By Dave Dryfoos
The Golden Age of technological know-how 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 move of frothy SF tales for the likes of Galaxy technological know-how Fiction, Fantastic Adventures, Startling Stories, Imagination, Future technological know-how 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 considered one of our preferred endeavors. (Maybe it is helping that we occasionally supply them as rates to our mailing list!) One query we continue getting requested is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except the place in particular credited) are a bunch attempt. every body 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 frequently recommend tales to incorporate (and not only their own!)
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• Tree, Spare That Woodman
• Blunder Enlightening
• Waste now not, 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• The out of date Spaceman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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