MYSTERIES OF OUR WORLD by Peter Briggs

Not a mystery mongering text, but a solid pop-sci volume covering the cutting edge in earth science c.1969. Author Peter Briggs lays out the debates and scientific developments leading to our new knowledge of the world around us, from the ocean depths to the mountain tops, atmospheric heights, and beyond! There's a healthy dose of natural disasters, with volcanos and earthquakes making for engaging reading. Oceanic investigation is another exciting subject, with plenty of ships dredging and scanning and netting all around the seven seas - the Glomar Challenger is here, a few years before the Explorer would launch its now infamous secret mission. 

Reading on through Briggs' explorations, dense but smoothly flowing, it makes me think. We only just saw the announcement of the phasing out of "pocket" paperbacks, and here's a relic of that soon-to-be-bygone age: a portable, dependable, entertaining science primer, readable by anyone, anytime, anywhere, packed with references and sources - put out by a relatively sleazy/lowbrow publisher, even. Nowadays google is just as likely to give you a completely hallucinated "AI summary" for your search terms as a straightforward URL ... maybe I'm just being cranky, I don't know! Google also doesn't offer as many cigarette ads as vintage paperbacks:

Briggs appears to have been a prolific nonfiction writer - here's a spread of titles including Water, The Vital Essence, which Briggs references in this current text, and a title on the Glomar Challenger.

"And if California falls into the ocean/
Like the mystics and statistics say it will"

 

True to their rough and tumble image, Belmont Tower included a two page spread of mafia books as part of their nonfiction advertising. "You liked reading about volcanos, Billy? Well how about Lucky Luciano?"

This educational title is available to read and download at archive dot org.

Belmont Tower Books, 1969

STARDRIFTER by Dale Aycock

He's a lady's man, always greets with a kiss on the hand

Protects us all, at the ready to answer our call

He's a spacer, a star chaser

Author Dale Aycock delivers some interminable space swashbuckling with her Stardrifter, as reluctant hero Gil Corbett is pulled into an interstellar conspiracy involving his lost brother Ken, his newly upgraded ship the Gabriella, and his mysterious new lover Beth, the future Marquessa of Sandyminder.

Aycock has a way with names, anyways - the dangerous nobleworld Sandyminder, the (also dangerous, and mysterious) Brothers system, Federation man Pelonyi - and she's gentle with her characters, even the nasty ones. We're all just trying to make it in this big bad universe. Her space opera tech is delightfully retro, with Corbett demanding day capsules for the pain and eying up a deadly LEM - that's a light-emitting matrix, AKA a laser gun, by the way. There's some daring space maneuvers with some plausible-sounding reasons why XYZ has to happen for our characters to make it to their destinations intact that allows for Corbett to strut his stuff as an ace pilot. Meanwhile, Corbett and Beth trade screwball dialogue and will-they-won't-they moments.

This universe is a lonely one. Humanity is limited to a few star systems, longing for a long past golden age of old Earth and truly galactic civilization. Aycock is coy about the reasons for our reduced state, but her setting is pleasingly unsettling. Unfortunately, once the plot is truly up and running, we find ourselves in Scooby-Doo mode: our heroes running around room to room, finding clues, tying up bad guys, and rescuing old man Silvernight (a genius with new formulas for starship fuel). It's stock genre madlibs, basically.

He will blast off tonight 

He puts his life on the line every time he's in flight 

A man you can't trace 

But our love will last beyond time and space

The cheekily Star Warsian cover art is, of course, completely unrelated to the actual story. At the most, Corbett could be vaguely defined as a Han-esque rogue who's been running from doing the right thing, until circumstances force him to man up. He's also a Federation academy washout and former classmate to hard ass Pelonyi. This galaxy doesn't have any alien sidekicks, or even robots.

Aycock's fair go at space opera thrills settles down for a rough landing of 2/4 stars. In the end, everyone involved deserved a better class of transport.

Leisure Books, 1981

COSMIC DEBRIS: Unlock Character Analysis With Key Books!

For just $2.00 apiece - or three for $5.00 - you too can unlock the secrets of character analysis. The folks at Key Publishing Company have even included a "no-risk" coupon, so frankly you'd be wasting money if you didn't order all of 'em!

For some reason, the ad doesn't credit the authors of each book, which include Walter B. Gibson, Felix Fairfax, and Leona Lehman ... plus our old friend Dr. Leo L. Martello!

I guess the overall theme was more important - buy now!

From Fate magazine, Volume 23 - Number 11, November 1970.

TRUE EXPERIENCES IN EXOTIC ESP edited by Martin Ebon

Editor Martin Ebon returns with another roundup of paranormal writings. This time, the theme is "exotic ESP," which basically means anything outside the good old USA and Europe - Ebon says as much in his introduction, while also making the point that it's all relative who's "exotic" to whom. By learning about these "exotic" (different) peoples and sharing their experiences, Ebon hopes we can find common ground in humanity while also working to pierce the veil of the unknown.

Ebon also name drops psychic surgeon fraud Tony Agpaoa, last seen here getting a (mercifully anonymized) excoriation from Warren Smith ... Ebon claims that it's "too soon" to tell whether the Americans flocking to the Philippines for Agpaoa's cures will get results, which is a bit odd since Smith was able to say "No," quite firmly just the next year of 1969, and the newspapers had records of Agpaoa's fraud in 1967!

This credulous reference by Ebon sets the tone for part of this volume, typical of midcentury paranormal work: "Proof of all these amazing feats is just around the corner!" Some chapters are straightforward descriptions of cultural practices, some detail parapsychological work happening right now with "exotic" peoples, and some recount supposed amazing events the authors themselves experienced, like the phantom pig of Montego Bay. 

We get another Aboriginal death curse, this time written up by one Nicholas Wainwright, as well as a Maori death curse, a Tahitian death curse, and several hair raising adventures such as walking on coals and dealing with the devil dancers of Sri Lanka (Ceylon). The phantom pig is joined by a chained donkey and a haunted terrier.

One of the most interesting chapters is titled "China's Psychic Heritage" by Chung Yu Wang (Wang Chongyou in the modern style), being a far ranging history of various beliefs and events. Wang was also a pioneer in Chinese geology and metallurgy, with a page at the Northern Mine Research Society. His wikipedia page doesn't mention his essay from this volume, which seems to be his only published work on the paranormal. True to Martin Ebon's cold warrior status, he introduces Wang's chapter by saying "below the tyrannic-materialistic veneer of today's Communist China lies an ancient tradition of supernatural experience, study, and philosophy" ... that's nice, Martin.

Wang cites a few ancient Chinese texts on the paranormal, explains feng shui among other traditions, and lists off various phenomena including phantom "mongooses" in northern China which he explicitly ties to that famous wag, Jef the talking mongoose. I put "mongoose" in quotes because some online have speculated that the true identity of these animals would be Siberian weasels, which are reportedly thick on the ground, albeit elusive, in northern China.

This is a pretty slim volume, under 130 pages, and Ebon's introduction doesn't quite tie it all together. Still, there are some interesting chapters here, and Ebon gives a blurb about every contributor at the end of the book.

See for yourself: this title is available to read and download at archive dot org.

Signet Books, 1968

PASSPORT TO THE UNKNOWN by John Macklin

When a man of such practical outlook and training as the doctor - a man who had once been as skeptical as any about occult matters thus becomes convinced ... it must surely mean something ...

So sayeth John Macklin! The man: Frederick Wood. The occult matters at hand: his past life regression that reveals his prior turn as a general in Pharaoh's armies, some 2,000 years ago! That dating puts him in a pretty rough time for the Ptolemaic dynasty, so it's probably just as well that it's all in the past.

The lovely crystalline cover welcomes us into another reliable roundup of Forteana, courtesy the indefatigable (and pseudonymous) John Macklin. The weakest story in the volume is the very first one, about a ghost who wakes up, and some people see him. Yeah. But we're off to the races after that, with a cursed train, a cursed orchid, a cursed diamond, a cursed u-boat, deathly foxes, an Apartheid assassination attempt, and much much more! Macklin's generous this time around, and we end up with 55 chapters of rapid fire thrills.

We even get a chapter on Betty and Barney Hill's UFO abduction, plus George King's contact with Venus. King founded the Aetherius Society, a UFO religion. These bits of UFO history are packed between haunted cellars and phantom footsteps, stories alternately either long forgotten or just totally made up by Macklin. Cursed train engine D326, for example, really existed and really did have a reputation for being jinxed!

The death train D326, looking not-so-threatening in North Wales

The deadly blue orchid of the very next chapter, though? Well, the internet has only a fragment of the true breadth of human knowledge out there in the world, but I'm drawing a blank trying to verify "Christofo Martena" and "Dr. Andermart" of the "Institute for Tropical Illnesses" of Rio de Janeiro ...

Macklin takes some liberties with the true stories as well, to spice them up. Like D326, German U-boat UB-65 had a real life reputation as a jinxed vessel - but comparing Macklin's version to a 1990 write-up by Commander Richard Compton-Hall of the Royal Navy (retired) hosted at the U.S. Naval Institute shows Macklin gilding the lily a fair bit compared to the possible true fate of UB-65. Macklin's version has UB-65 adrift as a sitting duck off the southern coast of Ireland, but mysteriously exploding before an America sub can fire upon it. The ghostly figure of the dead first-lieutenant appears on deck as the submarine sinks. Comptom-Hall's version plays out as realistic submarine warfare, with the American sub not even sure if it's in battle with one U-boat or two, and unsure which if either has sank. 

Complicating things further, wikipedia describes UB-65's fate using the "sitting duck" narrative (minus a ghost) but does not cite any sources for this! The wiki article does go on to finger one Hector Charles Bywater, British journalist, spy, and military writer, for promoting the haunted ship narrative. Further reading leads to Lost at Sea: Ghost Ships and Other Mysteries by Michael Goss and George Behe, which has a chapter on the legend of UB-65 that, while not mentioning Macklin, does trace the evolution of the "hoodoo curse" from Bywater down to writers like Raymond Lamont Brown publishing in Fate magazine during the '70s.

In analyzing UB-65's legend, Goss and Behe consider the fatalism of German submariners as WWI dragged on, as well as the propaganda value of a "cursed ship" as utilized by Britishers like Bywater.

As for Macklin, one can imagine him thumbing through the same archives trawled by Brad Steiger and co., selecting true tales to titillate and adding his own perfect little touch to each one, to titillate even further - or simply adapting a previously juiced up version of a once-true tale. It doesn't end there, though, as even the copy writers for this book got in on the action: the child's doll that "becomes a killer" on the back cover conjures up images of Chucky, but the actual story is about a family barely escaping certain death due to a premonition not to touch the doll, which lies next to unexploded ordinance on a beach! Keep your wits about you, anyways.

Macklin's tale of newspaperman Ed Sampson's premonition of Krakatoa's world beating eruption turns up online reprinted by the magazine Ireland's Own. Still shocking readers after all these years ...

Indeed, this title is almost 60 years old, and some things have changed less (or less faster) than expected: Macklin ends his chapter about the cursed Koh-i-Noor diamond wondering whether or not Charles will wear it at his coronation, as it supposedly brings bad luck to men. So many midcentury paranormal authors and ESP prognosticators who name checked him would never live to see Charles attain the throne, but Macklin personally may have been relieved to know that when the time did finally come, Charles went without the Koh-i-Noor, and in fact it's on display as part of the Crown of Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother, at the Tower of London. Crisis averted!

This title is available to read and download at archive dot org.

Ace Books, 1968