceals a tiny atomic bomb beneath his tongue in a failed assassination-attempt, until the Mule’s mental powers induce him to switch sides, and ally with the new empire. For the Mule ‘has the ability to realign the emotional make-up of an enemy’. While, as Haven falls in reaction to a projected ‘field of emotional repulsion’, Toran and Bayta, with Magnifico Giganticus – supposedly the Mule’s fleeing Clown, plus Ebling Mis – a scientist-psychologist given to some ‘unprintable’ expletives including ‘Ga-LAX-y’, seek guidance to reach what, if anything, remains of the old Empire, for clues to the location of the Second Foundation. They find a diminished Neo-Trantor ruling twenty worlds through Emperor Dagobert IX, lost in a dementia fantasy, and Trantor itself derelict, sacked and cannibalised. It was a ‘gorgeous and impossible memory of the great past’ that ‘alternately dreamed of past and future’. Mis drives himself near to death tracking references in Trantor’s vast library archives. Until Bayta executes him with a blaster… because Magnifico the Clown, has been controlling events to his own ends all along. As if the reader hasn’t already suspected as much, he is the Mule. Asimov’s fictional females tend to be insubstantial trifles, only Bayta emerges as a truly defined character (at least until the time of her granddaughter!), and she ‘strides among them like an equal’. The fact that her comparative equality needs stating in this way is comment enough. Yet her unforced protective friendship with the Mule proves to be his vulnerability. Her Beauty, to his Beast. And she kills Mis before the Mule’s mental powers force him to reveal what he’s discovered of the Second Foundation. Ensuring its continued secrecy.

The third volume, ‘Second Foundation’, consists of two distinct phases – ‘Search By The Mule’, and ‘Search By The Foundation’, which again began as two connected novellas in ‘Astounding SF’, although by now Asimov’s future-mythology had assumed not only its own momentum but a degree of reader expectation sufficient to justify such prominence. The reclusive Mule has become ruler of a ‘Union of Worlds’, and for a five-year period of peaceful consolidation, he controls ‘the greatest empire since the end of the Galactic Empire itself’. His expansion halted only by his wary awareness of the Second Foundation. With ‘Interludes’ that reveal the inner workings of the Second Foundation itself, told from the point of view of a detached narrator, the Mule initiates a new venture to locate his secretive adversary. The mission consists of the loyal Han Pritcher, returning from a series of earlier failed attempts, newly allied to the charming ambitious Bail Channis, a curly-haired chancer free of the Mule’s control. It’s a tetchy relationship. Calculating from a Trantorian perspective Channis identifies a twenty-seven-planet oligarchy in the mouth of Pelot’s Nebula with a name – Tazenda, which resembles ‘star’s end’. Pritcher’s resentful knowledge of his own mental alteration leads him to suspect that his ‘conversion’ may have dulled the intuitive responses that might have enabled him to reach such a decision. Acting on little more than this hunch, their arrival on the bleak subject-world of Rossem is viewed through the perspective of local peasants. There, in a ‘battle of bluffs’, Pritcher and Channis accuse each other of being unwitting ‘tampered’ agents of the enemy. Until the arrival of the Mule himself adds a kind of crime-detection dénouement in which clues are deflected and explained. He ruthlessly destroys Tazenda, under the belief that by doing so he is destroying the Second Foundation. But it is the Second Foundation who have planted the deceit of Tazenda by deliberately programming Channis with the misleading information, as a lure to draw the Mule away from his Kalgan power-centre, enabling the First Speaker to enter, and adjust his mind. Following this encounter with the First Speaker, the muted Mule subsequently becomes ‘an enlightened despot’.

Asimov is only infrequently a technologically innovative writer. His vision of Trantor is, in all but scale – and spaceships, a clunky-retro 1940’s New York. Rather than presenting glittering constellations of audacious ideas he tends to seize upon a single central theme and pursue it relentlessly. His major concession to future-speculation through the ‘Foundation’ universe lies in the realm of mental powers. With little basis in real science, it is nevertheless something that other SF writers of the period had already conjectured as being the next evolutionary phase. It was the Mule’s mental powers that made him ‘the seeing man in the kingdom of the blind’. But his mutational abilities are explained as being the result of human potentials that have elsewhere atrophied. The Second Foundation is attempting to restore the same powers, through the application of rigorous discipline. They are no longer content to allow the Seldon Plan alone to determine outcomes. Their ‘Prime Radiant’ holds an evolving and adjusted plan to bring into being what they consider to be a better-designed tomorrow, a Second Empire based on mental strengths. What Asimov somewhat ominously terms ‘a benevolent dictatorship of the mentally best’, with the Second Foundation itself forming ‘a ready-made ruling class… virtually a higher subdivision of man’. The idea may seem chillingly elitist to modern sensibilities, but much SF of the time seemed in favour of such an enlightened rule of science.

The Mule’s intervention, which had ‘threatened to shiver the (Seldon) Plan into fragments’, instead had ‘bent the Plan seriously, but not fatally’. As psychohistorians work with masses, so does Asimov. Individuals are not important. So, as regards the issue of historical inevitability, Asimov seems to favour a kind of collective predestination. That world-figures who appear to jolt history in dramatic new directions – the Caesars or Napoleons, work within the train of events, and within the limits made possible by their time. Even the greatest men are not as powerful as an idea, with the rest of humanity tumbling randomly in its slipstream. The only individual to exercise significant free will over galactic events is the Mule, and his disruption is temporary. The Second Foundation corrects his interference back into line with the ongoing Plan. Yet the crisis he’d precipitated had forced the Second Foundation to break cover and reveal its presence.

As the Mule had already detected, and as the First Foundation’s encephalographic evidence confirms, agents of the Second Foundation were already amending the future according to their own design. Working to ‘force a galaxy of stubborn and stupid human beings back to the path’. The story-cycle’s final scenario pits the conflicting ambitions of the two Foundations against each other as the First sets out to seek the Second, and the Second strives to prevent its discovery. It’s one of the most vivid sections of the entire cycle, with a rich mix of strongly-imagined characters, views from multiple perspectives, a mind-game of conflicting theories, and at last Asimov choreographs his first ‘Foundation’ space battle. A generation after the Mule’s passing, ‘Search By The Foundation’ commences with the stammering Homit Munn setting out to seek clues within the Kalgan archives, unwittingly carrying a fourteen-year-old stowaway in the shape of would-be novelist and ‘ferocious little romantic’ Arkady (Arcadia) Darell. She is the granddaughter of Bayta. Born on Trantor she’d lived there for the first ten years of her life, until the Mule’s demise allowed her family to return to Terminus. Asimov is not good at writing teenage girls. Stettin, Lord of Kalgan, is power-hungry, intent on establishing his own empire either through an alliance with the Foundation by ‘marrying’ Arkady, and when that fails, by conquering it. Arkady works on Stettin’s vanity, through the conduit of his mistress, Lady Callia. Until the venture turns back on her, and Arkady is forced to flee. Who can be trusted? What is the extent of Second Foundation penetration and influence? Who is their agent or a puppet under their mental control? Surely not the pink confection that is Lady Callia? And what about Preem Palver, the comical Mamma & Pappa who assist Arkady escape from Kalgan with some kind of Jedi mind-trick, to safe refuge on Trantor? And is Stettin’s Kalgan fleet, launching its attack on the Foundation, guided by the invisible hand of the Second Foundation? Munn believes, after his research in the Mule’s Palace, that there is no Second Foundation. Palleas Anthor, student of Dr Kleise, believes that a hidden Kalgan elite forms the Second Foundation. Toran Darrell and his daughter Arkady insist that Terminus is also the base of the Second Foundation.

It ends with the Foundation believing it has detected, and destroyed the sect of fifty Second Foundationeers in their midst. For them, the Second Foundation no longer exists. So it has succeeded in sealing off the visibility the Mule had forced upon it, by working through and manipulating Arkady. Finally it is revealed that Preem Palver is twelfth First Speaker. And the great University/Library complex of Trantor disguises the Second Foundation. The future of the galaxy is fixed. In fact, from the story-cycle’s opening moment, from the insertion of the ‘Encyclopedia Galactica’ quotes, it’s evident that this future has always been fulfilled. That the Second Empire was always destined to triumph as a culmination of the Seldon Plan.

‘Foundation’ is vast. It wasn’t always intended to be. But that’s the way it grew. The first three books, less a trilogy as a story-series, established the Isaac Asimov brand as one of the most distinctive within SF. Although published obscurely by Gnome Press, who lacked the financial clout to promote them, they languished until August 1961 when Doubleday rescued the rights and republished them to wider recognition. Soon regularly voted and quoted as one of the genre’s crowning concepts, it rather belatedly won a 1966 Hugo as ‘The Best All-Time Series’. He seemed content to leave it that way as his career evolved through unexpected detours, through works of straight science popularisation. Already there were others picking up and developing the ideas he’d propounded, even by satirising its familiarity through the well-observed comic send-up of Harry Harrison’s ‘Bill, The Galactic Hero’ (1965). Until, three decades later Asimov was persuaded to return to Trantor, by his publishers – Doubleday lured him with ten times his usual advance to secure ‘Foundation’s Edge’, and by his own growing intention to tie his scattered oeuvre into some kind of linked cohesion ‘in the form of historical novels of the future’. First by extending the ‘Foundation’ future, then by returning to its origins with two prequels, going back and adding to the Hari Seldon back-story, much as he had done at Martin Greenberg’s instigation with “The Psychohistorians” chapter of ‘Foundation’. By merging his Robot novels with the ‘Foundation’ series, and linking them to the Empire stories (starting with ‘Pebble In The Sky’, his first novel from 1950, Doubleday), Isaac Asimov created a block of fifteen novels, 1,500,000 words spanning 20,000 years of future history. He even suggests space for further interspersed additions – ‘as many as I like’. It could – and has been argued that the short story restraints imposed on the first three books forced a discipline on Asimov, which works to their considerable benefit, a discipline that the later, occasionally self-indulgent books do not have. In the same way, the lack of mature character-depth the reader overlooks in episodic short stories, becomes glaringly obvious when over-extended. Similarly, by returning to the themes he’d abandoned, he could no longer do so as the innovator. Over the decades between, the ideas that had once shaken up and reordered the SF multiverse with mind-expanding visions, had become common currency of video gaming consoles. Overtaken and outperformed by his imitators, ‘Foundation And Earth’ – for example, is merely a space adventure with the ‘big idea’ of Galaxia the stuff of a ‘Star Trek’ episode. By slotting the three original books into this vaster superstructure, and then imposing upon it contrived linking devices to make it work, reduces the significance of what Asimov had achieved. While conceding that the later cycle-additions expand the scale of Trantor into a fully-realised megacity, deepening its back-story and bringing to life its vast diverse population of submerged nations with conflicting ambitions, there’s an argument for the book’s irrelevance. When posterity judges Isaac Asimov it will value what he wrote in the 1940’s, and dismiss what came later as harmless light entertainment. The only books you really need on your shelf are the first three.

The ‘Foundation’ series first germinated ‘when I was a lad of twenty-one’, an idea Isaac Asimov came up with on a 1 August 1941 subway journey across New York. A fictional recreation of the decline of the Roman Empire, replayed on a galactic scale. It is an idea that operates from the assumption that the human race does not learn from its mistakes of the past. Which makes for fiction on an epic scale. Yet there’s a chance that the future will not necessarily be an endless repetition of the past. Chances are, it will not happen in the 1940’s way that Asimov fumblingly suggests. Hopefully it will not happen in the decayed barbarism of empire lapsing into a tedious succession of anachronistic feudal kingdoms and the ludicrous rituals of petty dynastic royal intrigues. Instead, the age of representative democracy and rational science-based technology offers a historic window of opportunity that, if it’s allowed to persist, has the potential to transform human destiny in ways we cannot yet imagine. For, as Asimov notes, ‘it is the chief characteristic of the religion of science that it works’. Is something resembling ‘Foundation’s star-spanning future remotely likely? Is that at all possible? Or are humans doomed to stay bound to this single Earth, forever warring over the same shifting continents until evolution or global catastrophe does away with them? The future, one way or another, will happen. The thousands of years with which Isaac Asimov so casually deals, will happen. But this is what SF does. This is one of its functions. In its unsophisticated way it poses questions of destiny.


ISAAC ASIMOV:
FOUNDATIONS, ROBOTS & EMPIRES

‘FOUNDATION’ first published in Britain by Weidenfeld & Nicolson Ltd, 1953. Paperback by Granada Publishing Ltd in Panther Books, 1960. ISBN 0-586-01080-7. ‘In a future century the Galactic Empire dies and one man creates a new force for civilized life’ – cover-blurb from uniform Avon Paperback editions. Part I: ‘The Psychohistorians’ (first published in first book-edition of ‘Foundation’ by Gnome Press, 1951). Part II: ‘The Encyclopedists’ (first published as ‘Foundation’ in ‘Astounding SF’ May 1942). Part III: ‘The Mayors’ (first published as ‘Bridle & Saddle’ in ‘Astounding SF’ June 1942). Part IV: ‘The Traders’ (first published as ‘The Wedge’ in ‘Astounding SF’ October 1944). Part V: ‘The Merchant Princes’ (first published as ‘The Big & The Little’ in ‘Astounding SF’ August 1944).

‘FOUNDATION AND EMPIRE’ first published by Gnome Press, USA, 1952. UK paperback by Granada Publishing Ltd in Panther Books, 1962. ISBN 0-586-01355-5. ‘The most terrifying menace known to man threatened the hard-won victories of a new civilization’ – cover-blurb from uniform Avon Paperback editions. Part I: ‘The General’ (first published as ‘Dead Hand’ in ‘Astounding SF’ April 1945). Part II: ‘The Mule’ (first serialised as ‘The Mule’ in ‘Astounding SF’ November & December 1945).

‘SECOND FOUNDATION’ UK paperback by Granada Publishing Ltd in Panther Books, 1964. Collins, March 1994. ISBN-13 978-0586017135. Trilogy published in uniform editions by Panther, 1966. ‘Two mighty forces of civilization oppose each other in a galactic battle for mastery of the universe’ – cover-blurb from uniform Avon Paperback editions. Part I: ‘Search By The Mule’ (first published as ‘Now You See It…’ in ‘Astounding SF’ January 1948). Part II: ‘Search By The Foundation’ (first serialised as ‘…And Now You Don’t’ in ‘Astounding SF’ November & December 1949 & January 1950).

* All quotations from the ‘Encyclopedia Galactica’ reproduced from the 116th Edition published in 1020FF by the Encyclopedia Galactica Publishing Co, Terminus, with permission of the publishers

SUBSEQUENT ‘FOUNDATION’
BOOKS BY ISAAC ASIMOV

‘FOUNDATION’S EDGE’ (Doubleday, October 1982. ISBN 0-385-17725-9) The first new addition to the ‘Foundation’ cycle, following a thirty-year gap from the original books, it began as a short story “Lightning Rod”, and became the first-ever Asimov book to make the ‘New York Times’ best-seller list (no.3 in December 1982). Humans have been a space-faring species for 22-millennia (according to the Hallblockian chronology). There’s much catch-up reiteration of the ‘great drama of Galactic history’ from earlier books – Salvor Hardin, Hober Mallow, The Mule, Arkady Darell. It’s half-a-thousand years into Foundation history (498FE), and female Terminus-mayor Harla Branno ‘The Bronze’ confronts troublesome Councillor Golan Trevize over his insistence that the continued accuracy of the Seldon Plan indicates the Second Foundation still exists. The impasse is resolved by sending him on a mission to locate it. With him there’s ancient-history Professor Janov Pelorat who seeks to settle the ‘Origin Question’, hunting clues in Trantor to find long-forgotten Earth which, they decide, could be ‘the other end of the Galaxy’ of Seldon’s enigmatic words. Their research takes them to Gaia, a world-mind causing the ‘anti-Mule’ mental interference which the Second Foundation has detected (Quindor Shandess, 25th First Speaker) , and which it – in turn, considers responsible for perfecting the Seldon Plan. Trevize learns that Galactic history will be decided between First & Second Foundations, and by the evolving Galaxia superorganism as Gaia expands. While opting for ‘I/we/Gaia’, Trevize decides the answer must lie in the reason why all references to Earth have been deleted from the Galactic Library. At 140,000-words, it’s easily the longest contribution to the ‘Foundation’ cycle to date.

‘THE ROBOTS OF DAWN’ (Doubleday, 1983. ISBN 0-385-18400-X) Starting out as the abandoned story “The Bounds Of Infinity”, this is Asimov’s first tentative attempt to bridge his two fictional ‘Robot’ & ‘Foundation’ continuums. Police Detective Elijah Baley is seeking to establish a new colony-world in spite of opposition from ‘Spacer’ world Aurora, which intends to populate the galaxy itself using robots. When Baley clears Auroran-leader Hans Fastolfe (of ‘The Caves Of Steel’) – creator of R Daneel Olivaw, of ‘roboticide’, destroying the mind of robot R Jander Panell, it opens the way for the new colony to becomes possible. Baley’s investigations hinge on the sexual-romantic human-robot relationship between Panell and Gloria Delmarre-Solaria (of ‘The Naked Sun’), but involves Fastolfe speculating about a ‘law of humanics’ which will become the basis of Psychohistory. The novel also mentions Susan Calvin, a link back to the earlier setting of ‘I, Robot’ and the forthcoming ‘The Bicentennial Man’

‘ROBOTS AND EMPIRE’ (Doubleday, 1985. ISBN 0-385-19092-1) Why are there no robots in the first ‘Foundation’ books? There are two answers. The first response is that there are! Elijah Baley’s humanoid positronic robot companion R Daneel Olivaw becomes the long-lived secret presence within ‘Foundation’ history. While, two-hundred years after the events of ‘The Robots Of Dawn’, the other answer is that the new colonies founded by Baley’s project, Solaria and Baley-world have become the basis for more ‘Settler’-worlds encroaching into ‘Spacer’ space. These colonists from Earth are opposed to the Spacers’ reliance on robots. To end Settler expansion, Spacer roboticists Kelden Amadiro and his ambitious and unscruplous apprentice, Levular Mandamus scheme to use a ‘nuclear intensifier’ to irradiate Earth. Olivaw, with fellow-robot R Giskard Reventlov (who possesses secret telepathic powers) must reconfigure the Laws Of Robotics to enable them to stop the plan, hence the Zeroth amendment (‘No robot may harm humanity or, through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm’) which permits intervention when ‘the end justifies the means’ (a dubious proposition used to justify wars in terran history, with outcomes notoriously vulnerable to unexpected ‘chaos theory’ outcomes!). Although they fail to stop the atrocity, they extend its period to 150-years, thereby resulting in the opposite of Amadiro’s intention as floods of anti-robot humans migrate from doomed Earth to populate the galaxy (as a prelude to the founding of the apparently robot-free Galactic Empire), while the contradictions of the Zeroth amendment cause Reventlov to malfunction-cascade. Before ceasing he passes on his powers to Olivaw, who assumes the responsibility of guiding humanity through the millennia to come.

‘FOUNDATION AND EARTH’ (Doubleday, 1986. ISBN 0-553-58757-9) Following on from ‘Foundation’s Edge’, Golan Trevize, Dr Janov Pelorat and miss Blissenobiarella (from Gaia) search for Earth in the gravitic pocket-cruiser ‘Far Star’ (named after Hober Mallow’s ship) which takes them to Comporellon (formerly known as Baleyworld). More sexually open than before, Trevize has sex with Mitza Lizalor, while Pelorat has sex with Bliss! Directed by scholar Vasil Deniador to the abandoned ‘Forbidden World’ Aurora – one of the fifty ‘Spacer’ worlds from Asimov’s Robot mythos, which is ‘unterraforming’, then to robotic Solaria (as featured in ‘Robots & Empire’, with a sly text-reference to ‘Caves Of Steel’), to Melpomenia which has lost its atmosphere, then to ‘New Earth’ – oceanic Alpha (Centauri) which was first resettled by refugees from devastated Earth. Finally, entering the Solar System, they discover Earth to be a radioactive wasteland, but within Earth’s moon they meet R Daneel Olivaw, who explains how he’s been manipulating human history for thousands of years towards not only Psychohistory but towards Galaxia too. Asimov even explains the retro-techno aspects of the original three books in ‘that at Trantor, the larger civilisation was deliberately held at a level of low technology in order to hide the small kernel of Second Foundationeers’. The novel ends with Olivaw, whose positronic brain is degrading, fusing it with that of rescued Solarian child Fallom – ‘hermaphroditic, transductive, different’. At 510-pages this single volume is only thirty-pages shorter than the entire original 548-page ‘Foundation’ trilogy

‘PRELUDE TO FOUNDATION’ (Grafton Books, November 1988. ISBN 0-553-27839-8) Instead of propelling his ‘Foundation’ history further forward, Asimov opted for a prequel to the first ‘Foundation’ stories. Set in 12,020GE, 32-year-old Hari Seldon arrives on Trantor to speak at the ‘Decennial Convention’. He’s summoned by Cleon I – the last Galactic Emperor of the Autun dynasty, and his Chief of Staff Eto Demerzel. When Seldon explains Psychohistory is impartial mathematics that can’t be used for propaganda purposes by the regime, he incurs Cleon’s displeasure. Later he meets Chetter Hummin. There are a number of emerging plot-leads. Hummin is actually Demerzel – who turns out to be R Daneel Olivaw (the ‘R’ stands for Robot). Seldon meets Dors Venabili – who he will marry, and who also turns out to be robotic, as well as his adopted son Raych Seldon. And the Trantorian Mycogenian sect (which uses robots) directs him towards their racial origins on Spacer-world Aurora – which Seldon confuses with legendary Earth, but is actually the innermost planet of Tau Ceti, the first extra-solar human colony. People use teleprints and holovision, technology never mentioned in the original books. And Trantor has a zoo exhibiting ‘aboriginal species’

‘FORWARD THE FOUNDATION’ (Spectra, January 1993. ISBN 978-0553565072) As with the original ‘Foundation’ story-cycle, this second prequel novel began as a series of stories – not in ‘Astounding SF’, but in ‘Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine’ with “Forward The Foundation” (in the November 1991 issue, becoming Chapter 1: ‘Eto Demerzel’), “Cleon The Emperor” (April 1992, Chapter 2: ‘Cleon I’), and “The Consort” (April 1993, becoming ‘Dors Venabilis’) plus two additional chapters edited into shape by Asimov’s widow Janet, ‘Wanda Seldon’ & ‘Epilogue’. With chapters spaced ten-years apart, following directly on from ‘Prelude To Foundation’ and leading up to the first of the original ‘Foundation’ trilogy. For ten years, Seldon is Galactic First Minister to Cleon I, replacing Eto Demerzel (aka R Daneel Olivaw) who resigns and disappears. After the Emperor is shot and killed by his gardener – replaced by a military junta, Seldon’s robotic wife Dors also dies while foiling an assassination attempt on him. His adopted son Raych dies during a Santanni rebellion. As he devises what will become the ‘Seldon Plan’ he tasks his granddaughter Wanda with creating the ‘Second Foundation’. 81-year-old Seldon dies as the Prime Radiant projects the unfolding equations of his completed ‘Thousand-Year Plan’. This book was completed just prior to Asimov’s own death on 6th April 1992

AUTHORISED ‘FOUNDATION’
BOOKS BY OTHER WRITERS

‘FOUNDATION’S FRIENDS’ (1989. Tor, August 1997. Expanded & Revised Paperback ISBN 0-8125-6770-6) anthology of short stories set in the ‘Foundation’ universe, edited by Martin Harry Greenberg, includes work by Ray Bradbury, Orson Scott Card’s “The Originists” about Hari Seldon establishing the Second Foundation, and Harry Turtledove (“Trantor Falls”) about how the Second Foundation survives the final sack of Trantor, and “Foundation’s Conscience” by George Zebrowski set in 1056FE after the creation of the Second Empire

‘FOUNDATION’S FEAR’ by Gregory Benford (Harper Prism, February 1997. ISBN 978-0061056383) first of the ‘Second Foundation Trilogy’, set between the first two chapters of ‘Forward The Foundation’. Cleon I tries to requisition Psychohistory to serve the Empire, with Seldon as ‘First Minister’. Seldon has a humaniform robot-spouse Dors Venabili. There’s a Mesh (internet), and aliens – the original Trantorians, dispossessed by terraforming robots 20,000 years earlier. After various adventures with Sims (sentient simulations) seldom eventually accepts Cleon’s position

‘FOUNDATION AND CHAOS’ by Greg Bear (Harper Prism, February 1998. ISBN 978-0061052422) second of the ‘Second Foundation Trilogy’. This novel expands and retells events involved in “The Psychohistorians”, the first chapter of the original ‘Foundation’ novel, but introduces the element of R Daneel Olivaw’s background contrivances which were not present in the original book. If Hari Seldon was the uniting presence of the original ‘Foundation’ trilogy, the subsequent additions impose Olivaw as the real continuity figure – simply because, as a robot, his extended longevity is expansive enough to encompass all of the events described (at the time of ‘Foundation And Earth’ he is 19,230 years old), and in doing so, extends the mythos to merge elements of Asimov’s Robot Tales. The first ‘humaniform’ robot, constructed by Auroran roboticist Han Fastolfe (see ‘The Robots Of Dawn’) immediately prior to the age of the Settlers, he lived at least until the formation of Galaxia, hence spanning the entire history of the First Empire. ‘Foundation And Chaos’ also details Wanda Seldon & Stettin Palver’s initial attempts towards establishing the ‘Second Foundation’. Seldon’s robotic wife Dors Venabili is also reconstructed and returns.

‘FOUNDATION’S TRIUMPH’ by David Brin (Harper Prism, 1999. ISBN 978-006105639-0) the third of the ‘Second Foundation Trilogy’, follows the recording of Hari Seldon’s holographic messages, as he retrospects his life and his completed ‘purpose’. Yet he travels with Horis Antic to a planet called Demarchia, and assists in the destruction of data-capsules that reveal historical evidence of the human past. In a sub-plot Dors Venabili discovers the truth about the imposition of the Zeroth Law, via the preserved head of robot R Giskard Reventlov. Finally the various protagonists meet up on Earth where Seldon speculates to R Daneel Olivaw about the future triumph of the First & Second Foundations, uniting with Galaxia, to form the Second Galactic Empire. The evidence of the ‘Encyclopedia Galactica’, which has been used as a framing device from the very start and throughout the evolving cycle, proves that his speculation will turn out to be true. The book also features a ‘Foundation’ chronology compiled by Attila Torkos. Yet, as the extended cycle reaches it conclusion, the future-history is still only 500-years into the predicted 1,000-years of chaos that will pass before the rise of the Second Galactic Empire. Time enough – surely, for someone to write further additions…?

ABOUT ASIMOV’S FOUNDATION

‘THE SCIENCE FICTION OF ISAAC ASIMOV’ by Joseph F Patrouch Jr (Doubleday, 1974, Granada Publishing, 1976, ISBN 586-04393-4) ‘A lively survey authorized by the Master’

The Troggs: Live In Ossett


‘OOOHHHH
NO-O-O-O-O-!!!!!!’

The Troggs Live at ‘Woburn House’
Ossett, West Yorkshire, 1987

It’s 1966. Heather is seventeen. She works in the print-factory packing department where she fancies the shy apprentice, despite his acne. But more than that, she has a fixation with Reg Presley. It’s something to do with the pudding-bowl fringe, something to do with the puppy-fat, but mostly it’s to do with the way he stands, mike in hand, with candy-striped legs splayed. ‘Twenty-one years. Phew!’ A muted Dorset accent whistled through clean white teeth. ‘TWENTY-ONE YEARS!’ like even he can’t believe it’s been that l-o-n-g. White jacket, black shirt, white sneakers, black pants, centre-parting – but still the puppy-fat, still the splay-leg stance like an inverted y-chromosome. ‘D’YER LIKE SIXTIES MUSIC?’ yells Presley. ‘NO’ retorts a smart-arse in the audience. ‘KILL! KILL!! KILL!!!’ he snarls, brandishing the mike-stand like an armalite. Heather bought the albums ‘From Nowhere… The Troggs’ (Fontana TL5355, July 1966) and ‘Trogglodynamite’ (Page One POL001, February 1967). Played them on her Dansette till her Mum confiscated the stylus. She remembers young comedian Ted Rodgers on ‘Sunday Night At The London Palladium’ spoofing their second hit “With A Girl Like You” as ‘I’d like, to send my wife, to Whipsnade Zoo’, she pretended to be offended, but secretly thought it was a bit of a giggle. But most of all she loved “I Can’t Control Myself”, the third (and last) of their Top 3 singles, opening up with its anguished hyper-kinetic howl ‘Oh No!’ and fading out into an extended tantrum-scream of impure teenage lust, dumber and truer than Punk. Jonathan King arrogantly jibed that the group wouldn’t survive the year out, and bet a champagne supper on it. He had to honour that bet when the hits kept coming. She thinks those tracks still sound good, even here in tonight’s immaculately plush supper-club ambience. Anyway, she prefers the lush soft-core romance of “Anyway That You Want Me” to the switchblade amped-up R&B attack of “Louie Louie” or “Walking The Dog” which someone says sounds raunchy enough to be the Feelgood’s, or maybe the Prowlers. And she smiles at “Strange Movie”, the hard-core ‘dirty’ song she understands better now than she did then, all that skinflick mate-trade grunt-grunt-grunting. Seems like so long ago since she settled for the print apprentice, and married him. Not that it’s bad, because it’s not. Just that there’s still something there about Reg that’s a bit special. Later, she’ll find it strange that the Troggs original version of “Love Is All Around” only peaked at no.5, while the Wet Wet Wet reboot, with little tinkering, sits at no.1 for something like fifteen weeks. It seems unfair. Probably something to do with the 1994 movie ‘Four Weddings And A Funeral’. Not that Reg cares. He came out of it fine. Tonight, she thinks he looks… nice, too, but can’t recognise the bass-lead-drums behind him – can that really be drummer Ronnie Bond? Naw. She likes the way Reg intros “The Yella In Me”, the neglected first Troggs single (‘B’-side of Reg’s song “Lost Girl”). Recalls how she stayed up late until 03:00am on the promise of a Luxembourg play, then fell asleep and missed it. But the intro to “Wild Thing” is still neolithic, less a song than a primal riff, Chip Taylor’s manic minimalist paean to hyper-sexual frustration – which has been covered by Jimi Hendrix, and the Muppets too, but THIS is THE ORIGINAL. And it is. Heather enjoyed tonight, on balance. As she retrieves her coat, she thinks she might come back next Saturday. The Searchers are here. She always had a soft spot for Mike Pender’s smile…