The title's claim is rather lofty. For all that I like Grant Allen more than Edgar Allen Poe, I'm more convinced that the two Poe pieces here are part of the Origins of SF than the Grant Allen story. The W.E.B. DuBois (!) story that closes prefigures the kind of work a lot of minority creators have done in the genre but I think positing it as an origin-point if anything discounts later innovations. Is this more than nitpicking, I don't know; 'Ninety Years of Interventions in the Nascent or Ante-Natal Genre of SF Before it was Codified or Named' would not be a better name for an anthology. I think there's probably a five hundred page version that would make room for Edgar Rice Burroughs and some dime novel stuff and Hugo Gernsback, even if you were to stop before the probably already sufficiently anthologised early Amazing Stories / Astounding stuff: that would answer the claim of the title a little better and make this serve better as a teaching anthology; on the other hand that would mean bringing the average Literary Value Level down somewhat and including excerpts of serials rather than work complete in itself and would be more expensive to print, and I'm frankly impressed OUP manage to have this out at £8.99 for a shade under 400 pages.
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Contains: Shelley, 'This Mortal Immortal': she had to be in here and this is a nice twist on a theme but obviously Frankenstein is going to set you up better; the two Poe stories Thoams Disch specifically fingered as SF's most embarrassing antecedents; Hawthorne's 'Rappaccini's Daughter', which sure; Eliot's 'The Lifted Veil', much-available but remarkably good anywhere; three stories which make good snapshots of how the Stuff of science fiction works in the not-quite genteel Victorian magazine fiction context, by Fitz-James O'Brien, the aforementioned Grant Allen, and Frank R. Stockton; H.G. Wells's 'The Crystal Egg', a pretty limp story that incidentally Gernsback reprinted in the second issue of Amazing; Rudyard Kipling's 'Wireless', quite remarkable; Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, 'The Hall Bedroom', a rather dull story of the domestic fantastic apparently here because of a cursory mention of the fourth dimension, the invocation of the popularity of which at the fin du siecle is my least-favorite academic shibboleth; Wells again, 'The Country of the Blind', a much better story that points to some of the lines of contact with late-colonial adventure fiction; E.M. Forster's 'The Machine Stops', probably the most inevitable thing here but inarguable (and very, like, post-internet); Arthur Conan Doyle's deeply mid 'The Terror of Blue John Gap' (as with Shelley one feels it's standing in for a novel); Jack London's deeply racist but also honestly visionary 'The Red One'; Gertrude Barrows Bennett's 'Friend Island', reading which brought about the same feeling as when I read Ellen Willis wonder if dungaree-wearing lesbian singer-songwriters might actually be as compelling as Jim Morrison; and W.E.B. DuBois's 'The Comet', which is definitely a non-fiction-writer's essay in fiction, but has an odd power in that, and oddly feels perhaps more like a 20s-30s 'straight' science fiction story than any of the other putative ancestors here.
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The layout is as ugly as any other OUP book (someone should really buy them some post-Apple II software) but Michael Newton's annotations thankfully don't feel as swollen as most. His introduction points as six or seven different ways of reconciling the disparate directions of the writing anthologised here without ever entirely convincing, but does a good job of pointing the reader to texts and contexts they might want to engage with; without it I wouldn't have learned that Anthony Trollope wrote a septuagenarian Logan's Run set in far-future 1980 New Zealand that features a mechanical cricket match, and if you are incapable of understanding how exciting that possibility that is you can frankly discount anything I have ever said about any book.