Miscalculations have caused the Mercury to Venus mail ship to go way off course. It is falling into the sun. The pilot\'s only hope of rescue is with the Earth base's instructions.
Not great, not bad. The sort of thing you would expect a government run space program to do.
A drought has the U.S. in its grip for the second year, but Dr. Bird believes he knows the reason for the drought and that the Commie genius Ivan Saranoff is behind it.
Two-fisted, sexist nonsense, loaded with trite description and flabby plotting. Everyone can fake everyone else's voice, and a woman can pass as a man everyone knows. On the good side, it isn't very long.
Short, clever, story of a double-cross recrossed. Take that! you pestiferous Martians!
20 years after the final war covered the Earth in poison gas, the few survivors--Africans and Asians on one side and white bread Americans on the other--conveniently all meet at the same time in ruined New York City.
The story made me tired. The Africans and Asians were deranged beasts, the Americans were noble and pure. One against forty odds gave the edge to the one American hero.