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The Rim of Space on Audio

Blackstone Audio have release The Rim of Space on Audio as part of A Galaxy Trilogy VOL. 4

A Bertram ChandlerA (Arthur) Bertram Chandler was born in Aldershot, England in 1912, Chandler sailed the world in every-thing from tramp steamers to troop transports before emigrating to Australia in 1956. Here he commanded merchant vessels under the Australian and New Zealand Flags up to his retirement in 1974.

Up until his death in 1984 he published over 40 science fiction novels and over 200 works of short fiction writing as A Bertram Chandler, George Whitley or Andrew Dunstan. Many of the novels had a nautical theme, with the plot moved from the seas of earth to the ships of space in the future. Many of the stories revolved around the character of John Grimes some times referred to as “Hornblower of Space”. While most stories are set in the future, they also have a distinctly “Australian” theme with places and stories relating back to Australia today.

Chandler was the last master of the aircraft carrier Melbourne. Law required it to have a master aboard for the months while it was laid up and waiting to be towed off to Asia to be broken up for scrap, so in a sense he really was briefly the master of the Australian navy's former flagship. Apparently he had his typewriter aboard, and worked on his novels!

Chandler received four Australian SF "Ditmar" Achievement Awards for his novels. Nearly all of his novels were published in the USA. Two of his short stories 'The Cage' and 'Giant Killer’ are regarded as some of the best SF stories written in the 1950's. He was also very popular in Japan winning the prestigious SEIUN SHO, the premier Science Fiction award. The Japanese editions have some of the best covers of any of the published editions.

Baen Books

Baen Books have released four John Grimes anthologies To the Galactic Rim: The John Grimes Saga, First Command: The John Grimes Saga II, Galactic Courier: The John Grimes Saga III and Ride the Star Winds: The John Grimes Saga IV. These are available as both eBooks and Trade Paperbacks

Prologue Books

Prologue Books have reprinted 8 Novels as eBooks, including the hard to find Glory Planet, now available for the second time since the initial Hard Cover publication. The published novels include Frontier of The Dark, Kelly Country, The Bitter Pill, The Sea Beasts, The Alternate Martians, Glory Planet, The Coils of Time and The Hamelin Plague

Audio Books

There are now 31 Novels available as audio books, including all the John Grimes Novels.  These are all available from audible.com.

Tales From Super-Science Fiction

The short story I'll take over (originally published as by George Whitely) has been published in the anthology Tales from Super-Science Fiction edited by Robert Silverberg.

An appreciation of Jack Vance

Science Fiction - A Review of Speculative Fiction This article was published in Science Fiction - A Review of Speculative Fiction (Vol. 4 No. 2 1982).

Jack Vance, I was told in Japan, is a very hard author to translate. Some of us get by with a minimal vocabulary but Jack has a command of the English language all too rare in these days. The average modern writer, in any field, reminds one rather of Rolf Harris doing his thing with a paint-brush on TV. A picture emerges - but one that owes almost as much to the imagination of the viewer as to the (undoubted) skill of the artist. Jack, however, weaves a rich and intricate tapestry with words.

Jack is not afraid to hold currently unpopular opinions and to air them. Some of you may recall when, quite a few years ago, the boss cockies of the Science Fiction Writers of America saw fit to put full-page advertisements in Galaxy magazine, complete with the illustrious names of all members in agreement deploring the United States’ presence and actions in Vietnam. After this gesture quite a few S.F.W.A. members, Jack among them, paid for a full-page counter-advertisement, the sentiment of which was All The Way L.B.J.

I suppose that Jack represents Middle America. Middle America has become rather a term of opprobrium over the past few years. This is unfortunate, as Middle America has its very real virtues - honesty, the recognition of moral values, the appreciation of a job well done. It is unfortunate that Middle America has its lunatic fringe. It seems to be getting to the stage where the lunatic fringes of just about everything are taking charge.

I’d been a great admirer of Jack’s work for quite some time before I had the pleasure of meeting him. It was when he, with wife Norma and son Johnnie, spent a few weeks in Sydney some years ago. Unluckily his stay not coincide with one of my periods of leave (I was still at sea at the time). Nonetheless, Susan and I saw quite a lot of the Vances. I recall a dinner that the four of us enjoyed at a rather posh eatery in Jersey Road, Paddington. I forget its name but I remember the meal and the conversation. (The duck with cherries was quite good.) At the next table to ours were four members of the blue rinse set lingering over their coffee.

At our table we were discussing the recently published Birthday Honours List, the one in which the Beatles received their awards - M.B.E.s, if I remember rightly. Jack was sympathizing with those who, as an act of protest, had returned their own C.B.E.s, O.B.E.s, M.b.E.s, etc. to Her Majesty. Declaimed he, in a very American accent, “If your Queen had ever seen fit to honour me, and then if I saw those hairy insects getting the same decoration, I’d turn in me button!” (Ears began to flap at the next table.) Said I, deliberately putting on a very Orstrylian accent, “Well, Jack, I didn’t notice Sir Douglas Fairbanks Junior turning in his button.” Said Susan, in her too, too County voice, “It all goes to show the absurdity of the Honours system, doesn’t it?”

The ladies at the next table hurriedly finished their coffee, cast dirty looks in our direction, paid their bills and left.

For quite a while alter the Vances’ return to California we kept up a regular correspondence, mainly on the subject of multi-hulled sailing craft. It was then Jack’s ambition to build his own trimaran and to sail around the world. At that time catamarans end trimarans were still considered to be the safest things afloat. (Over the years they seen to have lost what, after all, was a somewhat spurious glamour.) Jack never quite converted me. I told him the story of a small catamaran that was built by the chief engineer of one of the Union Steam Ship Company’s New Zealand Coastwise colliers. When he had the thing finished we were discharging our cargo of coal in Portland, New Zealand. The chief, accompanied by the second mate, was going to take the thing out on its trial run. The master, Captain Desmond Champion, who was quite notorious for his insistence on Safety First, told the two intrepid catamariners that they must wear lifejackets. The chief told him that it was utterly impossible to capsize a catamaran. The Old Man ordered him and the second mate to wear lifejackets. Sulking hard, they did so.

They contrived to capsize their craft. As chief officer I had to take a lifeboat away to rescue then.

When Last I met Jack, in 1979, his pride and joy was a large, conventional yacht. Unfortunately I was spending only a very short time in Oakland before returning to Sydney and so missed out on taking a trip in the vessel. Had I done so I should have been very much the passenger. Unlike me Jack was at sea only for a relatively short time but I am sure that he has all the seaman-like virtues. He is also a most competent carpenter - although, perhaps, his carpentry is not in the same class as his writing. If it were he would have achieved fame as a cabinet maker. (But if he hadn’t gotten into the writing racket he might well have done so.)

Twice I have been a guest at the Vance home in Oakland. It is a big house, its interior comfortably untidy. As far as a guest is concerned it is Liberty Hall; you can spit on the mat and call the cat a bastard. The Vances Love good food and conversation and are not averse to imbibing the occasional beer. But yet they tend to avoid many social activities, such as big conventions and the annual S.F.W.A. banquet. Jack has an undeserved reputation for having no time for fans — although he has never gone to the extremes that Harlan Ellison is alleged to have done.

In Jack’s case, I am sure, this apparent stand-offishness is due to shyness, to the humility exhibited only by the truly great. He is essentially a very good - in the true sense of the word - person. Although he does not enjoy the big get-togethers, which too often tend to get out of hand, he likes the smaller occasions at which he can meet everybody. He is, perhaps, a better listener than a talker, one who knows that he does not know everything and who is always ready and willing to add to his knowledge. And yet, with friends around him and his banjo in his hands he can, in his own quiet way, exercise very real control over a party.

Re is a master craftsman - of whatever craft to which he turns his hand.

His standards, in all things, are high.