John Stewart Williamson who wrote as Jack Williamson (and occasionally under the pseudonym Will Stewart) was a U.S. writer often referred to as the "Dean of Science Fiction".
A short story that would quite simply be unpublishable even a few years beyond its 1930 publication date. Prospective readers should only seek this out for an historical view of the very earliest science fiction, and of the very earliest work of Jack Williamson, who was here developing into the fine writer that he would shortly become.
The most annoying thing about this story that one cannot overlook even considering its early appearance in SF: the protagonists are astoundingly naïve. "Send us to Venus one-way without any survival needs - rations, tools or even matches".
It's not enjoyable to read about ignorant people who get themselves in trouble through stupidity and then become a burden to those that would need to rescue them.
A funny little short story from the golden age of Sci-Fi. It makes an attempt at an info dump early in the story when explaining how the "cosmic express" works, but otherwise not too many changes in the world of tomorrow. Our hero is a writer, people still read books? And he uses a typewriter for his work - not even a dictaphone. It's enjoyable from a historical perspective. Written when people still believed in the mysterious "ether."
Due to eye issues Alexa reads to me, a will written fantasy Sci-Fi novella . The characters are interesting. The story line is fast moving to the conclusion. I would recommend this novella to anyone looking for a quick read. Enjoy reading 🔰2021 😊
I guess it can be considered to be one of the first science fiction stories, but it looks like a first draft. It ends right when something finally happens.
Eric and Nada decide they’ve had enough of civilization. They want to go to Venus. Not that anyone lives there. They’re aware of the time it would take to travel that distance. That’s where the Cosmic Express comes in.
Adorable (and adorably dated) short story in which a young couple learn the difference between fiction and reality. And I'm particularly fond of the view of the future from the 1930s, in which one can beam to Venus but still use a typewriter.
Stupid people travel to Venus to get back to nature. They take no provisions with them. They almost die. Fate saves them. Clear skies thereafter. I imagined this tale as a black and white RKO Pictures movie. Only way to get through this.