First published in
Startling Stories, March 1948
There’s always been a
lot of common ground between science fiction and the work of Charles
Fort. Like SF writers, Charles Fort tried to make his readers see a
world that was like their own but changed. Fort understood the
fundamental law of SF that we are always just one surprise discovery
away from the paradigm shift.
Stories like this one
are usually associated with the saucer craze and Cold War paranoia,
but the current issue of Fortean Times covers (number 305) –
coincidentally – a very similar tale that has it’s origins in the
years immediately after World War I. There are even older examples if
these type of delusions like the air loom gang from the
early 19th century, and Arthur Miller famously drew
parallels between the atmosphere of the Cold War in America and the
17th century witch craze in Salem, Massachusetts.
So, this sort of story
was already out there before the red scare, in the popular
consciousness. In many ways, it just waiting for the red menace to
come along and give it a credible human origin, because science
fiction had already created and discarded its own version of the
insidious enemy within in the shape of the Shaver mystery.
Kuttner plays his
paranoia for laughs. This story begins with what appears to be an
incorrigible drunk – Lyman – relaying a typical mix of tall tails
and cracked ideas to a sardonic fellow drinker. Kuttner lays the bar
fly atmosphere on pretty thick, and it feels a little corny in
places. It’s a bit like the whole pink elephants routine popular in
cartoons of a similar era. I surely don’t have to explain to a
worldly lot like my readers that this isn’t how booze works.
But on the other hand,
if you really did find out that Martians were everywhere screwing
everything up and had no way of proving it to anyone, maybe drink
would be the right response.
Anyway, the Martians
have all the usual sly tricks at their disposal. They own everything,
control people using hypnosis, dress in human skins, and can also
turn invisible in case they want to use the third eye in the middle
of their foreheads. It goes without saying that they’re behind
everything bad in the world, everything that’s inconvenient and
ugly.
Take houses for
example. Uncomfrotable things. Ugly, inconvenient, dirty, everything
wrong with them. But when men like Frank Lloyd Wright slip out from
under the Martian’s thumb long enough to suggest something better,
look how the people react. They hate the thought. That’s their
Martians giving them orders.
Kuttner’s gets to
have it both ways. He gets to mock the cranky Shaver world view, but
then borrows a nip of the thing to give the story a nice flip at the
end through a particularly deft bit of manipulation of the point of
view. It makes for a cute story, but ending doesn’t really pack
much of a punch and the mentally ill, let’s be honest, easy
targets.
Themes: Paranoia,
xenophobia, drunks, paradigm shift, Forteanism.
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