This collection includes fourteen collaborations between Harlan Ellison and the biggest names in science fiction, both old school (Ben Bova, Robert Bloch) and New Wave (Silverberg, Zelazny, etc.) Partners in Wonder should have been a can’t-miss book. In 1971, Harlan Ellison was at the height of his popularity. He had published 20 books including a collection of groundbreaking pop culture essays (The Glass Teat) and the hugely influential award-winning Dangerous Visions anthology.
How could such a unique promising effort produce such a string of bland retread stories?
Maybe these stories played better in 1971 than they do today in 2015. Was “Brillo” considered new and cutting edge, an early progenitor of the concept that eventually led to a string of awful RoboCop movies? (Doubtful, since Asimov had already pioneered the robot detective story 15 years earlier with Caves of Steel.)
“The Song the Zombie Sang” rehashes the same thematic ground (convergence of art and technology) that Lloyd Biggle Jr had already mined with “Tunesmith”, a theme that would be dealt with again in Orson Scott Card’s much better 1979 effort “Unaccompanied Sonata”.
It is hard to imagine any era when “Street Scene” or “Up Christopher to Madness” would be considered funny, or when “Come to Me Not in Winter’s White” would not be derided as maudlin and mildly offensive.
The Ellison-Bloch collaborations-- “A Toy for Juliette” and “Prowler in the City at the Edge of the World”—together form a disjointed sequel to Bloch’s famous “Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper” short story. How many times can you go to the Jack-the-Ripper-is-immortal well? Bloch’s half of the story is just a throwaway fluff piece that relies on coincidence; Ellison’s half is ambitious, experimental, and overly melodramatic.
It wasn’t all bad: there were two bright spots:
“The Human Operators” – An exciting, well-crafted man vs. technology story with strong characters. Especially striking was the multiple split personalities of the evil sentient Ship. When I first read it, I thought “Wow, this is great!” but upon further reflection it was hard to ignore some of the gaping plot holes. How was it so easy for the protagonist to disable the ships? Who (or what) killed the alien in the multi-legged diving suit that was discovered on a distant planet? This story was the basis for an award-winning teleplay for The Outer Limits; the teleplay changed the ending, which was probably an improvement.
“I See a Man Sitting on a Chair, and the Chair is Biting His Leg” -- Interesting in its own right as a story of survival, but also a biting satire. It contains a great rendition of an overly-debauched futuristic Las Vegas that feels spot on. The narrative fizzles out towards the end, but this is worth the read.
Ellison has produced some great collections of short stories in his career; this is not one of them.