Son of a Beach
| Zine | |
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| Title: | Son of a Beach |
| Publisher: | The Terminal Beach Club ("S.U.N.Y., Binghamton, NY) |
| Editor(s): | Les Schachter |
| Type: | |
| Date(s): | 1970-? |
| Medium: | |
| Fandom: | science fiction, some Star Trek |
| Language: | English |
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Son of a Beach is a science fiction zine edited by Les Schachter.
Issue 2 (v.1 n.2)
Son of a Beach 2 was published in the spring of 1971 and contains 33 pages.
Production personnel: Julie Dominian, Claire Ludovico, Maureen Palanker, "Robin." The art is by Reidar Syverstan, Gary Schachter, Brian Dean, and Priscilla Pollner.
- Speculation '71, Editorial (2)
- Big is an Umbrella, poetry by Susan Wilce, age 7 (4)
- The Image of Women in Science Fiction, article by Joanna Russ (first published in THE RED CLAY READER Vol. 8, November 1970) (5)
- Stone Remnants, poetry by J.A. Dominian (21)
- Filklore: The Folklore of Fandom, article explaining science fiction fandom (glossary, hoaxes, filks, cons, zines, common language...), has an emphasis on Tolkien and Star Trek, by Priscilla Bollner (22)
- Meditation, poetry by Maureen Palanker (32)
- What's to Come, Coming Attractions (issue #3 of this fanzine was to have a focus of "fan-literature") (32)
From "Speculation '71":
One. Nine, Seven. One. Nineteen Hundred and Seventy One. 1971. One Thousand, Nine Hundred, Seventy One. This is today, the year of the new SF... speculative fantasy. This is the year when the age old gender of science-fiction takes on a new "birth-right in the field of literature. Science fiction/Speculative Fantasy is finally going to have class! And not just class, "but "!CLASS!"
Yes, the day of the Bug-Eyed-Monster has phased out into the past, alien invasions are rare, runaway robots and eccentric super-scientists have become obsolete. The new target is MAN. Remember the days when man was so superior that no matter how radical his environment was, he always maintained control? Those were the days of "BILLY ZAP of THE SPACE. PATROL!"
"The door of Billy's atomic powered rocket ship swung open with a clang. He looked out across the vast purple wastes of Saturn. Above his head the famous rings glowed brightly, shedding an eerie light over the alien landscape. Billy turned, "Gee whiz, sarge, it sure is spooky out there."
"Well, Billy," he answered, "that's what our green Earth looked like millions of years ago, before there was any life."
"Well, we might as well get going."
Billy and the sarge returned inside their rocket ship to get there space guns and rations. Somewhere out there, the Saturnians were holding the President of Earth's High Council. And it was Billy and Sarge's job to get him back!"
Such was an era. Today, most of it is gone. With the imminent realization that man must adapt to his environment, sometimes unknowingly, sometimes even against his will, science fiction has a new toy to play with.
Fanzines alone are over forty years old. Fandom is even older. But where did science-fiction begin?
[snipped]
And where is science-fiction heading tomorrow? That's the sort of SF'ey question that would make a good topic for a panel at a science fiction convention (God only knows how many times I've heard this debated!). But in any case, one thing can be said, SF is heading AWAY...in directions unknown...toward new horizons...etcetra.
This is SON OF A BEACH NUMBER TWO. We're not anything special in the field. At times we may be even mediocre. But we enjoy what we are doing. Science fiction is a love to us and we treat it with care. A touch here, a caress there, and like the boy who couldn't lose his shadow, when SF get where its going...
...we'll be there.
