By Dave Dryfoos
The Golden Age of technology Fiction Megapacks are designed to introduce readers to vintage technology fiction writers who may well rather be forgotten.
Dave Dryfoos (1915-2003), who produced a gentle circulation of frothy SF tales for the likes of Galaxy technological know-how Fiction, Fantastic Adventures, Startling Stories, Imagination, Future technology Fiction, and others is one such unjustly forgotten author.
About the Megapacks
Over the previous couple of years, our “Megapack” sequence of publication anthologies has proved to be one in every of our most well liked endeavors. (Maybe it is helping that we occasionally supply them as charges to our mailing list!) One query we hold getting requested is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except the place particularly credited) are a bunch attempt. everybody at Wildside works on them. This contains John Betancourt, Mary Wickizer Burgess, Sam Cooper, Carla Coupe, Steve Coupe, Bonner Menking, Colin Azariah-Kribbs, Robert Reginald. A. E. Warren, and plenty of of Wildside’s authors… who usually recommend tales to incorporate (and not only their own!)
• Some love it Cold
• Tree, Spare That Woodman
• Blunder Enlightening
• Waste no longer, Want
• High Sign
• Uniform of a Man
• Journey Work
• “lest Ye Be Judged…”
• Seller of the Sky
• Something for the Birds
• Facts of Life
• Preferred Position
• Sign of Life
• The Price
• The out of date Spaceman
• Bridge Crossing
• The signal of Homo Sap
• Too Dense to Die
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